Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated lately, I've had a bit of writers block, and it kinda sucked. Anyway, here's the new chapter, and by the way, I DON'T OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA OR ANY CHARACTERS. Just Taylor and the plot of this story. Even though I wish I could own the wolf pack. La sigh.
I ran for what seemed like an eternity, never stopping when the rain did until I could faintly see the sun coming over the horizon of the mountains. Exhausted, I slowly made my way back to Sam and Emily's, because I knew my fate was inevitable and I couldn't ignore the pull I felt towards Paul anymore, because I knew it would start eating away at my physically and mentally before I finally broke down. Just before I exited the forest into the backyard I phased and quickly tried to figure a way to get into the house without being seen. To my surprise a fairly tall girl around my own age walked up and handed me a pair of jean shorts and a black muscle shirt.
"Hey, name's Leah. Been waiting for you to get back so you wouldn't have to go inside naked." She snickered, and without waiting for me started toward the house, so I quickly dressed and followed after her.
As soon as we entered the house I froze and looked around for Paul. Almost immediately I found myself looking into his deep chocolate eyes and the hurt look on his face nearly tore my heart out.
"Um, Paul? Can we, uh, talk somewhere? Privately?" I stuttered, fidgeting with the hem of the muscle shirt I was wearing and trying not to look at him, but failing miserably.
I couldn't keep my eyes off his handsome face or his beautiful eyes for the life of me. He nodded, and I quickly led him outside and a toward the forest.
"Tay, where are we going?" Paul asked, looking at me questioningly.
Instead of answering him, I launched myself into one of the many trees and settled on a branch big enough for a few people to lay across, and moments later, Paul was sitting beside me. For a while we just sat in silence until finally I let out a heavy sigh and leaned my head on his shoulder, craving some sort of physical contact.
"I'm sorry I ran away like I did. You didn't deserve to be treated so badly. It's just, uh, I'm not much of a people person anymore." I tried to explain, but my courage was slowly waning and all I felt like doing was curling into Paul's chest and staying there forever. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts and braced myself. "It's not that I'm not happy that we imprinted on one another. It's just, you see, my dad was killed a few years ago, and my mom was really tore up about it. She remarried some douche bag named Thomas, and after that, it was just, hell." I spat out, feeling the anger rising in me as I thought about my mother and Thomas. As if sensing my discomfort on the subject, Paul started to rub small comforting circles on my thigh and I instantly relaxed. "Well, um, a few months after they got married, Thomas started, uh, beating me everyday, because of anything and everything, and my mother let him. It lasted a few years til I got tired of it, blew up, and left."
The hand Paul had been using to rub circles on my thigh was now around my waist, clutching my hip tightly, and I could feel him softly shaking. We sat in silence for a little while, and my exhaustion was slowly catching up with me.
"Listen Tay, I don't care about any of that. Known of those that will ever make me see you any differently than I do right now. It just makes me hate your mother and her jerk wad of a husband." Paul huffed causing me to giggle, but it quickly faded into a yawn and I slowly stretched out my tired limbs.
"Tired?" Paul chuckled as I nodded and tried to stifle another yawn, but failed miserably. "Come on, we can go to my house since the whole pack is most likely at Sam and Em's. I live alone, so you can get some peace and quiet there." Paul scooped me up and jumped out of the tree, heading the opposite way of Sam's, and I smiled at his thoughtfulness before nuzzling my nose into his neck and taking in his strong, masculine scent. He smelled of pine, sweat, and a faint tinge of motor oil. Listening closely to his steady heartbeat and soft breathing, I slowly let myself fall asleep.