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Chapter Six
Tell Me Your Story I'll Listen
BPOV
"I promise."
"Thanks Bella." Nessie mumbled, patting my back sweetly. Her eyes shine with happiness now. I give her a weird look, because she's being so calm compared to before. "It's just nice to be able to tell someone...I am very glad you will keep this secret." I nod slowly, and absentmindedly take a glance at my hand. It's almost finished being stitched up, and at least it was all clean...no blood spilled. I furor my eyebrows, thinking. Don't Vampires drink...blood? I feel my eyes go wide with terror, and I shake off Carlisle's hand as I back up into Jacob -yet again. Everyone had begun staring at me now, and I was shaking.
"Bella, I need to finish stitching up your hand..." I shake my head no, flustered. I always thought he was so nice! He couldn't be a vampire! That was...that wasn't possible! -and Werewolves? Vampires, and Werewolves? This is...no. Not possible. All the Cullens: Vampires. My new family, all of them...including Collin: Werewolves. I feel betrayed. How couldn't they have told me? My own brother, my two best friends...Emily. Maybe this was a joke. This can't really be possible...
"It's just not possible!" I blurt out before I can stop myself. I slap my hands over my mouth and blush. Alice gives me that fucking, arms crossed raised eyebrow look that I despise, then smiles, understanding my outburst.
"I'll start from the beginning, and tell you how it is most definitely possible. Let Carlisle stitch up your hand, and I'll tell you about it." I nod, but I wasn't really paying attention to what she said. I was watching her teeth. Razor sharp, vamp teeth. How hadn't I noticed them before? "Bella...let Carlisle stitch up your hand!" Alice demanded, pointing to her father.
Reluctantly, I trudge over to Carlisle, and push my hand back in his. He begins stitching where he left off, unfazed.
"Good! So..." She coughs, though I am sure vampires don't need to. "It all started when Carlisle was turned into a vampire. I won't go into details, but, he ended up finding a way not to kill humans for blood. He feasted off of animals. Vegetarian Vampires, we call ourselves; a little inside joke." she gives me that kitten smile of hers. "However many years later, Carlisle learned how to deal with his thirst, and become a doctor. Here's where it gets strange...Edward was still human, and in Chicago at the time; 1901. He and his parents were dying of the Spanish influenza. His dad, died one of the first days, and his mother, Elizabeth, wasn't too far away form it either. She took Carlisle by the arms, and told him that he had to do whatever he could to save her son. 'Everything in your power...', she said; exactly her words.
Carlisle changed Edward, and I bet you would be surprised that know one noticed. The influenza was so big, and since Edwards parents were both...deceased, they wouldn't have noticed either." She frowns. "Later, Carlisle realized that Edward sometimes would answer Carlisle's thoughts, and figured out that Edward could read minds." I tilted my head to the side in amazement. Alice smirks, and goes on.
"Next, was Rosalie. She...well. I don't like to tell her story. If she wants, she can tell you the entire story herself. Being vague, her fiance, Royce, had tried to kill her, but, she ended up, bloody in the streets alive, when Carlisle found her. He changed her, and that was the end of her story...kind of. But, I will tell you that the man who tried to kill her, got a big surprise when Rosalie was a vampire. She showed up in her wedding dress...and killed him." I almost smile at the vision. Beautiful Rosalie, in her beautiful wedding dress...evil looking...
"Emmett was attacked by a bear. Rosalie found him, and, suffering from the burn of the blood lust, ran him to Carlisle, to change him. they are still together to this day...though they fight a ton, they love each other." Alice smiles brightly.
"I...well...I have no clue where I am from. all of the sudden, I was a vampire. I woke up from the transformation, confused, because I had no clue who I was. I'm lucky I have...oh yeah...Bella. I'm a psychic." My eyes widen in surprise. Psychic? So that's how she knew I stole Emmett's stuffed bear... "I took that trait with me when I was turned. That's what Carlisle thinks anyway.
