Chapter 5: Seeking an Escape

That's my baby, Lee-Lee. The words begin to circulate around me, pulling the air from my lungs. My vision becomes blurry, space becoming limited. Soon dizziness takes over, and I find myself clutching the side of the door for support.

"Leah? Are you alright?" I don't acknowledge Sam's words, I just barely hear them through the haze. "Lee, speak to me." Finally, his voice breaks through. "Leah!"

"Stop!" I scream out, cupping my hands around my face. I can feel my body heating up, my chest heaving up and down, uncontrollably. "Pull over."

"What?" Sam asks, confused. He continues driving forward, I even think that he speeds up some.

"Pull over, Sam," I plead through gasp for air. Still he resumes driving, ignoring me. "Damn it, Sam! Pull over!"

He slams on the brakes, throwing us forward. The screeching fills my ears, immediately my hands fly up to my stomach, protecting my child. As soon as the truck is safely come to a halt on the side of the road, I bail out. Leaving the door ajar, I walk a few steps before the nausea takes over. I fling, what little I can of my torso over. Opening my mouth I let what little I have eaten exit my body, mostly it's just water. I steady myself standing back up. Sam hasn't moved from his position in the truck.

"The only reason I'm not forcing you out of my truck and walking you ass back all the way to La Push is because I shouldn't be traveling and there's no way in hell I'm driving like this," I say walking back to the truck. "So it looks as if I'm going back to La Push with your sorry ass! Anyways, I need answers."

"Leah," Sam begins to speak, as I push myself up into the cab of the truck.

"Shut the fuck up, Sam! I'm tired of you speaking. It's my turn to talk. All you will be doing is answering questions and driving."

"Lee, just let me explain," Sam begs while motioning the car back onto the highway.

"Don't call me, Lee." I take in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I know the calmer I stay the less stress will be on my baby. "Why don't you start from the begging, Sam? How did you get me somewhere alone with you?"

"That was easy enough," he replies haughtily. "You were drunk and you wanted to anyway."

"The hell I did! Why'd you even do it, Sam? Why!" So much for being calm.

"Do you really want to know? Then let me tell you. It was so easy, to lure you in. I had forgotten how easy you really were."

"To hell with you!"

"Shut it, Leah!" Instantly, I feel compelled to do so. Almost, as if he still has order over me. I know what tone is held behind his words. He just Alpha Commanded me. How the fuck can he still do it? "Let me speak. You really did look beautiful in that satin deep blue dress. It was a shame I had to shred into pieces." I begin, searching for air wanting to scream at him. But I can't. For some odd reason the Alpha Command still has its hold. "Oh Leah, how you wanted me. I could basically see the lust forming around you. The love was there too." It's not true. I know it isn't. I have no positive feelings towards the pig, only hatred. Hatred that shouldn't even be so. "You wanted me so bad. I could feel the desire behind your words. What were they? Ah, that's right. 'Sam, please. I crave you, I need you!'"

I feel as if the air around me is becoming scarce. My body is shaking, aching to phase and rip Sam's head off. But I can't let that happen. The damage it would do to the baby.

"You let me fuck you. You couldn't say no. Although, you were sad that I tore up your 'favorite thong.' And when I claimed you." Swiftly, I flew my hand up to my neck, touching the hot scar. "Yes, Dear I claimed you. You basically got down on your knees and begged me to. I couldn't say no to those gorgeous eyes. And he fact that you were letting me fuck you. Even so to where I tore you up. I had you screaming! That's why we were so far in the woods.

"It was almost like old times, Lee. Aside from that whole 'making love' shit you liked to do. You even admitted to me that, what were your exact words. Something like, 'no one has ever made me cum like this. Ever.'" Lies. Lies! They were all lies. I would've never consented to having sex with him, under any circumstances.

"Do you want to know how I pulled it off?" I snap my head over towards him, glaring at him with the most immense amount of hatred. "It was so simple. I figured out a way to push aside the imprint feelings. The only way I pulled that off was because my feelings for you never went away. I still hopelessly love you, Lee-Lee." Red begins to blur my vision, as I shake uncontrollably. The baby responds to what he is saying, the pain that its causing lets me know that it's on my side. Gently, I place a hand upon my stomach taking deep breaths. Somehow we both calm down.

"After I claimed you, it connected my bond to you. You'll always be mine, Leah. All because of one little bite. Seeing as we're connected, that just made Alpha Commanding you that much easier. I just commanded you to forget when you awoke. I just never thought of the little bump in the road." I couldn't believe how he could put so much venom behind the word 'bump' as if my baby were some piece of trash. But then again, I couldn't fathom any of the shit he was saying also.

I watched as he took in a deep breath, an evil smile forming over his lips. "Once we were finished, as you laid exhausted on the ground, you thanked me."

The pride he got from saying those few words, sent me over the edge. Somehow I broke the hold over me. But I wasn't going to speak yet.

"What's wrong, Lee? Cat got your tongue?"

"You raped me!" I yell out, glaring Sam down.

"It's not rape if you consent."

"Stop the truck."

"What? No! You're fine."

"Would you like me to puke on you? Stop, the God forsaken truck."

He does as told, but I don't budge. I just sit there letting my plan unfold. I sit there praying to my ancestors for any guidance that they can give.

"Get out of the fucking truck, Leah!" Sam yells, causing the baby to jolt inside me. I whimper out in pain.

"I can't move," I gasp out, barely whispering.

I watch as Sam throws the door open, then slams it as soon as he's out. As he walks behind the truck and out of sight, I absorb as much strength as I can. Hastily, I push myself over to the driver's side. With ease, surprisingly, I'm situated. Talking a deep breath to remain calm I yank the truck into drive. I slam on the accelerator, leaving Sam in the dust.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper out, knowing his spirit has helped me.

Suddenly, all of what has just happen hits me. My vision becomes blurry, as tears stream down my face. I gasp for air, trying to regain my composure. But instead I just break down more.

What the hell have I done to deserve this?

The truck screeches to a stop, on the edge of the Call's driveway. I fling the door open, almost falling out of the truck. I run to the front door as fast as I can for being in, what I assume is my third trimester.

Without caring to knock on the door, I barge through. Thankfully, Embry is on the couch. He jolts up. Before I have taken three steps he is right in front of me. His eyes run across me, starring at me tear stained cheeks.

"Leah what's wrong?" Embry frantically asks, placing a firm hand upon my shoulder. "Leah, speak to me."

"Embry," I stutter out, clenching my eyes shut and shaking my head.

"Leah, look at me," Embry gently places a hand below my chin, raising it slightly so he can see my face. Tenderly, he sweeps his finger tips underneath my eyes, ridding my cheeks of the tears that I have failed to notice that have fallen. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Sam's the father!" I wail out, running a hand beneath my nose where snot has run down to my top lip. "Sam's the father, Embry."

TBC