"Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark…" Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)

The Weeks of Torturing Questions but No Answers

After washing and drying the dishes, Jake and I went to the living room to play some Wii.

"Die! Die! DIE! DIE YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! I DID NOT MOVE LEFT! STOP MOVING LEFT! WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT!" I shout at my brainless Mii.

We're having an intense game of Wii and I have a week of patrol on the line. If I lose, I don't want to think about what Jake will do with that extra chunk of time. It will probably involve my sister… and I'm going to stop thinking now. Focus on the game Seth, focus on the game!

"You are so going down," Jake tells me smugly.

I ignore him and get back trying to focus on the game, which I'm losing by… I look at the scoreboard and blanche. I didn't know that you get a negative score in Wii.

I glare at the TV and try to concentrate. Deep breaths Seth, deep breaths. Just relax, you can do this, there's nothing to it. If Claire can master this, so can you. Okay, now go! Go me, go Mii!

I bring my arm back and swing it forward. Locking my eyes on the screen, I watch my Mii copy my actions. Go. Go! GO! GO!

"HA! Yes!" Jake shouts, pumping his fist in the air.

"NOO! YOU STUPID MII!" I yell at the TV screen.

Wii Bowling is a skill I do not posses. I blame the equipment. It must have been tampered with. Jake got a high score, why didn't I? Embry, Quil, or Claire must have touched it, altered the settings. I look down at the controller and examine it, maybe this is the problem; the batteries are faulty. That would explain why my Mii would do the exact opposite of what I want. I would shoot straight, and it would curve to the left.

Jake bowls another strike.

Old Quil was right: sometimes technology is overrated.

"HA! Game over! It's over! Finito! We," he gestures to his Mii character, "are the champions, you," he points at me with a smug smile on his face, "are the losers! So, you'll take my shifts on Friday, Saturday, Tuesday, and Wednesday for this week."

I groan and sink into the couch, trying to block out the victorious chuckles from Jake.

He claps me on the shoulder. "S'okay Seth, not everyone can play Wii. I guess only a select few can play. Maybe you should just play with Claire, that could even it up. Hey! Who knows, maybe she'll let you win!"

I shoot him a look that screams how unimpressed at his "joke" I am.

As I open my mouth to reply with a witty retort, I hear a car door slam and angry footsteps stomp closer and closer to the door. Curious, Jake and I stare at the front door, listening as the footsteps get louder and closer.

Suddenly the door flies open and a very pissed off Leah glares around the room until her eyes set on me. As soon as she sees me, her glare, (if possible), becomes even more deadly. I shrink back.

"Hey Leah, how was the Cullens?" Jake asks with a smile. He's so friggin' happy that she's back, while I'm shitting my pants.

"Why don't you ask Seth?" Leah rounds on me.

Jake furrows his brow, confused. "Why would I ask Seth?"

Then, Leah said the two words that would ruin my chances of staying alive (if she didn't kill me): "They know."

"Who?"

Leah gives him a pointed stare as if saying, "You're really asking that question?"

Jake's face alights with realization. "No! You don't mean-"

"Yeah"

He looks at me. "And he-"

Leah folds her arms and glares at me. "Yeah, he did."

Jake turns around and glares at me, raising his eyebrow asking "Is it true?"

Unable to look at either one in the eye, I look at everything in the room, nothing being able to hold my attention for more than a few seconds. I chuckle nervously and shift from side to side.

"Heh, heh. So, what's up, guys?" I ask, attempting to casual.

"SETH!" they both yell.

Oh yeah, I'm dead.

Due to excessive force and my will to live, I have relinquished all my energies in fighting back and just decided, (for the sake of my health), to be passive.

We made an agreement. I had to apologize, take both Jake and Leah's patrols, wash Jake's car, do Leah's chores, make dinner for a week, run any errands Leah or Jake may need, and, (this part of the arrangement I do not understand), help out with the Cullens. Anything they need; a shopping partner, (by which I mean a bag carrier), for Alice, a mirror-holder/sound board, (she has may dog jokes that she likes to use on Jake), for Rosalie, an opponent for Emmett, (X-box, Guitar Hero, Play Station, Uno, all games really), a calming presence for Jasper, (he likes to read the paper in peace), a "CPR dummy" for Carlisle, (he'd rather be all 'Okay, cough' and 'Does it hurt here?' with Leah, but it's Leah…), a cooking buddy with Esmee, (Okay, that one's for me. I admit it. I love her cooking and swapping some recipes would be amazing, especially since I have to cook dinner for a whole week), and do nothing for Edward, Bella, or Nessie.