"Next is Jasper. I found him, when he was part of a vampire...army. He changed many humans into vampires, and killed many others too. He reads emotions, and could feel every emotion when he changed them..." She changed the subject. "I found him...in an old fashioned, 50's diner with my visions. We have been together for..60 years now." I saw her eyes shine with love for her -boyfriend? Husband? Fiance? I gave her a confused look, and immediately she knew what I was thinking "We have been married Bella!" She laughed.
Now, her eyes turn very serious. (AN-I will have you know the plot gets very mixed up here. For a good reason!)
"Esme, she came next. She met Carlisle in the 80's. Esme was still human at the time. She was working as a secretary in a hospital. When Carlisle saw her...he knew. She was the one. They dated, for a long long time...three or four years...and, complicated enough, Esme got pregnant with Nessa. She grew rapidly, and when it was time for birth, Esme's was weak and aching all over. Vanessa clawed her way out, and, Carlisle bit Esme. She wouldn't have survived any other way...Carlisle decided he would name her Vanessa. At the time, it was a very unpopular name. We all called her Nessa. She was adorable. Caramel-Bronze curls, and big brown eyes, just like Carlisle when we was human.
The transformation took three days, and in those three days, Nessa grew to the size of a toddler. When Esme awoke, Carlisle began telling her all about Nessa. How, she began growing fast, but was slowing down a lot. She could drink blood, or eat food. she could sleep a few hours a night...she could even talk and walk already. Nessa was special. She could see the past. The opposite of me!" Nessie blushed, and Alice patted her head. "Well...some...bad vampires found out about her and her powers...and they took her away...I never knew what happened after. Afterwards she was blocked from my visions..." Alice turned to look at Nessie, and she began speaking.
"I..after being in their little castle, I found a way to escape. On saint Marcus day, there are so many people coming in and out of the castle in all those red robes, that I slipped one on, walked out of the castle as a group were coming in, stole a car, and ran off. they noticed later, but could never seem to find me..." She smiled slyly, and went on. "I somehow ended up in Alabama. I worker there as long as I could without people getting curious about how I never aged, and moved to another state. I moved this time, to Wyoming. Now it was 1996. I worked in a diner, and saved up much of my money for an apartment and such. In 2001, I went to California...and, like the other places I stayed at, worked and saved up even more money. after a few years, I moved again. This time, to La Push, where I met Jacob." she looked at him, and smiled, putting her arms around his waist. "He, being a werewolf, noticed how I smelled a bit like vampire, but, he imprinted on me. I was his soul mate. I am his soul mate." Jacob hugged her close, and smiled.
"What is..imprinting?" I asked, confused. Everyone goes silent, and I can only hear the slight sounds of Carlisle, doing the last cut on my hand. Jacob, furrowing his eyebrows, turns to me, and looks me in the eyes.
"It's not my place to tell you what it is. I am not allowed to..." I nod, and, Carlisle speaks up.
"I am done sewing up your hand...we'll need a brace though for it..and Bella?" I look up at him.
"Yes?"
"Alice and Vanessa- Nessa" He corrects himself. "Are going to take you in the bathroom down the hall, and help you take off those bandages." He points to my face. I had totally forgotten about them. I nod, nervously, and Alice and Nessie lead me down to the bathroom. I think my legs are going to collapse from how nervous I am, and I take a deep breath as we reach the door to the ladies bathroom.
"Come on Bella..." Alice cooed as she opened the door. I follow her in, and Nessie followed. I stare into the mirror. Wavy brown hair, pale face, bandaged all up on the left side. I reach up, and pull one strip off. A vicious, red mark was left under it. I close my eyes, and the girls pulled the other ones off too.
"They're all off." Alice says sadly. I open my good eyes first, and I feel tears well up in my eyes. I open the other, and gasp in shock. One, my bad eye's vision is blurred around the edges, Two, my face, on the right side have four disfigured scars, ones that look like claws had swiped down my face...They run all the way down my neck, but stop at my collar bone. One is going through my eye, and the color of the iris has changed from muddy brown, to shockingly light blue. I trace the numb scars, and I feel suddenly confused. I should only have one, shouldn't I? I fell on the night table on the sharp corner, which should have only left one scar. But there were four. I bite my lip, and stare at them. They really do resemble claw marks, like I had gotten mauled by a bear, or a-
"Wolf." I mutter, watching both my blue and brown eye widen in surprise. If Sam was a werewolf, wouldn't...Joshua be one too? Which means...he had done this. Joshua would have had to. I mean, he was so angry. After I had passed out, he must have mauled my face with those claws. I cringe. I should have known.
