READ: I would like to thank with the utmost gratitude my new beta, TwilightHeart21. She's ah-freaking-mazing! She is betaing 12 other stories not including mine and still does it within a day. I forgot to put this in my authors note before I gave my rough draft to her so I hope she reads it and knows how appreciative I am to have such a wicked amazing beta! She is a rock star!!! (^-^)
Raynalyns Point Of View
Denahi's snoring woke me up. I looked over at the clock and it said it was 7:35 AM. I grabbed my pillow sleepily from underneath my head and threw it at him. He didn't wake up so I found another pillow and threw that one at him too. Still no response. I started hitting him with my fist over and over and over again. Still no response!
I reached over and poked him in the belly lightly. "Stop it Ray," He groaned and swatted my hand away. So that he feels? He is such a mystery sometimes. I got off of the bed and Tibby followed me. When I reached the door I got an idea. I slowly walked back over to Denahi. I stood over his sleeping form and started poking him with both of my pointer fingers one after another really fast.
"Stop it before I go and get Big Mama Charlotte!" He threatened and I stopped immediately. I ran out of the room and I heard him laugh as I slammed the door. I heard Tibby whine and opened the door again to let her out. After he named that furry demon Big Mama Charlotte, it didn't seem nearly as frightening but I still don't want it anywhere near me.
I walked threw the living room to the kitchen sluggishly, not really paying attention to my surroundings. I looked threw the fridge half asleep. I grabbed a Capri-Sonne and poked the straw threw the hole, missing it four times before getting it in. I'm really not a morning person if you couldn't tell.
I can usually sleep through Denahi's snores, but last night I kept on having this same spooky dream. I couldn't understand what was happening because everything was blurry. But I did mange to make out huge dark figures. They were running after me—no not me. They were running after what was chasing me. I couldn't tell what was after me but I couldn't stop my body from moving, like I knew I was in danger.
It was the weirdest freaking thing. Usually I can't remember what I dreamt about the morning after. "What the hell do you have on your feet?" A deep voice asked.
I screamed and squeezed my Capri-Sonne, causing it to squirt up in my face. The person who startled me was roaring with laughter. I turned around, my empty Capri-Sonne in my right hand and my left balled up in a fist. And there sitting at the old oak table was Jacob, laughing his butt off while eating a huge bowl of cereal.
Brothers. Can't live with them, can't live without them. No wait; actually I could live without them. "I hope you choke on your cereal," I said through clenched teeth. I'm also very angry in the morning. Angry and somewhat bipolar. Or so I've been told.
What I said didn't upset him, it just made him laugh harder. This made me angrier. I sat down at the table and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. "Why did you do it?" He asked.
"Do what?" I asked, irked. He laughed at my tone. He took a few bites of his cereal before he answered, "Kill those two poor innocent sheep that you're wearing on your feet." I looked down at my socks and rolled my eyes.
"They're knitted socks. My Aunt bought them for me so don't hate on them," My tone started out annoyed but got cheerful when I started to talk about my Aunt. My so called bipolar-ness at its finest.
"Don't hate on them?" He said, doing his best to mock my voice. It sounded awkward coming from his deep voice. "What are you turning gangsta on me now?" He asked with a teasing smile. He took his final bite and got up to put his bowl in the sink.
"Yep! You better leave before I shank you," I threatened. He laughed and walked out of the kitchen into the living room.
A few seconds went by before he popped his head over one of the hallway walls that leads to the kitchen. "Hey Raynalyn?" He asked, sounding more mischievous than I can deal with right now. "What Jacob?" I moaned and took a bite of my apple.
"I just wanted to let you know—I'm sure you already knew this, but you are such a delight in the morning," he said and his voice was full of humor. I narrowed my eyes at him and threw my apple, aiming for his head. He dodged it so quickly I barely saw what happened. The apple landed on the floor and Tibby ran over to it and ate the now squashed apple. I was going to stop her but decided against it because I didn't feel like cleaning anything up at the moment.
Jacob disappeared and I yelled, "You're just lucky I didn't have my shank on me!" I got up from the table and walked to the fridge. I froze when I saw Seth, Bobby, Sam, Emily, and two other huge guys whose name I didn't know, standing by the kitchen door—looking at me with wide eyes.
"Um...about that...he uh started it first. I don't really own a shank I was just..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say. This is so embarrassing; they probably think I'm a nutcase.
"W-what did you say Denahi? I couldn't hear you; I'll be there in a second!" I yelled in the direction of my room. I don't think they bought my lie about Denahi calling me but I ran to my room anyways.
"Kill me now!" I sighed when I was safely in my room.
