Here is the tenth chapter to Coming Home. I feel extremely happy to finally be to double-digit chapters lol. Wellllll, anyway, here ya go!

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Jolene POV

None of them brought up my dad's homecoming the rest of the night. We went about like it was any other night, and it wasn't us hiding out from a sick monster at home. Esme brushed my hair, something my mother hadn't done since I was 5 or 6, Alice and I played cards like sisters would do, and Emmett and I played video games like brother and sister. This was more my family than my real one. All of the Cullen's felt like family to me, but somehow Seth never did feel like family. He was… something different. It made me uneasy and extremely happy at the same time. Every time his warm hands touched my skin I felt a shiver run up my spine in pleasure, and my heart would beat faster. I would blush sometimes when he would stare down at me with that look, and Emmett would burst out laughing.

Rosalie gave me some pajama pants, which we some fancy silk pants and a little tank top. Why she had pajamas was beyond me, since she didn't sleep. When I voiced this Emmett made some crude comment on the fact that him and Rose didn't usually wear anything to bed. I blushed, only making it worse.

It was around midnight and Alisa was on the couch asleep in Rose's arms. Rosalie always looked at Alisa in a motherly way, her eyes soft and filled with love as she ran her fingers through her blonde curls. Alisa loved her in a different way than she did Alice.

Esme ran her cold fingers through my hair, French braiding it gently. She did it at a slow human speed taking her time. I leaned against her knees as she did it.

"Esme?" I whispered, knowing she could hear me. Emmett and Jasper sat playing video games, and from Emmett's growling I could tell he was losing.

"Yes, hun?" She asked, gently pulling up a piece of hair.

"What… what do you think I did wrong? To make my mom not love me anymore?" I asked, staring down at my hands. Her own hands stopped their braiding as she gave a deep sigh.

"You did nothing sweetheart. It's her. You're an amazing, sweet, beautiful girl. You didn't do anything wrong in this life. It was both of them. It hasn't ever been, nor with it ever be you're fault." She whispered, gently, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. "I know it won't be like your real mother, but I love you and Alisa just as much as Alice or Rosalie or Bella. I think of you as much my daughter as them."

I felt tears fill my eyes and a couple spill over. I quickly wiped them away, and nodded. "It helps Esme… thank you. I love you too." It felt odd saying that to a mother like figure. I hadn't told my mother that since I was 11 and I finally realized how ugly she was. When I realized she had never loved me, she had just been a good actress. That she had fooled me for 11 years.

"Always Jolene, always."

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I fell asleep at 2:30 in the morning, and woke at 10 something. I was waken by Alisa shaking my shoulder, and a big smile on her face. "Esme made breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes!" She grinned, before turning back and running into the kitchen. I sighed, rubbing my eyes and following her. Seth was there, a giant pile on his plate. He grinned up at me, his mouth full. I grimaced, making him chuckle slightly. I bit back a smile, sitting next to him and grabbing some food of my own.

We ate talking and laughing when my phone rang. I looked down and sure enough, it was home. I bit my lip, taking a deep breath and opening it. "Hello?" I said, my voice flat.

"It's time for you to come home Jolene." It was my dad his voice deep and firm. I clenched my teeth together, trying to calm down. All of them had stopped talking and were looking in my direction.

"I'm still hanging out with my friends." I said nonchalantly. He sighed, his voice frustrated now.

"And now its time to come home and spend time with me." He said.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip harder.

"Were gonna spend some time together alone." Dad smiled, scooting closer to me on the bed. His warm, sweaty hand ran down my arm gently.

"I'm tired daddy, I wanna sleep." I mumbled, pulling my hand away. He leaned over me, his hands moving the covers away. "Daddy it's cold." I whined.

"I'll keep you warm." He grinned, moving over me.

Edward gave a long unbroken growl, pinching the bridge of his nose. I glanced at him; his stone face and closed eyes. He'd obviously seen too much in my thoughts. Sorry. I thought. Edward shook his head, giving me a sad look. Seth looked over at him too, his face panicked.

"I'll come home when I'm ready dad." I said, my voice flat and uncaring.

"No, Jolene, you'll come home now." My father snapped. "I wanna see my daughters after 5 years, and I'd like some cooperation."

"Too bad." I snapped back, closing my phone. I shut it off, laying my head in my hands.

"Are you alright?" Seth asked nervously, his warm hand laying down on my shoulder. I leaned up, nodding.

"Yeah, fine." I mumbled. "He doesn't know where we are really, and my mom doesn't pay enough attention to know where we went either. So he won't come here."

"Good, cuz I'd…" Seth trailed off, his hands clenching.

