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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! I thought a quick update would please all of you, it surely does please me! Anyways, people have been asking me about LEMONS! I'm not sure yet, but I think there will be a lemon, although it'll be mild, I think! Ah well, things that I still need to think about! Anyway, school started again today and I'm exhausted, I didn't sleep well last night and with my hardcore classes, well it doesn't make things real easy! So pleaaaaaaaaaase make me happy with reviews :P So here is the next chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it, it's extra long! Here you go :D

I Simply Cannot Hold

"Julie! What is this?" I immediately closed my eyes. I knew what my dad was talking about. The slight dent in the wall caused by Paul's fist. I sighed and mentally prepared myself for the attack as I descended the stairs into the living room. My dad was standing in front of the wall and as he turned around to face me I could see the damage. It wasn't that bad but bad enough.

"Dad." I began. I wasn't so sure what to say, I could say I was sorry and get grounded for the rest of my life or I could lie and pretend I didn't know about it. Somehow the latter tempted me more. I wonder why?

I just hope that he'll buy it.

"Well?" I cringed and shrugged.

"I don't know dad, how did that happen?" I tried being innocent. Didn't work though. He saw right through my façade and I could hit myself for even thinking for a second that he would buy it.

"Don't act stupid with me, young lady." And here he goes again. "This wasn't here yesterday and since your mother wasn't here I can only assume it was you."

"Dad, you're assuming I did it. But I didn't." That wasn't a lie. I crossed my arms and looked at my dad. His slight grey hair was tousled and his sharp brown eyes were looking at me with anger.

"Julie! How many times did I tell you not to lie to me? When will you get it?" He shouted and I stepped back.

"I'm not lying dad." I persisted. "I didn't do it, so if you don't mind, I have work to do." And with that I turned around heading for the stairs when I felt my dad's hand grasp my wrist. I gasped at the contact and felt my shoulders go stiff when he pulled me around. I think he may have underestimated the power he used because I felt my ankle go the wrong way and I lost my balance. My cheek collided with the coffee table and it immediately began to throb.

"FINN!" I heard my mother shout as she rushed over to me. Her hands pulled me upright and she pulled away my hand that was shielding my cheek. It was throbbing painfully and I just knew it was going to bruise.

How was I going to explain that?

"I-I d-didn't-" My dad stuttered and I looked up at him from the ground. He looked genuinely confused and something flashed in his eyes, which was something like regret. I felt tears burn in my eyes and I quickly got up.

"Finn, what were you thinking?" My mother cried out as she helped me stand up again. I held up my hand.

"Mum, it's alright. I'll be upstairs." My voice cracked and I turned around and ran up the stairs to my room. Once the door closed behind me I felt the dam break as tears were running down my cheeks. I walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror.

My hair was messed up and my eyes were already turning red. As I investigated my cheek I couldn't discover anything except the redness but I knew that it was going to bruise. If not now it would tomorrow. I felt sobs built up in my chest and I buried my face in my hands for a minute.

Something like this never happened before. It wasn't supposed to happen, yet it did and I felt a sudden rush of anger towards my dad. I sniffed and walked out of the bathroom to my closet in my room. I pulled it open and some clothes and put it in the duffel bag which was under my bed. Then I grabbed my toothbrush and stuff like that and threw it in the bag as well. I grabbed my purse and ran down the stairs.

"Julie, where are you going?" My mother shouted as she saw me ran through the living room. I couldn't see my dad.

"I'm staying at Kim's tonight." I told her as I shut the front door behind me and I ran towards my car. At least she didn't stop me. I got in my car and dumped my stuff on the seat next to me. As I tried to get the engine started I saw that I had run out of gas and I cursed under my breath.

This had to happen now!

I pulled out my phone and dialled Kim's number. Right now, I was craving Kim's company because she would do the exact thing that I needed right now. Comfort. As I heard it go on voicemail tears appeared in my eyes again and I couldn't stop the flow.

I wasn't going to call Summer because she was with Seth and I didn't want to bother her. I pulled out my phone again and dialled a random number. As I waited for the receiver to pick up I tried to stop the tears.

"Yeah?"

"Paul?"

"Jules? What's wrong?" Did he pick up my mood already? I pressed my lips on each other.

"Are you busy?" I asked, my voice cracked at the end and I cleared my throat.

"No, I'm free. What's wrong Julie?" I got out of the car and grabbed the duffel bag and pulled it over my shoulder before I grabbed my purse with the same hand.

"N-nothing. I-I just wanted to know if you wanted to d-do something." I lied. I felt tears burn in my eyes.

"Julie, you're a terrible liar, now tell me what's wrong." I sighed and suddenly heard the background. I recognized Jacob's voice and I realized he was with his friends. He didn't want me right now. I sniffed.