"What Bella?" Alice asks, turning to me. I take a breath, and I look her in the eyes.
"I thought I only had one scar. I fell onto my night table's corner, and it made a mark. Before I passed out, that's exactly how it was. These right here are claw marks Alice. Joshua...my f-father, was a werewolf I think, because, Sam is on too, and he is my brother!" I rush out, and I notice that she's shaking. With anger or sadness, I don't know.
"You mean...your dad...did this to you?" I notice her eyes are flaming up with rage. Short of words, I nod. I feel Nessie hug me from behind, and Alice stomps out the door in anger. Jacob's head pops out into the door way. He sees me, and his eyes trail down to my collar bone pitifully, where the scars end. I turn to Nessie, and just cry. Even thought I can't see her, I know Nessie is glaring at Jacob. I hear his fleeting footsteps, and look up at her as she says my name.
"Bella...I have to tell you. You cannot tell anyone about knowing the werewolf secret. Or the vampire secret. No one was supposed to tell you for at least a few weeks. If they realize we told, they'll get mad. Pinkie swear?" She holds out her pinkie, and I laugh, despite my tears. I nod, and slip my pinkie into hers. They entwine, and we shake on it.
"Pinkie swear, as long as you don't tell anyone about..." I sniff. "Joshua. What he did. I don't know if I'm ready yet." Smiling, Nessie gives me a warm hug -well, as warm as a hug can get when it's form a cold skinned vampire. Nessie steps back from me, and grabs my hand.
"We should get that brace from Da-Carlisle." She smiles, and drags me to Carlisle's office with her little jumpy, graceful walk. I follow, looking like crap compared to her perfection, slumping down, hair in front of my scars, feeling like shit, and looking like it too...
After Finally snapping on my brace, and after Nessie and Alice exchanged numbers, we were off. The car ride is tense, and I can feel Nessie's waves of frustration from the back seat. I tap my fingers, and whistle awkwardly. Jacob glances behind me, and rolls his eyes. Unamused, I flop back in my seat, and stare out the window. After about three seconds of that, I pop my head in between the front and passenger seat, where Nessie and Jacob sat next to each other.
"Um...am I supposed to chose teams or what? If I am...Team Switzerland...I choose neither!" I announce, and then sit back in my seat. The tension just melts away, and they laugh. I sigh, and, calmly stare out the window now that my job is done. The skies are dark gray and the windows are dripping with rain. It describes how I feel. Lonely, hurt, and nervous.
Before I even have time to prepare for alll the stares I am about to get, we're at Sam's house. I stare at it sadly. One of the windows is broke, glass shards laying on the front lawn, and the front door is off it's hinges, now leaning against the doorway. A few of Emily's flower pots lay crashed on the ground, and I notice a few shreds of clothing, laying on the front lawn.
"Oh shit." Jacob says, jumping out of the truck. He phases before the trees hide him, and I watch in fascination as his body shifts and morphs into a whole new creature. Nessie and I stare after him for a long time before going up the path and into the house. We are both silent, until seeing Emily, Leah, Kim, and Claire sweeping and cleaning up the inside of the house. As we step in, their heads pop up from whatever they're doing, and they look at me in horror. I bite my lip, and look down at the floor, my hair covering my face. I hear footsteps coming toward me, and Emily grabs me into a hug.
"Are you alright? Oh my! Look at your hand!" After stepping away, she grabs it gently, and turns it over, examining. "You poor dear! Here! Sit. Sit." Emily leads me over to a chair by the table, which is strangely still standing though the rest of the kitchen is a wreck. I'm stunned. Why hadn't she said anything about the scars? About my newly single-changed eye color? I give her a strange look, and she smiles sympathetically. I then understand. she had scars too. Hers were thinner though, her eyes were still the same color, and, since her skin was dark, if you saw her from a distance, you wouldn't think anything of her. But, she knew how to treat a scarred person. Like they were anybody else.
