Finding Someone
Chapter Seven
Rogue12158
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Series.
Avery's P.O.V.
My heart practically stopped when I heard Wes come into the diner. Jacob had the uncanny ability to make any thought of Wes to magically leave my mind.
And, just as much as Westley's kisses disgusted me before, they were twice as worse now that I had met Jacob. And when I looked at him just then, he looked like he was shaking in anger. Was it because of Wes? Why is he angry?
No! Stop it Avery! Stop worrying about a boy you just met yesterday. No matter how cute, funny, kind... Ugh!! No! Think of what Westley will do to you if he finds out that you're thinking thoughts like these about some other guy. He'll kill you Avery!
I know.
So you'll stay away from him then?
No.
But you have to!
I don't wanna, I whined to myself.
Do it!
No!
Yes.
No-- oh God. I'm arguing with myself, I've truly gone insane.
'Bout time you realized that.
"Shut up," I muttered, this time accidentally out loud. Wes glared at me while Jacob was trying to suppress a laugh.
"Avery," Wes said still glaring at me. "May I see you in the back room please?" Oh, shit. He only acts this polite when he is really pissed off.
"Um, sure," it came out kind of like a question, mainly because I really didn't want to go with him, worried for my own safety.
"Excuse us, Jacob. It was a pleasure to meet you." I was reluctant to follow him, knowing what was coming, and when he sensed my hesitation, Wes took my wrist and forced me along. I took a look at Jacob and worry was clear in his eyes. Probably from the look on my face.
As soon as Wes and I got through the door, he grabbed my upper arms and shoved me into a wall. Hard.
Still squeezing my arms, he held me to the wall and hissed in my ear, "What are you doing hanging around some other guy?"
"He just came here , and Cindy and I took pity on him by giving him a dish washing job. It's nothing, I swear," I lied through my teeth at the last part. I whispered what I said, eyes wide and scared stiff.
He got an evil glint in his eyes and punched me in the stomach. I gasped and tried to crouch down but he still held my arms tight to the wall.
Before he left, he put his lips to my ear and murmured, "For your sake, that had better be true."
I doubled over in pain and sunk to the floor and started sobbing, clutching my stomach, my breathing labored.
From outside of the room I heard Westley say to Jacob, "Sorry I can't stay, but I have to go, but it was nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Jacob replied coldly. Then I heard the door jingle, signaling Westley's departure.
Not even half a minute later, I felt the same strong warm arms from last night bring me closer to his body.
"Avery, are you all right?" The voice of Jacob Black sounded in my ear. It was strangely comforting.
My capability for speech had left me so I weakly shook my head 'no'. The little voice in my head practically sang like a kindergardener, I told you so.
"Okay, hold on while I go tell Cindy that I'm taking you home." With that he took his arms away from my frame and went to tell Cindy that he's taking me home.
When Jacob came back, he easily scooped me up into his arms and carried me out of the diner through the back entrance. Due to the fact that I was still crying pretty hard into his shirt.
Instead of going to my house by following the sidewalk, which is the faster way by far, he went through the trees crossing behind houses. It wasn't long until we made to my backyard and went through the patio entrance that led to my kitchen.
Jacob carried me to my living room and settled me on his lap while he sat on the couch. He just stroked my hair, rocking us back and forth while my tears died down. That made realize that the majority of the time he has spent with me I've been crying. Great way to make an impression on the boy, Avery. That voice in my head was starting to get annoying.
"Avery, will you tell me what's wrong?" Jacob quietly asked me when I stopped crying.
Even though I just met the boy yesterday, I felt like I knew him all my life and I strangely had the desire to let him know my darkest secret.
"Alright," I started, taking a deep breath and wiping my eyes and cheeks of any leftover tears. "It all started at the ball the town holds in the middle of every summer..."
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Well that's the end of another chapter.
I thought to do Avery's point of view for this for two reasons:
One- to describe the no-choice aspect of the imprinting process.
Two- to show how much of an ass Westley is.
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In my other story, The First Day, I gave my readers a choice, If I continue the story, and I've decided to, so keep an eye out for it.
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