"You can't sit and piss him off a bunch. He might end up hurting you." Edward said, his eyes hard. I folded my arms.

"I'm not letting him run all over me again. I'm not letting him make me plead and beg." I snapped, holding my chin up. Seth winced at the obvious reference to his raping me, his hands clenching again.

"I understand that but-"

"Edward. Leave it." Esme whispered, her eyes gentle. He stared at her a moment, obviously reading her mind and gave a nod. I stood suddenly, sighing.

"I'm going to go change." I mumbled, heading upstairs. No one followed that I could hear, and I changed in the bathroom slowly. I didn't want to go down just yet, with them all staring and evaluating my every movement. I snapped my rubber band against my skin, sighing against each snap of pain.

A knock came on my door, making me sigh. "It's me." Rosalie's chiming voice drifted in the bathroom, and I opened the door.

"I'm not doing anything but changing." I snapped, folding my arms. She shook her head, running a hand through her perfect blonde curls.

"I know, I would have smelled the blood. I came to make sure you were alright." I glanced away from her perfection. It was odd how beautiful she was even with all her deep-rooted scars. I couldn't see a thing wrong with her. But when I looked in the mirror myself all I was saw was ugly wounds, even if I had none on the outside. I wondered if our difference was that she had found her happy ending with Emmett and I had nothing but a new fresh nightmare.

"I'm alright as I'll ever be." I mumbled, glancing down at my hands. She sighed, giving a small nod. "Did you ever see him? Royce I mean." I looked back up at her. Her perfect face scrunched up as though she was viewing something ugly.

"Once." She sighed, staring into the mirror.

"Wh-what happened?"

She turned back to me, folding her arms and staring me straight in the eye. "I killed him." She said simply. I gapped at her, as she turned walking out the door and back down the stairs.

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Seth and me walked outside for a while eventually finding a spot and sitting down. It was the first time we had been alone. He scooted close to me, taking my hand in his. It was huge compared to mine. "So did you read the chapters Mr. Oleo assigned us?" He asked suddenly, breaking the silence. I glanced at him in disbelief.

"You're asking me about English?"

"Yeah…" He said, his eyebrows furrowing together. "I-I didn't think you would want to talk about all the other stuff. And I…I didn't understand English." He gave a sheepish grin, making me giggle.

"Thanks Seth." I whispered, kissing his cheek. He blushed red, but smiled with pleasure.

"Seth, can I ask about the whole werewolf thing?" I asked, glancing up at him nervously.

"Anything." He said simply, staring down at me in waiting.

"Well… that time we were at Emily's, Embry said something about… imprinting. What is that? I didn't know if it was a werewolf thing cuz I looked it up and couldn't find anything." I said, watching as his face turned redder and redder. I wondered what that was about.

"Im-imprinting is a werewolf thing." He mumbled, glancing down at his hand. "It's kinda hard to explain." He gave a sideways glance at me, his face turning redder.

"I'm listening." His deep red blush was making me more and more curious. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's where we find our soul mates." He blurted out, avoiding my gaze.

"Soul mates?"

"The person that's meant to be with us. Our other half. When we see them, it's like…like seeing the sun for the first time. It's like everything that was anything to you slips away and she's all that's left. All that matters. She's the center of everything." He sighed, glancing over at me, his eyes soft.

"So…so love at first sight?"

"Not exactly." He said hurriedly. "We love them, but not intense love love. We just really care about them and want them happy and cared for." He glanced at our intertwined hands, then back at me. "I want you to be happy and cared for."

I stared at him, not fully understanding for a moment. Then I remembered the look he gave me the first day, his mouth open wide, his eyes huge. Like a man seeing the sun for the first time.

"I-you imprinted on me?" I gapped, blushing deep red. Seth-Seth loved me?

"Yes." He whispered, squeezing my hand. "It's not like I wanna be with you like a couple, I just have to be around you. I love you, but not like that. My heart, my soul, everything belongs to you. Do with me what you will." He grinned, chuckling. "And I just want you happy." He smiled, kissing my temple. I blushed, staring up at him. He wanted me happy. He cared.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, lying against him. "Your one of few." I whispered, as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, holding me close to his heart. Because it belonged to me.

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Seth, despite several protests from Alice, Esme, and Edward, drove me and Alisa home. It was four in the afternoon. My father had called my cell 13 times, leaving 11 messages. It ranged from "Jolene, turn your phone on and get home" to "You wait till me and your mother talk with you." I rolled my eyes and deleted them all. I was a bit more nervous with the fact that Seth was taking me home. I wasn't sure what he would do when he saw my father.

