(A/N) okay, DISCLAIMER: the only character so far in this story that I own is Sarah! She is completely mine! The rest belong to Stephanie Meyer. Read! Review! Love y'all!
I was about to say something else, when I saw the terrified look on Brady's face. I turned around to see Uncle Emmett, Uncle Jasper, and Uncle Paul, all with terrifying looks on their faces. I started cracking up, running to give Uncle Emmett and Uncle Jasper bear hugs, squealing when they pretended to try to tackle me. "When did you get back?" I hadn't seen them in a while because Mama had wanted to go to Florida to meet Great Grandma Renée, so the three of us had gone south, telling the rest we'd see them soon.
Brady still looked afraid, so I pulled him over, officially introducing him to my uncles. The next few days proved to be interesting. Mama and Daddy stayed with Aunt Rachel and Uncle Paul, while I stayed with Grandpa Billy. My wolf-man stopped by every morning to check on me, along with calling me every night before I went to bed. I knew I must look really silly whenever my Brady called in the evening, cause Grandpa would roll his eyes and wheel himself into his bedroom.
Brady and I came to an agreement with Daddy the day after we met, deciding for Daddy's mental health and Brady's safety, to only be friends for now. The aggravating thing was that both of us wanted more than friendship. It seemed like everyone could see it, Mama, Aunt Rachel, Uncle Jasper and Grandpa Billy of course, but even Uncle Emmett and Uncle Paul could see it, and tried to talk Daddy around, but it seemed like nothing would work.
Grandpa Billy had been getting a little better each day, and this morning, when Brady stopped by, Grandpa handed him a package, quietly telling him to be "wise when you give it to her". Naturally, I asked Brady what Grandpa was talking about, but I got a small shake of the head as Brady turned to face the door.
When Daddy walked in with Mama, Daddy had an uncharacteristic grin on his face. My first instinct was to look for Uncle Jasper, and thank him for not letting Daddy be so unreasonable. Moments later, though, as Daddy began to realize Brady was still here and I was holding his hand tightly, his face began to fall. Before I could open my mouth, however, Brady was letting go of my hand and moving towards my dad, asking if they could talk outside. My head turned frantically to Mama, hoping she would be able to tell if any real harm would come of them being alone.
"Ness, I promise, nothing will happen." Daddy told Mama, and then he turned to me. "Sarah, we'll be right back. I promise. We won't hurt each other, and both of us will be right back. I promise, the two of us won't even phase. Not that it would do us much good if we did…" Daddy's words broke through my hazed brain as I tried to grasp that Daddy was trying his best to be fair.
When they walked outside, I went to Mama and gave her a hug, and both of us strained to hear what our wolves were saying to each other. I think it's a good thing Daddy and Brady are in separate packs. The things Brady and I talk about would not be good for Daddy to hear whenever they were both phased. I could hardly make out what they were saying, but I gathered it was about me and Mama both. That surprised me. I was expecting them to talk about me, but not Mama. The look on her face told me she had expected the same thing.
"Jake, you've been in my head. You know I would never hurt her. She means just as much to me as Ness does to you. …Billy gave me something today…for Sarah…I was wondering if I could give it to her?"
I could hear Daddy growling slightly as he (presumably) saw whatever Brady was talking about. I looked around swiftly for my grandpa, but he just looked at me with his typical poker face.
"You gave one to Nessie on her first Christmas! …C'mon, Jake, seriously, this is not fair! …We're trying to go by your rules, you know I wouldn't try and talk her into going against you! But cut us some slack. She's seventeen already, I started phasing when I was fourteen. Technically, she's older than me by three significant years! …You can't seriously use the 'real age' card on me. …Cause you know if Edward and Bella did that with you, then you still wouldn't be married."
It was weird, I couldn't make out Daddy's end of the conversation at all. I knew Mama could hear both ends though, cause at that point she rolled her eyes, and simply walked out the door, I'm guessing to rescue Daddy from further rebuttals. I rushed out at that point, just to be restrained by Mama, who had come out just in time to witness Daddy breaking his promise to me.
My knees gave way as I saw Daddy lunge for Brady, and as Brady did nothing to defend himself. Mama wouldn't let go of me as I tried to get to Brady. He was bleeding all over the place! I stood there and watched, struggling, as Daddy kept going after Brady, and began crying tearless sobs as I saw Brady's eyes close in weakness and defeat. That was when I heard the yelling.
"Jacob Ephraim Black! Look at your daughter! You're killing her!" Mama was screaming at Daddy, but he wouldn't stop hurting Brady. "Jacob!" My knees were starting to go weak, and I could feel blackness starting to fill my usually perfect vision. "Jacob, I swear, if you do one more harmful thing to that boy you will be running on three broken legs!" I felt Mama turn slightly to call into the house, "Billy, get Daddy and Carlisle on the phone, please! Quickly!" Mama turned towards Daddy and Brady again. "Jacob Ephraim Black! I am not joking, nor am I bluffing! If you don't leave Brady alone you're not sleeping in the house for the rest of the decade!" Mama's voice seemed to be going in and out, like someone was messing with the volume and station controls on an old radio. "And you will suffer every single bodily harming pain my family and I can think of! Including Aunt Rose! Mama won't be enough to stop us! Especially if I am the one leading! Which you know I will be! If you don't believe me I'll have Daddy on the phone in half a second, and believe me, he will back me up! We all know that."
But it seemed like the more Mama yelled at him, the more Daddy kept fighting. I couldn't see how Brady hadn't phased, our why Daddy was still fighting. Brady hadn't done anything to defend himself this entire time. Finally, when I thought Brady was almost dead, Daddy turned around, growling at Mama for yelling at him, just in time to see me fall.
(A/N) okay, I know, another cliffie! Easiest place for me to stop, though! Review if you love me! Or if you hate me. Or if you're indifferent to me. JUST REVIEW!