"Gladly," Denahi moaned from underneath the covers.
"Denahi I'm serious. Either you do it or I'll do it myself!" That got his attention and he shot up out of the covers.
"Who embarrassed you this time?" He knows me so well, as I know him. I have to be able to read him, so when we're around people I can tell what he wants.
"Jacob did. He was being annoying. Well everyone is annoying to me in the morning. But that's not the point right now...I kind of told him I would shank him — don't ask okay," I said when he gave me a Why-haven't-you-been-put-in-the-nutty-house-yet look. "I thought it was just the two of us, but of curse people had to be standing right fricking behind me! They probably think I'm some rebellious teenager whose been and out of juvie her whole life and—" Denahi held up his hands for me to stop.
"You're overreacting again. Just go and take a shower. I'm sure they don't even remember," he said in a comforting voice.
"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one with the juvie record," I mumbled in a low voice.
"You're still overreacting," He said and shook his head. That's funny, how did he hear what I said? I'm positive I didn't say that loud enough for him to understand.
"How did you hear that?" I wondered aloud without even thinking about what I was asking before I did it. I have a feeling it's probably best if I don't know.
"Hear what?" He asked, puzzled by my odd question.
"What I said just now," I said, using hand gestures like I always do when I'm talking about something serious.
"You said it perfectly clear," he said and raised an eyebrow at me.
"No I didn't. I barely even whispered it," I murmured again, hoping he wouldn't hear it.
"You said it loud enough for me to hear it Ray. I know you act abnormal in the morning but this is a new level of strange for you. Go take a shower and calm down. I'm gonna go get some breakfast," he said, confirming my fear. He walked out of my room and closed the door. I felt so faint-hearted that I had to sit down on my bed.
Something is going on with Denahi and has been for a while. I noticed but never made anything out of it. Lately he's been changing. Growing at an abnormally fast past and getting angry at stupid things. Last month when we were at a party he said he heard somebody say something about me and he started to shake with anger. He wouldn't tell me what the person said and I tried to calm him down but nothing seemed to work. He only stopped shaking when he saw how scared I was.
I got off the bed and walked to my closet to find something to wear. I grabbed my blue, white, and green floral tank top, a pair of straight leg jeans, my brown Abercrombie hoodie, and a pair of dark teal flats. When I walked passed my dresser I saw my silver Tiffany heart tag necklace and picked it up.
The bathroom was right outside of my bedroom so I didn't have to walk past anybody. I'm in no mood to be pleasant right now. But Jacob and Seth must have heard me open the door because they both looked over at me and smiled from there spot on the couch. I forced a smile and dashed through the bathroom door.
I got in the shower and began my usual routine. Wash my hair, condition my hair, wash my body, and then shave my legs. When I got to shaving my legs I was still trying to figure what the heck is going on with Denahi and because my mind was elsewhere I nicked my self in three places. Nothing serious, but I'm a bad bleeder so even if I got the littlest of scratches I'll bleed more than any normal person would.
When I got out of the shower I put a bandage on each one. Once I was done blow drying and straightening my hair I had to change the bandages because they were full of blood. After I made sure that they stopped bleeding I put my clothes on and did my make up. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if my mystery man would think I was good-looking.
After a good five minutes of looking at my hair and clothes I sighed with chagrin. I know I'm not unattractive but for some bizarre and unknown reason I feel like I need to look as beautiful as I can for this guy. I've never felt like I need to change or improve myself for anybody, ever. And especially not for someone I've never even talked to.
There was a knock on the door followed by Jacob's concerned voice, "You okay in there Ray-Ray?" I smiled at the nickname. I opened the door to a worried Jacob.
"Yeah, Jakie. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked with a small grin. He smiled at my nickname but he looked down at my right leg with a fierce gaze—the leg I nicked myself with the shaver.
He noticed I was starring at him and shrugged. "Guess I forgot how long girls take in the bathroom. You were in there for a long time. I was starting to worry that you slipped and fell into the drain," He joked.
I gave him a playful glare and said, "At least I actually fit in the tub, unlike you Mr. I-eat-steroids-for-breakfast-lunch-and-dinner."
"Fair enough," He said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. I went into my room and grabbed my guitar. I searched through my desk drawer and found a mini note pad and a pencil as well. I've been able to play the guitar and compose my own songs since I was a little girl. I didn't have anyone to teach me, it just kind of came to me. I use to play it 24/7 but since I've gotten older I only play it when something upsets me or I have free time—both don't happen very often so I hardly ever play it.