"I-I'm fine. and it's okay...it's still numb. Doesn't hurt." I look down at my stitches in disgust and crinkle my nose. "Ew." Emily giggles, and hops up to the fridge. As I look at all my different light scars from getting stitches, I start to think I am some kind of rag doll. Emily turns to me.
"You haven't even had breakfast! Aren't you hungry?" At the word breakfast, I look down at myself. Steal in the jeans I had on yesterday, a white tank top, flip flops. I forgot to change this morning..."Well dear?" Emily asks patiently. I look back up at her, and shake my head.
"No...I'm not-" My stomach growls, and I blush as Emily narrows her eyes accusingly. Tapping her forehead, she walks toward me and looks me in the eyes.
"So I'm guessing there's some kind of monster in your stomach? Silly Bella...I'll make you something!" I nod, still blushing, and look towards Claire. she's looking at the floor, afraid to look at me. I feel my eyes tearing up, but then, I stop myself, and shake my head.
"Claire." I say. "You can look at me...I'm the same as I was before...just...a few scars difference." I smile at her, and she blushes, knowing she was just caught treating me as if I was the red death.
"Sorry Bella...I just wasn't prepared for it, you know?" Understanding, I smirk.
As I look at the other girls, I notice Leah, as she cleans some rubble off of the floor, sees a picture of Emily and Sam together, and her eyes glaze over as her shoulders shake slightly. I frown at her. What does that mean? I mean, Leah and Emily are cousins. Shouldn't Leah be happy about Emily being with Sam? Or...was Sam something special to Leah? Furrowing my brows, I stare at the tortured, sad eyes of Leah as she turns to me. My limbs tighten in alarm. Her face is no longer tough, but sad, and soft looking, instead of that hard, angry look that usually graced her pretty face.
This time, I have a clean, un-edited look at Leah. Her almond eyes are dark, filled with secret and mystery. Her russet face is thin and heart shaped, and she has a soft, slender neck. She is beautiful, but looks so...sad.
I notice her face switch almost exactly a second after she looks at me. Her tough exterior is back, but I am suddenly determined to break it again. I needed to help her. I mean, everyone here tried to help me. How hadn't they seen this? I flinch away from her glare, and turn to trace the pattern of Emily and Sam's oak table. I think of a plan almost right after I decided I need one.
"Hey Leah?" I ask, turning back to the girl. She looks at me with a scowl. Her eyes dance the slightest bit, and I swallow the urge to smile.
"What?" She questions. I blink. this is the first time I have heard her talk. Her voice sounds like a zombie. Like she has no emotion in her entire body. I shake the thought form my head, and look her in the eyes.
"Can you help me with something? I need your opinion on something..." Now, everyone is staring at me like I'm crazy or something. I look at them as if they're the crazy ones. I look back at a very confused looking Leah, and say, "Well?" Still bewildered, she nods slowly and I smile. "Okay! Come up to my room! Emily, we'll be back down in a second!" Smiling, Emily agree' to the idea, and lets Leah and I go up to my room.
I grab her hand, and sprint up the stairs. When I open the door, I stare at the room. It's walls are white, and the floor is a rich mahogany shade. My quilt is brown, and my pillows are red and tan. She is still fucking confused by my sudden actions, and I grin at her as I shut the door. Leah blurts out, "Why did you want to hang out with me?", before slapping both hands over her mouth as if she wanted to just shove the words back in. Just as I planned...I knew she would be too surprised to be quiet!
"I want you to help me...choose the theme for my room, and help me design it...could you?" I ask, staring into her dark eyes. I can practically see the thoughts winding around her brain, before she, quietly, agrees.
"Sure." She flashes me a sweet, happy grin, and again, I am amazed at how different she is compared to the touch, zombie voiced teen I met only yesterday. She was already healing, from whatever it was that broke her in the first place.
Now, on to step two...
LPOV (Leah Clearwater's point of view) (AN- sorry for the POV change, but I just had to show a bit of Leah!)