Yeah, Leah's still a bit bitter with Bella for the whole "I love you, but only as a friend" crap that Bella put Jake through, and the imprinting thing with Nessie. And Edward, well, neither one like him very much with the whole reading minds thing and the invasion of privacy. Personally, I think he's a great guy, a tad old fashioned and sometimes he's a complete jackass, (case and point with the torturing and laughing he and his family did), but all in all, he's not that bad.

That's my punishment for telling the Cullens. I must serve Jake and Leah, and the Cullens until they, (by they I mean Jake and Leah), feel like I've learned my lesson.

It's been a week of this crap and I'm still running errands for my "Oh so Mighty" Alpha and Beta.

"SETH! OH SETH! I NEED YOU TO PICK ME UP SOME-" Leah called in a sig-song voice.

"YEAH! I'M COMING! I'm coming," I call back. I'm so sick of this.

"SETH!" Leah growls.

"Coming!" I haul ass downstairs. I've been late to her doling up orders, been there. Seen that. Got the scars. Don't need new ones.

It's been 27 days since they got together, and 13 days since I've been named Jake, Leah, and the Cullens' personal slave, and something is different.

I've been getting fewer orders from Jake and Leah, I no longer have their patrols, Leah's heating up frozen dinners for herself, and everything in the house is just off.

I don't know how to explain it, but they're both different. Okay, well them getting together was 'different', a good 'different' but that's not the different I'm talking about. Oh no, this is an awkward "We know what changed but we're not going to tell you, even though we're barely talking to each other, because you're not in our super-secret club" different. It's creeping me out.

I'll wake up, and Leah will already be up and eating breakfast. Then, after eating, she'll just go out. Where? I have no idea.

And when Jake comes over, he's never around when Leah is. It's like I'm dealing with two Bellas post Edward-abandonment. They don't really act like themselves.

I made a comment to Leah and all she did was ask me to pass the plum sauce. Last time this happened was when Sam broke up with her. She got all quiet and withdrawn, wouldn't say anything for weeks. I got so fed up I yelled at her to grow up and get over Sam Uley. In hindsight, that was probably the stupidest thing I've ever yelled at her for. Anyways, it got her pissed. So pissed that she yelled, and I yelled, and we got angrier, and then everything exploded.

So, am I scared? Psh, no.

I'm fucking terrified.

Which is why this time, I will switch targets. I'm going after Jake. I need to know what's going on! Where is he going? Where is Leah going? Why aren't they going together? Are they going together? If so, what are they doing (please don't say each other or I will have to smack Quil for saying that line)? Did he hurt her? Did they break up? Is he going back to Nessie? Does he not want to break the imprint anymore?

I have all these questions, (literally; I wrote them down in my old Algebra notebook), and no answers.

I check my watch, 1:29PM. Jake should be here in 5, 4, 3, 2- I hear our front door open and a grunt signaling Jake's arrival. He shuffles into the living room and plops down on the couch before staring at the TV.

That wouldn't bother me as much if the TV was actually on. This, him staring at the TV like Eli Manning was going to personally thank him for being such a great werewolf by protecting his family and friends, this is just disturbing.

He's not even blinking.

What the hell? Where is the old Jake that I looked up to? The happy, mellow, always-has-a-sunny-disposition Jake that is my Alpha? This "person" on my couch is nothing like him. He's defeated, withdrawn, it's not normal.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask him.

He looks up at me with a confused before seeing the look I'm giving him. Jake lets out a sigh and says, "It's nothing Seth."

"Bull. Spill it, or I'll have the Cullens beat it out of you," I threaten him.

He laughs a bitter laugh, "Whose fault do you think this whole mess is? Whose house do you think I've been running over to? You want answers, Seth?"

I nod and stare at his shaking frame and notice how tired he looks. There are circles under his eyes, which are completely bloodshot, he looks, (and smells), like he hasn't had a shower in days… he looks like shit.

What happened to him? What has he been doing?

"Well so do I!" he yells.

And what are the Cullens not telling him?

Disclaimer: All of the characters, concepts, and anything affiliated with the Twilight saga belong to (their rightful owner) Stephanie Meyer. The rest of the work belongs to me and should not be copied in any way, including translations, without my explicit consent.

Major thanks to Flyaway Dove for Beta-ing this.