I put the strap on and swung it around so it was lying on my back. I walked into the living room and everyone looked at me. I blushed but continued walking. I stopped and smiled at Billy when I saw him at the table with a plate full of eggs and bacon. "Good morning," I said and bent down to hug him. He had trouble hugging me back because of my guitar.
"Morning," He said and took a bite of his eggs.
"Going some place?" he asked when he saw me head for the kitchen door.
"Yeah I was gonna go for a walk," I said when I remembered you're suppose to ask your parent when you go somewhere. I'm so used to sneaking out. "I mean if it's okay with you," I added.
He was going to say something but Emily interrupted him by saying, "Oh no sweetheart, you can't go anywhere without eating breakfast! It's not healthy for you. I made a ton of eggs and bacon." My stomached growled at the mention of food but I ignored it. I just want to get out of here, and fast. I don't think I can be alone with my thoughts for another second. Writing songs always keeps my mind busy for awhile.
"No I'm good," I lied and my stomached growled at me angrily for turning down one of my favorite foods… bacon. Just the thought of bacon had me drooling… literally. I had to wipe the side of mouth from the slobber. Look at me — slobbering like a dog over bacon.
"So you're saying I made all this for nothing," Emily said with a fake pout. Sam rubbed her leg and glared at me for making his fiancé sad. How stupid, can't he tell that she's faking so I'll feel bad and eat? Maybe he's all muscle and no brain.
"I wouldn't say that. The boys look like they're enjoying the food you made. I'll just let them eat my share for me and—" I didn't get to finish my sentence because Emily's stern motherly voice stopped me, "Raynalyn. Eat." I've never had anyone talk to me in that tone. I don't think I like it very much. I use to always wish my mom would actually act like a mom but if that's how they act, maybe it was better that she was always gone.
I stood stubbornly in the middle of the kitchen staring at Emily while she stared intensely back. She had the look of a mother who wants to punish her child for acting up. It kind of frightened me so I started heading for the food. This is so stupid, we're not even related. I have no clue why I'm listening to her.
I grabbed a plate and started to put some eggs on it when I got a better idea. I sat my plate down and searched threw the cupboards for some zip-lock baggies. I found them behind a family size bag of Spicy Nacho flavored Doritos and grabbed one. I went back to the eggs and bacon and started to put some in the bag. By the time I was done half the bag was filled with scrambled eggs with ten pieces of bacon—what? I'm a growing girl. I need my food. My Aunt used to always say I had the appetite of a boy but I'm not complaining. I love it actually.
I turned around to look at everyone in the kitchen and Emily gave me a smile. "Eggs and Bacon on the go!" I said with a laugh and plopped a piece of egg in my mouth. I didn't wait for anyone to say anything about my bag full of food and walked out of the kitchen door. It was freezing outside so I flipped my hood over my head.
I walked for thirty minutes when I found the prefect place. It was a meadow covered completely in grass and wild flowers. There was a river off to the side and a little cave in the side of the mountain. I sat in the middle of the meadow and started to play Swing Life Away by Rise Against. I let the music take over and I started to sing the lyrics...
Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first,
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse.
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
I've been here so long; think that its time to move.
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon.
so let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow.
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know.
But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world.
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go.
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
Until you hold my hand.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first,
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse.
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
Swing life away,
Swing life away,
Swing life away,
Swing life away.
I usually don't sing. Back in England I would play the guitar while Leighton would sing. I like to sing and I'm actually really good at it, it's just that I love to play the guitar more and Leighton is a hundred times better at singing then I can ever wish to be. I started to play Boats and Birds by Gregory and The Hawk, one of Leighton's favorite songs. I closed my eyes and started to sing the lyrics...
If you be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
But you can skyrocket away from me
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here with more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by
If you be my boat
I'll be your sea
A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity
Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze
I live to make you free
I live to make you free
But you can set sail to the west if you want to
And past the horizon till I can't even see you
Far from here where the beaches are wide
Just leave me your wake to remember you by
If you be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
But you can skyrocket away from me
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here with more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by
Stardust to remember you by
I decided to play one more song and then I'll try and see if I can write anything good. I started to play I'm So Sick by Flyleaf and started singing the loud, rough lyrics...
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break! Break!
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up!
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so,
I'm so sick
Hear it, Cause I'm screaming it!
You're heeding to it now
Hear it! I'm screaming it!
You tremble at this sound
You sink into my clothes
And this invasion
Makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so,
I'm so sick
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
Let me live,
Please!
Let me live,
Please!
Let them live
Let us...live!
When I finished the song I felt a lot better. I always did like singing that song; it's a great stress reliever. I got up out of my position on the ground and walked around the meadow strumming the guitar randomly.