"You're crying?" Paul suddenly asked. His voice was concerned.

"N-no. It's alright, I'm sorry. You're busy."

"Jules shut up for a second and tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you won't tell me what happened." Paul insisted and I knew he was right. Before I knew it tears were running down my cheeks again and my voice was cracking.

"I had a fight with my dad." I confessed in a small voice. I heard Paul sigh on the other side.

"Jules… Where are you now?" I looked around and I couldn't place my surroundings and I realized that I didn't notice that I was already walking.

"Somewhere outside my house." I murmured. Sobs built up in my chest. I couldn't help but let a few escape.

"Jules?"

"I think he hurt me."

"What?" His voice was serious. "Julie? What did he do?"

"He didn't mean to." I immediately defended. "I fell."

"I'm coming." I heard him grit his teeth in anger. "Don't move Jules, I'm coming."

"Oh-kay." I heard him hang up and I held the phone in my hands. I wasn't so sure if I did the right thing, calling Paul. But right now I did know that I didn't want to be alone and since I couldn't go back home.

Paul was there in less than ten minutes. He must've driven quite fast to reach me and how did he know where I was in the first place? I wasn't that specific when I told him where I was. But all of that didn't matter right now. I sighed as he pulled over and got out of the car. He looked at me and I felt my eyes burn again. He pulled me into his embrace.

I hadn't realized I was shivering but when I felt Paul's warmth I noticed how cold I was. I wasn't the only one that felt it. Paul's warm hands were running up and down my arms and I buried my face in his chest. I felt his warm lips on my head; I pulled myself closer to him.

"Shhh." He soothed and I noticed that I was crying. I pulled away from him brushing away tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot." I added feeling like a moron. I felt him trace my cheek.

"Your cheek?" He asked for confirmation and I nodded. I looked at his face. His strong jaw was clenched in anger and I could see that he was forcing himself to stay calm. I appreciated the effort.

"I'm going over there." He suddenly exclaimed and my eyes widened in shock. No, he couldn't go over there!

"NO!" I almost screamed and I grabbed his arm as I tried to hold him still.

"You can't go!" I shouted. "N-no! It's okay, he d-didn't mean to."

"Julie!" Paul exclaimed and there was a hint of anger in his voice. "Let me at least give him a piece of my mind, and more!" I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine."

"No you're not." He didn't look convinced and his eyes suddenly fell on my wrist that was now exposed to the cold. He pulled away my sleeve a bit more as he held it close to his face. I gasped, suddenly seeing what he was seeing. It was already blue. How come I didn't feel that? You could see the shape of my dad's fingers and I heard Paul's hiss of anger. My bottom lip trembled.

"I didn't know." I confessed looking at him. He grabbed the back of my head with his hand and pulled me closer to him. I put my hands on his chest.

"Hey, don't cry. It's alright, come on, why don't you come home with me. You can stay the night. Did you bring something?" I nodded and he grabbed my duffel bag from my shoulder as he pulled me to the other side of the car. He held open the door as I got in.

"Let's go." He said and I heard something in his voice that made me smile.

"You sure your parents won't mind?" I suddenly asked. He shook his head.

"Nah! They wanted to meet you for quite a long time actually." Aha! So no pressure at all. I whimpered.

"Oh don't worry Jules, they're gonna love you." I sighed not convinced and rested my head against the window.

"What were you arguing about?" Paul asked as he started the engine. I shrugged.

"The usual. Things I haven't done." I confessed. Paul sighed. I felt his hands on my hair as he ruffled it affectionately. I pulled away.

"My hair already looks terrible without you making it worse Paul!" I whined and I heard his low chuckle, but it sounded forced. As silence engulfed us I knew that there were things running through Paul's head. He was far too concentrated on driving.

"Paul." I sighed. "I can hear you think, you know."

"Then you do know that I'm not so thrilled right now." I knew he was holding in his anger. Which I found really thoughtful since he knew that I hated it when he lost his temper.

"I know you're upset, but honestly, you have to believe me." I began. "I think he really didn't mean to. You should've seen his face, he was so confused."

"Julie, could you do me a favour and stop defending your dad, please?" I felt tears burn in my eyes again as I heard the harshness of Paul's voice. I closed my eyes and felt a tear escape the corner of my eye. I ignored it.

"If you will let it rest." I responded quietly. I heard him grit his teeth and suddenly he pulled over. I looked around, we weren't there yet. I looked at Paul and his dark eyes looked conflicted. He wiped his hand across his face and suddenly he looked exhausted.

