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She's a missed legend

Chapter 2

Brelynn Swan

After I left the Diner, I made a quick stop at home, grabbed my surf board and brown mesh shell bag and high tailed it to the beach. Bella's question brought on memories that I didn't want to relive or think about.

So I was going surfing, something to keep the memories threatening to surface down, to keep my mind blank and focused on nothing but what I was doing.

The beach was empty today, maybe because it was October and the weather was getting cooler so the water would be colder than normal. It was fine by me, no one to bother me.

I stripped off my red hoodie, kicked off my flip flops and dropped my shorts down by my towel and board. I sighed, tightened my pony tail, grabbed my board and took off.

I'd been surfing for maybe an hour before a figure paddling its way toward me had me stopping. Looking more closely I made out dark hair, tan skin, tall, broad muscled body.

Groaning it didn't take much for me to figure who it was, out. It was Paul Lahote, La Pushes lady man.

He paddled up next to me and just sat there, not saying anything just watching the waters ahead of us. His eyes kept darting back and forth, watching something. Facing forward, away from the beach, out at the open water in front of us, a pod of dolphins were swimming and jumping.

I hadn't realized I had been smiling 'til Paul spoke. "What were you and what's face arguing about?"

I scrunched my nose up at his question making him laugh. "He was pissed."

He waited for me to elaborate but after a minute or so he seemed of gotten impatient. "About what?" There was a bite to his tone when he asked that made me roll my eyes. If he saw it he didn't say anything about it.

"He's pissed because I'm not putting out." The response I got was a growl, while it was not unexpected, it was still weird.

The past two months I've been here I've noticed odd things about the group my older half-sister likes to hang out with. The guys and Leah Clearwater too, if anything upsets them, annoys them, angers, ticks off, or doesn't go their way, they growl. It's odd.

Just like the fact that they almost always have no shirt or shoes on, only cut off jeans or in Leah's case a dress. They leave abruptly with no explanation, just take off to somewhere, coming back hours later. Still with no explanation, well at least to me. But I don't expect one.

I'm the outside and I know. I'm not welcome and they just tolerate me because I'm Charlie's youngest daughter. It sucks all the same.

"Talk to me Swan." None of the guys or Leah calls me by my first name, it's always Swan, never Brelynn. Why I don't know but since mom dumped me on Charlie and Sue's doorstep, that's all they've called me.

"You're asking too much Lahote." Its only common courtesy to treat them as they treat me, call them as they call me. But he was asking too much. I couldn't trust him. Actually I've been trusting him too much as is.

I let my guard down when I'm around him and that's not good. I relax with him and he could take advantage of it, I'd be vulnerable, an easy target, free for the picking. He was bigger and taller than me as it was, plus he had better reflexes and he was older, he could over power me, have me do whatever he wanted. And I didn't want that, could let that happen.

But that didn't change the fact that I still felt….safe…kind of….with him. It was unnerving but there was nothing I could do about.

"Come on, Swan. I'm not going to hurt you. You know that." He said leaning forward to lie down on his board, feet out of the water ankles cross, chin propped up on crossed arms, like me.

I sighed; this was not what I wanted to do. "You haven't hurt me, doesn't mean you're not going to."

He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, "I'm not going to. End of story". Then, "How long had she been hitting you?"

I froze. Fear, horror, and anger all battling to inside of me, trying to gain the upper on one another as I tried to figure out how he knew I was hit more than once, how it was a she.

"Ho-how do you know it's a she?" I was panicking by now. I didn't want to have this conversation with Paul or anybody for that matter. That part of my life was down and over with and if everything played out well and luck was on my side, then they wouldn't never come back for me.

But Paul wasn't having any of that. "Lucky guess. How long?"

"Ten years." It was out before I could process I said anything. Immediately after it was out, I shot upright both hands coming up to cover my mouth. I could not believe I had told him that.

No one knew anything about my life before I came to live here in La Push. No one why I had come to life her or why and I didn't want anyone to know. It was too risky. Too important that they not know.

Because if they know then they all will look at me differently, like I'm even more break able than they do now. The looks of disgust and pity will start up again just like in Biloxi. And I can't take that again. I can't take people treating me differently than they already do now.

Suddenly I was picked up off my board and placed back down on his. Warm arms wrapped around me trapping me against an even warmer body. "Calm down, Swan. I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to hurt you or push you to tell me, okay? You're okay." His big warm hands rubbed the part of my back that was bare from my one-piece practice suit that I had worn to swim practice this morning.

He started murmuring to me, trying to calm me down. My heart was racing, I was hardly breathing and I was shaking but slowly I settled down. He just kept on whispering reassurances to me, telling me I was okay and nothing was going to happen to me. He kept rubbing my back even though I knew he could feel all the raised scars there, he kept on doing it. Not giving any reaction to any of it for now.

It took some time but I finally got control of myself and when I did he nudged me towards my board and we paddled back towards the beach.

"Come on everybody is probably wonder where we are and if you've killed me yet or not." I snort at that but it turned into laughter when his stomach growled. Rather loudly. "And its lunch time and I'm starving."

"You're always starving." He gave me a grin, something he doesn't give to many people, and took off toward his truck with both of our boards, leaving me to grab everything else and catch up to him.

I shook my head at him and dried off before slipping my shorts, hoodie, and flip flops back on, taking great care to make sure I had no sand on me what-so-ever before getting into my care.

"Hey, go ahead and head towards the house. Emily had Quil pick up your shift…" Paul trial off as he read something on his phone then looked up to me. "I gotta go pick up Claire. Quil took her with him to the Diner but she's sick and fussy. Do you mind watching her with me?" I nodded to him.

If Claire was sick then she Paul would not be able to handle her at all, I told him I would and backed out of the parking lot and headed home to wait for him.

Bella Swan

"Are you absolutely sure she is pregnant, Bella?" Charlie made a noise of distress in the back of his throat as his head dropped into his hands.

Stepping out of Jakes embrace, I walked over to my father and wrapped my arms around him. Giving what little comfort I could to him.

"We'll get through this Dad. But we need to know what happened to her before she came here." He took a shuddering breath and nodded. I could see in his eyes as he looked up, his resolve to find out what happened to his little girl.

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