"You're pretty good," a sexy gruffly voice said. It startled me so much I dropped my guitar on the ground. My eyes winded and I flew down to get it. I swear to god if it has a grass stain on it, this person will pay!
I turned around, stood on my heels and yelled, "What the hell! You almost gave me a heart attack!" All my anger vanished into thin air when I saw who it was. My mystery man from yesterday. My god, he's beautiful. He had the most gorgeous copper skin I had ever seen and his pitch black short cropped hair looked baby soft. I had the urge to run my hands threw it but refrained myself. He would probably freak and run away.
The thing that captivated me the most were his eyes though. His brown marble-like eyes were both seductive and inviting. I could not for the life of me look away from them.
"I liked the last song. You're pretty good at screaming. I'll have to remember not to anger you," he said in his sexy deep voice.
"I can do more damage than just scream your ear drums out," I joked and he laughed. Even his laugh was gorgeous! I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. What would someone this god-like think of plain ol' me? I couldn't be too admirable. I mean I'm so normal looking and he's...he's...there's not a word to describe this sexy exotic looking man.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.
"What's yours?" I asked back, trying to play hard to get. From my experience with guys, if you play hard to get and they still stick around, they want more than just sex. They want love. My heart fluttered at the thought of this man falling in love with me.
He looked kind of annoyed but answered anyway, "its Paul."
"Raynalyn," I said and smiled at him. He started at me with such adoration and love I couldn't look away. Even if he wasn't and instead was glaring at me, I still wouldn't be able to look away. His beautiful brown eyes feel like they're warming my heart.
"Play a song for me," he said and sat down directly in front of me. I was hesitant at first but sat down with him.
"What do you want to hear?" I asked.
"What do you think I want to hear?" He said with a teasing tone.
"Barbie Girl by Aqua," I joked back.
He rolled his eyes at me and scoffed. "Just play a song."
"You mean you don't want to be a Barbie Girl?" I asked with a fake appalled voice.
He glared at me but I had a feeling that his glare could get a lot worse. Like he wasn't able to fully glare at me for some reason. "Okay, okay. I was just kidding."
Hmmm, I think I have a song that he'll like. What It's Like by Everlast. The lyrics aren't my favorite but the song sounds so cool on an acoustic guitar. Once I started the song, I sung the lyrics and closed my eyes. If I play while looking into those beautiful eyes of his, I'll forget the notes and lyrics completely.
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like [x4]
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like [x4]
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome 45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like [x3]
To have to lose...
"You look breathtaking when you do that." His words made my heart fly and an embarrassing blush rise to my cheeks.
"Really?" I asked. I want to hear him call me that again.
"Yes. I'm sure you look breathtaking when you do anything." He said and flashed a smile that reached his ears. He leaned forwards towards me slowly. I sat completely still knowing what he was about to do. When he got close enough to my face he moved a stray stain of hair behind my ear. The littlest touch made me feel this overwhelming passion of happiness going through my body. He was so close I could feel his breath of my cheek. His mouth was not even a centimeter away from mine when something unwelcome and horrendous happened. It stared to rain. Not just a light drizzle, it was worse than monsoon weather.
The trees and grass started thrashing around violently. The rain droplets felt like little sewing needle were being thrown at me with great force, even through my hoodie. The wind was so strong that I feel forward but Paul caught me quickly. He picked me up bridal style and ran over to the cave. Once we were inside he didn't set me down.
"Does it do that a lot?" I asked, astounded. One moment the weather was perfect and than the next it's… this.
"Pretty much," he said and I was surprised to hear he sounded pretty p.o.'d. I don't know if it was because of the storm or that the storm interrupted our kiss or maybe I did something to make him act this way. It seems preposterous but just in case I should get down. I jumped out of his arms and walked towards the cave entrance. I was hoping things were going to look better but they looked ten times worse.
I sighed and walked back. I found Paul sitting down, resting his back against the cave wall. I sat on the other side directly in front of him. "Looks like we're stuck here for awhile." He nodded his head in agreement but didn't say anything.
We sat in silence for a while when I blurted, "Lets play a game." I'm going insane with boredom over here and I was tired off his huffy mood.
"A game?" He asked, alarmed.
"Yep. A getting to know Paul game," I said in a decisive tone. I was determined to get rid of his bad mood.
"I'm not a big game person..." He said unsure. I got up and ran over to him.
I got down on my knees and begged, "Please. Pretty, pretty please with a Suzuki GSX-R600 on top!"
"Whoa, hold up a second. You know what a Suzuki GSX-R600 is?" His eyes winded and his mouth dropped open. I laughed and shut it close with my index finer.