"Jules, you're my imprint." He started. "It's my job to protect you but I can't always be there, you know that do you?" I sighed but nodded anyway, he was always so damn persistent about this. "So if something happens and I'm not there…" He trailed off and exhaled deeply.

"You don't have to protect me, I can manage you know." I told him, feeling slightly indignant. Thinking I wasn't strong enough. "I'm stronger than you give me credit for."

"I know that, it's just. There are things you can't handle." He stated, there was more to that sentence than he let me know and I felt my chest tighten. When I mentioned him to be honest with me I didn't realize that the truth was brutal. I entwined my fingers in my lap and looked at Paul. I decided not to react.

"It was an accident." I insisted. "This isn't going to happen again." Paul groaned and rested his head against his seat.

"It better not happen again." After that he became incomprehensible and he bended forward kissing me gently. I let him kiss me before I pulled back and rested my head against his.

"You're such an exaggerator. I'm fine." I persisted and I heard Paul groan in protest and he put his hand on my cheek, rubbing the skin underneath my eyes. I closed my eyes in response. Paul's touch always seemed so gentle despite his rough nature. I sighed as he pulled away and got the engine running again. This time we didn't speak and I didn't make an effort to start a conversation.

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"We're here." Paul said as he stopped the car. I glanced at him wanting to say no shit Sherlock but, I refrained myself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. They were not going to bite me or something. I opened my door and got out of the car as Paul grabbed my duffel bag. He beckoned me to him and I fell in his one armed embrace.

"Your heart's racing." He muttered and I looked at Paul. I didn't know he could hear my heartbeat. I rolled my eyes; it must be some wolf thing.

"Great." I murmured. "Just great." I heard him laugh.

"Relax Jules; you look like you're going to a funeral. It's not a big deal; I met your parents didn't I?" He had a point there. He didn't complain… much. I nodded my head and let him pull me to his front porch. He pulled out his keys and opened the door.

The first thing that always struck me about his house was the feeling of home. His house was beautiful from the outside. Big, comfortable, homey and not to mention beautiful. The inside was even better though. The pastel colours used in the living room made the room look even bigger than it was and give it a welcome feeling.

"Paul, is that you? Sam just called; he wants you to patrol at seven. I've already started dinner so you can eat before you-" I looked at the small woman. Her long black hair was pulled in a bun with a few strands framing her heart shaped face. Her big hazel eyes were looking at me as she wiped her hands on a towel. I bit my lip and looked at my shoes.

"Mom, this is uh Julie Lynam." Paul said carefully and I realized that he was nervous as well. He was such a little liar.

"So this is Julie?" Her mother came up to me and put her arms around my shoulder as she pulled me away from Paul. "It's so nice to finally meet you dear. I was starting to worry that Paul had made you up."

"Mom!" Paul exclaimed and I had to laugh.

"No, I don't think he has enough imagination for that." I told his mother. She laughed and I felt some of my nerves ease.

"That is true dear." Suddenly she gasped. "I haven't even properly introduced myself." I smiled. She was so sweet.

"I'm Hestia Matson, Paul's mother, but I think you've already figured that part out." I laughed. "I hope you're staying with us for dinner." I looked at Paul and I saw his eyes snap to his mother.

"She's staying the night actually." He told her and I felt a slight awkward moment come up. What if she didn't want me to stay?

"Oh, I see. Well I'm going to fix the guest room then. Why don't you show her around, dear?" She said to Paul and she gave me a smile as she turned around and disappeared up the stairs. I turned to Paul.

"I don't necessarily have to stay you know, I can go home if your mother prefers." He shook his head as he walked to me and he put his hands on my shoulders. His warmth seeping through my clothes immediately.

"You're not going home tonight, trust me." He assured me and I shrugged. "Besides, my mother loves you."

"I'm sure she does." I said sarcastically, I wasn't here long enough for her to like me yet.

"Suit yourself Jules." Paul pinched my side and I jumped up glaring at him. "Come on baby, I'll show you around." I wondered what the baby stuff was all about. I didn't mind though. It actually felt nice when he said it, less trashy then expected. I let Paul pull me through the living room up the stairs.

He showed me the first floor where his sister's room was located and his room and the spare room that served as a guest room. I was going to sleep there. According to him the second floor wasn't that special. His parent's room was there. Last time I was here we went directly to his room after he showed me around downstairs. You can kinda guess what we were doing. I sighed, suddenly craving to touch Paul.

"You know." I whispered as we stood in front Paul's room. "I really wanna kiss you right now." Paul's eyes snapped to mine as he looked down at me. He raised his eyebrows and he looked really pleased with himself. I rolled my eyes as he lowered his face to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my lips and I swept my tongue over my lips self consciously. His warm brown eyes looked at my lips as his hands went to the small of my back. He suddenly pulled me to him and I let out a small yelp. I couldn't help but smile.