I thought that having Bella around was going to be terrible. One more person would know about the Leah, Sam and Emily love triangle. I didn't want that, but, God was on my side...that was a first. No one told her yet, which surprised me, because everyone was usually informed seven and a half minutes after they meet me; well, see me, actually.
She was a Uley though, and I still hadn't been able to trust her. I hadn't been able to trust anyone yet -well, except Seth, and my mother. I couldn't let myself fall into that trap again. Trusting, then, being hurt by the one who I trusted.
-but, again, she was different. Quil called my a bitch. I couldn't help but feel angry. Feel...betrayed, and hurt. I was going to hit him, scream at him, and Bella beat me to it. I waited, and watched as she just fucking roared in his face to apologize to me. I watched her fist spring forward, trying to crash into his face. Before anyone could do anything, he caught her hand, and twisted it, leaving behind a loud snapping sound of bone against bone...
So, I had to pay her back right? When she asks me if I want to help her decorate, I feel more of myself exploring the outside of my hard outer covering. I say yes, and, I smile, a real, happy smile.
BPOV (Bella uley's POV) (AN- Again, sorry for switching POV's like that...U.U)
Now, on to step two...
"Thanks Leah!" I dive into the girl with an unexpected giddy hug. She pats my back awkwardly, and I can feel her roll her eyes above me. "We can get started...tomorrow maybe?"
"That'll work. I'll come over at...eleven?"
"Yeah! That's good!" I retort, nodding. Leah looks at me strangely for a moment, and I know she's looking at my scars. I don't say anything, just walk to my dresser as if I'm looking for something. Her eyes are still watching me, and from my peripheral vision, I see her shake her head. I pull out my black jumper, and turn to her.
"What do you think?" I ask, posing behind the dress type piece of clothing. Leah shakes her head, and then digs through my drawers...Ten minutes later, I'm laying on my bed, and Leah, finally picks out an outfit for me to wear, giving me a mischievous grin. In her hands is a pair of black leather skinny jeans, and my homemade white T-shirt that says 'Sex Pistols', is cut and ripped everywhere, and has a few safety pins stuck in it. (AN- if you saw the movie the runaways, you know what I'm talking about! Kristen stewart wears it!) She throws the two articles of clothing at me, and I catch them ungracefully.
"Change! Trust me." She says, and turns around to give me some privacy. With a nervous stomach, (because I hadn't even worn my Sex Pistol shirt in public yet, or my leather pants) I hopped in and out of my clothes. The leather pants had to be laced up the front, and felt kind of weird, but, I would live.
"Kay. You can turn around." She does, and laughs. "You look fucking awesome! Here..." She fastens some kind of red fabric in my hair, then gives me a couple red jelly bracelets and my (now ironically funny) red vampire fang necklace. "Wear your red converse-" I slip them on as I spot them in the corner, and tie the laces up. She put my pair of red leather, fingerless gloves on, and suddenly, her head perks up. "The boys are back!"
Wolves must have really good hearing...
Leah leaves my room, and beckons me foreword before running downstairs. I take a glance at myself in the mirror, and am suddenly not sure if I want to let Collin -or anyone else- see me. I had forgotten about the scars, and my outfit made me look like a innocent school girl/Joan Jett hooker. though, the bow was the only innocent thing on me...
Aww fuck it!
Blushing bright red, I take four graceless lopes down the stairs, and plan to run to the kitchen where I hope some food is. I run down th hall, giddy. I turn the corner and-
"Fuck!" I fall back on my ass. I look up, and there's Collin. His eyes are worried, scared and sad. Confused, I stand and look at him weird, as if I don't have fucking wolf claw marks running down my face.
"Are you okay? I am really sorry, but I was just going to go check on you and-" He rambles on, and I put my finger to his lips. Suddenly, I am aware of what I am doing, and take my finger away.
"SUSH! I am fine! Look!" I twirl in a circle. "No blood no foul." I giggle.
"Afternoon Bella." He chuckles, and pats my head, where my big red bow sits on top.