"Heck yeah! It's only the most kick ass motorcycle out there! I can't wait till I'm eighteen, I'm going to buy one. And a Yamaha YZF R1! Aah, I'm getting so psyched just thinking about it!" I started jumping up and down with excitement. Ever since I saw my Uncle Brad ride a motorcycle I've been obsessed with getting one.
"What are you going to drive until you're eighteen?" He asked. He had a proud smile on his face. It confused me but I let it go.
"Not sure yet. But I've been begging my Aunt non stop about getting me a red Dodge ram 3500 heavy duty with black leather interior for my sixteenth birthday," I said, dreamily.
He was starring at my like he was before and it made me blush. "I love you," he said and it sounded like he meant it. But I laughed because he must only be joking. "No you love that I'm not an annoying girl who can't talk about anything but losing weight and where she bought her new shoes and how expensive they were." He stared into my eyes then down at my lips. He shook his head no and smiled at me. It took my breath away.
"Game time! So all you have to do is write the word I say and write down everything that the word reminds you of." I handed my mini notepad and my pencil, clumsily. I wish he would stop smiling at me like that; I can never breathe normally after. He took them but didn't look to happy about it. I started giving him words and he would write them down but for every single word I gave him all he would write is one word. I gave him some good words to work with too—temptation, future, laughter, beauty, hope, whimsical, heaven, curious, hatred.
When we were done I reached my hand out towards him and said, "Let me see."
He looked at me wide eyed. "You're going to read it?" His voice sounded panicky.
"Umm yeah," I said slowly. What's up with this weird reaction?
"No," He had a tone that said his answer was not to be argued with. I reached for the paper but he hid the notepad behind his back so I couldn't get it.
"Why not?" I demanded.
"You never told me you were going to read it," He said, not looking at me.
"Then what was the point of the game?" I asked. This was a getting to know Paul game. Paul already knows Paul; I want to get to know Paul. If I didn't read the paper, what's the point of even doing the game?
"Okay you can see it...If you can get it from me." He shot up and raised his arm in the air with the note pad.
I jumped after him and stood on my tippy toes grabbing at his arm. "That's unfair! You can barely fit threw the door to my house and I can fit perfectly threw a doggie door! I think you're just a wee bit taller than I am!"
"Jump Shorty, jump!" He laughed as I did as he told me. I got sick of jumping around like a monkey so I jumped up and latched my legs around his waist. He froze, not expecting me to do that. He put an arm around my mid section but didn't bring the hand that had the note pad down. I shimmed up his frame and he groaned. Uh oh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
I looked down at him and I saw lust in his eyes. Never mind, this was a great idea. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned down. I was about to kiss him when I heard a growl. I turned around and was surprised to see Jacob standing at the caves entrance in a pair of cut off jeans.
"Jacob?" I asked, majorly confused as to how the heck he found us and more importantly why he is here interrupting my kiss with Paul.
"Paul get your disgusting hands off of my sister. Raynalyn get down. We're leaving. Now," he said in a deadly tone.
"What? No!" I squeezed onto Paul harder and his grip tightened around me.
"Yes!" Jacob demanded and stalked over to us. He grabbed my arm and I heard Paul growl at him. I raised an eyebrow at his enraged faced. Did he just growl at my brother? What normal person growls? And so animalisticly too.
"Paul let go," Sam ordered. I jumped, startled. God, this guy just pops out of nowhere! I was shocked and saddened when Paul listened to him and gave me to Jacob. Jacob carried me bridal style and walked over to Sam and away from Paul.
"Jacob take Raynalyn back to the house. Paul and I need to have a talk. Again," Sam demanded of Jacob. Boy is this guy bossy. And what does he mean by again? If he already talked to him why does he have to take him away from me?
Jacob ran out with me still in his arms. I looked over his shoulder back at Paul. I waved slowly at him and he gave me a small smile. The rain wasn't as bad as it was before but after a few seconds I couldn't see him anymore. What I did next surprised the hell out of me. I started to cry.
A/N: Sorry it took me two weeks to update! I got grounded. You'll notice this happens a lot. Me and my mother don't exactly get along. I wish we did but for some reason we just don't.
Anyway, I made this chapter extra long because it took me so long to update. I also have a blog now, it'd be cool if you guys wanted to check it out. The link for my blog is marissareneethatsmee . xanga . com (You have to remove the spaces between the dots. The full link is on my page if this one doesn't work.)
I hope you like this chapter! (n_n)
Beta A/N: Sorry, I really won't do this a lot, but I just wanted to say that y'all better give this gal a frigging review! She wrote fourteen fricken pages of words! She deserves it!