He was tense the whole way taking Alisa and me home. His hands were clenched around the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. Alisa seemed to pick up on his unhappiness because she remained quiet too, glancing up at him nervously every once in a while.

I was shaking by the time he pulled into the driveway. My father, as though he was waiting this whole time (which he probably was) came through the door immediately followed by my mother burst out the door. Seth glared, his hands shaking against the steering wheel. "Thanks for the ride." I whispered. He looked over at me, his face hard and his jaw clenched.

"I wanna go-" He stopped himself, shaking his head. I grabbed his hand and leaned over kissing his cheek.

"I'm okay. He can't stay the night and stuff with us here. He can't stay over without an adult." I assured him.

"I'm patrolling around your house anyway." He growled, glaring over at my father. Dad sat there, as he glared at me, his arms folded. I nodded, making sure not to argue with him. His eyes softened suddenly as he looked down at me. "I love you Jolene." He whispered, leaning down and kissing my cheek. My face went bright red, never expecting that out of his mouth.

"I-I… thanks Seth." I mumbled.

"Bye Seth!" Alisa smiled, waving at him. He grinned at her, ruffling her hair.

"Bye kid." He grinned. "Listen to your sis okay?"

She gave a big nod, looking back over at me. I opened the door, Alisa hopping out and then me. "Bye Seth." I smiled, before closing his door. He nodded his head at me, his eyes filled with a desperate sadness. He hated letting me back into the lions den. It helped though, knowing he cared so much. It was nice knowing he loved me.

I turned, facing my father. I walked forward, keeping my head down but sneaking a glance at him. He was now watching Seth, his face even angrier. Seth glared right back, before giving me one more look. I waved at him, giving the best smile I could. He backed out, slowly driving away and turning the corner.

"Who was that? You said you were staying with a girl." My father growled, turning to me. I didn't look him in the eyes, just looked out toward the road where Seth had just been. Alisa stayed where she was by my side, her face worried. "Answer me Jolene!"

"Trevor, please." My mother sighed, laying a hand on his arm. She glanced at me, her eyes hard. Oh well. She was always angry with me for something.

"He dropped me off, calm down." I sighed, heading toward the house. My father followed me in his whole body still tense. I wondered idly if he was just angry that Seth had kissed me. I wasn't just his anymore. He had no claim on me now. It wasn't some dad not liking his "little girl" growing up and getting a boyfriend, it was some sick jealously.

"Calm down? You stay over at your friends who I don't know. I'm your father and I expect-"

"You are not my dad. And you can't just come back after 5 years and act like you have some ground to order me around." I snapped, folding my arms and glaring at him.

"Your father is always going to be your father. He is home and he is your parent." My mothers hissed, glaring back at me. "Now I know you hate to try to be happy but can't you just-"

"Happy? How the hell am I supposed to be happy with a pedophile for a father, and a worthless piece of shit for a mother?" I yelled, throwing down my bag. My father took a step forward as my mother gapped at me. I had only silently taken her insults, or made sly comments. It had only been lately that I had gotten in her face. And she didn't like the in your face rebellion.

"Go to your room. I'm done with this bull. You won't talk to your mother like that." My dad said, clenching his jaw. Like he cared what I said about my mom, he just didn't like me so out of his control.

"Fine. Alisa…" I reached out my hand for her, and she took it looking near tears. She hated yelling and conflict.

"No, you can go by yourself." Dad growled. I turned back to him, staring him straight in the eyes.

"I'm not leaving her anywhere near you." I growled, picking Alisa up and walking away with her. She buried her face in my neck not saying a word as I took her into my room. I locked the door, setting her down on my bed. I kneeled in front of her, running my fingers through her hair. "You stay with me tonight okay? Stay in the room for me."

"Why?" She asked, her face confused.

"Because… just stay okay?"

"There are not monsters in your room?" She sniffed, glancing around nervously.

"No. And there never will be."

Never again.

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I stayed in my room for the rest of the night, playing cards with Alisa or watching TV. She didn't have a problem with it either, or at least she never said a word about it. My father came about an hour after the big scene and tried to open the door. When I told him to go away after his big "lets talk, I wanna to get this family going and happy again" speech, he hadn't come back since. He was waiting till I came to him, and that time wouldn't come. It was like when I told my mom of his midnight adventures to my room.

It was ten by the time I did come out, Alisa asleep on my bed. I tucked her in, listening against the door for a minute. My mother or father didn't know that I had bought a different doorknob for my door and had Seth put it together, and only I had the key to it. I had did this when I had learned my father was coming home. I had learned a long time ago that he would know how to open the door. I had tried locking the door when I was little and he would always have the key. I kept the key with me at all times, and when I was at home I kept it in a floorboard in the floor. I felt like a weird paranoid but I did what I had too.