Collin walks after me into the kitchen, and I greet everyone with a simple hey as I walk in. As usual, I am amazed how the whole pack can fit in here. Heh. I feel like one of them now. Saying pack made you feel as you just belonged here. I'm brought out of my day dream quickly-
"Bella...Joan Jett called...and she wants her shirt back." Quil snickers. Blushing lightly, I watch as Emily turns her back to me, and flip him off. Little -well, big- Fucker...think he can do that!
"Embry called...he wants his lame joke back..." I retort. Embry glares at me, and anyone who was listening, laughs.
"My jokes are NOT lame! Right Nessie? RIGHT?" Nessie shakes her head, and Embry just , I want to get the final word in, and stare at his pouting face for a long time before...
"PWNED!" I cry, then flop down in a chair where tons of untouched breakfast food sits, steaming hot. Emily pats my back. and smiles as she sets down a glass of orange juice next to me. I love Emily...she somehow always knows what I want for dinner.
"Thanks Emmy!"
"You are very welcome Bells." She gives me a wink, and walks off to stir something in a pan.
I sigh, and dig into the food in front of me as 10 different conversations swirl around my head at once. I watch how Collin is talking to Brady, and looking toward me. His brown eyes bore into mine, and I look down, blushing.
'He's not staring you...he's...staring at your scars.' I remind myself, and let my brown hair wash over my face. I am surprised no one has stared too much yet, but hen again, Emily probably warned them right when they came in, not too stare or say anything unless I did. I'm not sure if I want to tell them yet or not. They are my new family, but maybe if they knew too soon, they wouldn't want to deal with me and my past anymore. Maybe I needed practice telling someone...
Still struggling internally, I look up at everyone, one by one, looking for someone I can tell. But then I realize. I can't tell any of them, because I promised Nessie. I could talk to one of the Cullen's though! That wouldn't break the rules! Loop hole! Loop Hole! I stuff more food down my throat in a rush. I had to make sure to get there before dark-
"Anyone know the time?" I say, loud enough so everyone could hear me. Paul answers after swallowing a large gulp up my orange juice. Ass hole!
"Five thirty, why?" He shows me his watch.
"I just wanted to take a walk before dark..." -and find the Cullen's house. but he -nor anyone else- did not need to know that.
"Alright then!"
I eat the rest of my Breakfast-Dinner in silence. When I'm done, I pick up my dishes, and am about to wash them,when Emily says she'll do it. I agree, and tell her my plan of taking a walk.
"Be careful."
"Alright Emily! I'll be back soon!" and with that, I am out the door.
I breathe in the soft, chilly air and smile. It reminds me of the days me and Brady would just hang out outside and around town, when it was so cold during the day. Drifting out from the memory, I begin walk down the path, and, as I look over toward the trees, decided to take a bit of a shortcut...
I walk for a long time, and after taking a few turns, and twists, it's becoming dusk. Nervous, I keep walking, but I'm not reaching anything. Everything is just getting darker. Darker and darker and darker, until I swear it had been at least two hours, and I feel lost. I blindly walk through the woods, feeling for trees, tripping over stumps.
Eventually, my tired feet slip, and I let myself fall. I crunch in a ball after hitting the ground, and wait. Wait for a sound. A noise...anyone. But there's nothing, just silence making my ears ring. Istay there, for a long, long time, before I gently drit off into a whole other world, where everything makes sense, instead of living here, where vampires, and Werewolves exist, and are mortal enemies, while I'm stuck in the middle of it all, meek and scarred.
I am brought out of my trance, by a loud, snarling noise. My eyes flutter open, and I jump to my feet as fast as I can -which is actually not that fast. The crunching and snarling sounds continue, andI feel myself looking off into the night.
My eyes try to fully adjust in the darkness. As they do, I can make out few outlines of trees, rocks, bushes...I could name millions more. Farther off, I can just make out a female figure. She's thin, and I can see that she has wild, fire red hair blowing around her face. I squint to see more. She's pale, more pale than I am...vampire pale. I notice the immaculate structure of her face. perfect almond eyes, shapely, rose bud lips, and, under those snarling lips, a row of pearly razor teeth.
I scream.
She is still, and stares at me for a long time, before running off. I am fucking confused as ever, and I turn around. I run into a hot, furry body.
"AHH!" I yell, looking up. Intelligent, dark eyes meet mine, and I reconize the russet fur pattern as Jacob. I breath out a breath I ddin't know I was holding.
"Jacob!" I sigh, and put a hand to my erratically beating heart. "You fucking scared me! Why are you here though?" Eyes amused, he shakes shakes his large head, and I slap my forehead.
"Duh Bella..he's a wolf..wolves cannot talk..." I remind myself, petting Jacobs muzzle lightly. He whines, and lays down on his stomach. Confused, I pet his back, but he barks. "You want me to get on?" I ask, disbelieving. "Why can't I walk? Are wolves super fast too?" He nods. "God, I feel like a useless toy compared to you guys...the kind you get at Wal-Mart for a dollar because you think it's going to be awesome, and then ends up needing like...those stupid fucking watch batteries, and you never have a clue where to get them...I fucking hate when that happens..." Jacob lets out a wolfy laugh, and beckons me to get on his back. I climb onto him tentively, and grasp his dark fur in my fingers. "Kay...I'm ready."
We fly through the forest, the trees rush by in a blur. It's...amazing. It feel like I'm flying. The wind blows through my hair, and I feel mself giggling -though, I am deiantely, not usually a giggler.
My fun, sadly ends as we come into view of the house. There they all are. The entire pack, and,,,the Cullen's...and some other random people I don't know he name of. They are all there, staring at me, worriedly. Well almost all of them. I can't help but notice that Collin is missing...This is NO time to be thinking about Collin, Bella! Looking at all of them, I am suddenly very aware that I am, one, riding on a werewolf's back, and, two, dirty and muddy. That's so embarressing! I feel myself blushing, and then, I dive off of Jacob. Surprisingly, I land on my feet. "Woah...that's new." I mumble, then turn to face my search group.
"I-I'm.." I pause. What am I going to say? I'm sorry? That's not going to cut it Bella. They want an explaination. "I...I was just trying to find...Rosalie, and...Esme! The Cullens..." I blurt, before looking down, feeling terrible. "I just wanted to find them..but my shortcut -it wasn't-" I'm interupted by Sam.
"Bella...we'll talk about it tomorrow. Everything." He says, gesturing to Jacob. "First though, you need to go talk to Collin. He's been worried sick Bella." I just sink into a pit of despair at that. I am such a bad person!
"O-okay...where is h-he?" I ask shakily. I feel the tears coming, but ignore it. Stop Bella...you are tougher than this!
"He' in your room...he needed -well, I'll tell you about it tomorrow, like I said." He smiles, and I smile back, though my face hurts from using so much poer to prevent my tears. I walk to the house, everyone's gaze following what I do. I walk into the house, shut the door, and walk slowly up the stairs.
"Collin?" I whisper as I open the door. I open it fully, then shut it behind me. He's sitting there, on my bed, head in hands. I say his name again, this time louder, more urgent. "Collin. I'm ba-" My voice shuts out as he looks up at me, with hurt, brown eyes. His face has tears flowing down it, and I feel myself begin to cry too. "I-i-i-I Am s-s-s-so S-s-sorry!" I sutter, tears running down my face as my face turns the brightest shade of red possible. "I d-d-didn't know you cared so much...I d-d-din't know anyone cared so much! I...I used to d-d-do this all the t-t-time at my dad's house! He NEVER c-c-cared!" I know I should stop crying and blurting things out, but I just can't sotp. "He w-w-was never nice, and I'm j-j-just not used to it! I thought it would be no big deal if I w-w-was never found becauau-" I'm interupted by hot lips pressing against mine urgently, and I freeze in shock. They move against mine in a way...that makes me feel -loved.
Collin pulls away from me, and looks into my eyes. Then, it just...happened.
AN: HEHEH! I am EVVILL! :D How mad are you guys right now?
A QUESTION FOR THIS WEEK: I want to draw someone for this story to post on my art profile! Give me some suggestions on who, from this story, I should draw! (Besides Bella, Or Leah)
Thanks for everything guys,
NikkiCrazedKitten