I didn't hear anything so I headed outside. I locked the door behind me, sticking the key in my pocket. I tip toed through the house, glancing around. I felt like a secret agent, roaming around and looking around corners and over my shoulder. I snuck out the door, heading outside. I wanted to see Seth, if he was out here. I moved toward our black back yard, scanning the area.

"Seth?" I whispered, moving further and further in the open area behind our yard. I knew I couldn't be seen from the window. "Seth, please." I begged.

A little bark came from my left in the middle of the wooded area. I moved forward quickly, looking around the area. Something wet and hard pressed against my back making me gave a cry of alarm and stumble forward. A giant sandy wolf stood, his ears back and a worried look in his giant brown eye. "Sorry," I whispered, reaching out for him. He gave my hand a gentle kiss, burying his face in my stomach. "I've been in my room all night. Alisa was with me."

He nodded, watching me as I sat down against a tree. He came up beside me laying his head down on my knees. He stared up at me, waiting. I ran my fingers through his soft fur, just sitting. It was easy, even if it was a one-ended conversation. "You're not staying out here all night."

He lifted his head, glaring at me. "You can't stay up all night." I complained. He rolled his head, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Seth…" I whined.

He gave a grumble, shaking his massive head. "No."

He growled at me. I growled back, but it came out an odd strangled noise. His ears snapped up as he gave a throaty loud laugh. I glared at him, blushing red and shoving at him. It didn't move him an inch of course. His laugh was cut off suddenly as his ears swiveled and his head turned to the left. He stood up all the way, nudging me.

"What?" I asked, alarmed. "Is Alisa okay?"

He shook his head as I stood up and nudged me again. "Thank you Seth." I whispered, kissing his nose. He grumbled, nudging me again. I ran back toward the house, heading inside.

"What the hell-?" My father was in the kitchen turning toward me and glaring. "When the hell did you get inside?" He stood, folding his arms again. I rolled my eyes, moving past him. His hand snapped out, jerking me back. I gaped at his warm sweaty touch, yanking my arm away. His hand was too tight though.

"Let me go..." I gasped, feeling like my arm was going to fall off. It was rotting away under his sickening hands. "I'll scream if you-"

"Stop it Jojo." He growled, flinging my arm away. "Stop acting like I'm some monster lurking to get at you-"

"Like you aren't waiting to get at-"

"I'm your father Jojo. I love you and I care about you. You hurt me a lot over the last few years. Never coming to visit, no letters. And I come home and you yell about things that are all in the past. That stuff is done and over with. I'm turning over a new leaf-"

"Done? It's not all done!" I screamed. My mother, who had been listening in the hallway no doubt, never far from him, came into the room. I ignored her, staring straight at my father. I shoved up my sleeve, sticking my scarred arm in his face. "It's not done for me. It will NEVER be done with me. I cut myself to get the pain out and I take drugs to forget. That's what you did for me daddy." I spat, glaring at him. I shook with anger, wanting to slap and punch him. But I dug my nails into my palm, reveling in the pain.

"You-"

"Save it. I know neither of you care." I hissed, turning on my heel and heading into my room. I locked the door before my father could shove it open. He slammed on it, yelling for me to open up. Alisa stirred, looking up at me in a sleepy daze.

"Jojo?" she whispered, looking at the door in alarm.

"Jolene Karleen Summers open the door." My father shouted. He mumbled something to my mother, who I heard scamper off. "Jojo, just come out and talk. We need to talk about all this."

"I'm sleeping. Leave me alone." I snapped, changing into my pajamas in a hurry. My mothers footsteps stopped at the door, as the knob jingled for a moment.

"Why does this key not work?" My father snapped, slamming his fist against the door again.

"Leave me the FUCK ALONE!" I shouted back, slamming my hand back against the door. A howl sounded outside, and I knew Seth was wanting to come in. "I'm fine." I shouted to Seth.

"If you really do what your saying your not fi-"

"Leave me alone." I begged, as Alisa began to cry. I grabbed her up as my father knocked against the door again.

"Listen, Jolene. We're talking tomorrow weather you like it or not, and some things are going to change." He sighed.

"Go to your own house." I snapped back. It was the only thing I could think of. I was too tired and exhausted to fight anymore.

"This is my house. And I'm here to stay." He said firmly, before he turned and his heavy footsteps, like always followed by my mother, headed down the hall.

He was right. Things were changing. Good for me, and bad for him.

Sorry it took so long to update! My internet was down and I was going insane lol. Hope you enjoyed and please review!

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