"I really wanna kiss you too." He whispered and I sighed when his warm hands were under my shirt tracing my sides carefully. I pushed my self on my toes and moved my lips to his. He pulled away and I could've killed him. He was teasing me. I put my hands on his shoulders and glared at him.

"Tease." I murmured as his lips suddenly kissed the spot under my ear. I swear, I think my toes curled. I sighed blissfully as his lips trailed down to my neck.

"Julie honey, you're not a vegetarian right?" I heard Hestia say as she appeared from the guest room. I quickly pushed Paul away from me and flattened my shirt as I looked at Hestia. I shook my head.

"Nope," She looked at the both of us with suspicion in her eyes and nodded.

"Good, anyway, Paul, Sara's been asking about you. You don't mind spending some time with your sister when she comes home." Paul shook his head.

"Course not." He murmured and Hestia nodded before she descended the stairs behind us. I let out a breath when she had appeared from sight and looked at Paul jabbing my finger in his chest.

"That was close." I said as he cringed in pain. "Oh shush." I snapped my fingers at him. "That doesn't hurt you at all." Paul rolled his eyes and pulled me to the door on the other side of the hall.

"Come on, I haven't showed you the bathroom." I frowned, what was so special about the bathroom?

"This is the bathroom." He said as he switched on the light. I looked around. Nice. It wasn't that special, just an average bathroom. I looked at Paul and saw that the door behind him was closed. Ah, I think I caught whatever he was planning.

"You know, we could've gone to your room." I told him as I crossed my arms. Paul thought about it.

"Yeah, suppose so. But that would've been a bit too obvious." He said cheekily and he pulled me to him again. I put my hands on his shoulder again and moved to his hair, running my fingers through it. I loved the feeling of his hair. It was so soft.

I don't really know who started kissing who first all I knew was that suddenly we were kissing. And I liked it. His hands went to the back of my thighs and I suddenly squeaked. He pulled away.

"What?" Nothing, absolutely nothing. I knew my head was red and I felt slightly embarrassed. Suddenly realisation dawned upon Paul and he sensed the issue. The issue I didn't even know about.

"Sorry." He told me and I pressed my face in his shirt shaking my head.

"Don't worry." I told him. I was new to all of this and I knew it was all about going with the flow but sometimes it just catches me off guard. His lips reattached themselves to mine and as his tongue pried open my mouth I felt my stomach tighten in such a comfortable painful way. It was hard to explain, the feeling wasn't that comfortable but it was somehow pleasant. I pushed myself on my toes again but our height difference made the whole kiss slightly unpractical. Sensing the problem Paul grabbed the back of my thighs again and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist automatically. I didn't even think.

"You" kiss. "okay." Kiss. "now?" Another kiss and I made an agreeing sort of noise. He caught it and I felt my butt collide with the counter and he settled me there. His hands moved upwards and I felt him trace my sides. I pulled at the short locks of hair and I heard him growl. I smiled. It was sort of funny hearing him. My legs were still around his waist and I tightened my hold as his hands were dangerously close to my chest.

I had to think about this, but somehow thinking was a difficult task when someone was kissing you like this and I let myself being caught up in the intensity of our make out session. I realized that we were being awfully fast paced when it came to being intimate and somehow it wasn't that big of a deal but I did know that there were things I wanted to wait with. But right now I was more focused on kissing Paul thoroughly.

I pulled away my lips and raked my lips across his jaw moving to his ear. My hands were moving down to the hem of his shirt and I made the fast decision getting rid of that shirt. I dropped it on the floor and my hands roamed over his chest. His chest was hard and well defined and it felt good so good to feel his hot skin under my hands. I heard his shaky breath on my shoulder and I dug my nails on his back when overwhelmed by an emotion called lust. I felt doubt rise.

"Don't you think…we're going…too fast?" I breathed out and I found out how shaky my own breath was. I tilted my head back when suddenly Paul's lips found my throat. My toes curled yet again and I raised my arms involuntarily and he discarded my shirt next. His lips pulled away from my skin and I opened my eyes to find him looking at me.

"You set the lines." He told me firmly and I felt envy that he had such control over his voice. I nodded and swallowed before I put my hand on his cheek pulling him in for another kiss.

His hands went down my sides as he dipped his finger in my jeans breaching my underwear. I slightly scratched his chest as my fingers ran down his chest to his waist. I gripped his hips and pulled it closer to mine. Pleasure ran through my core and I couldn't help but let out a moan. It felt so good. My head was spinning as his tongue roamed my mouth in a series of rhythms.

I saw the familiar spots again and I realized that I was burning hot. I wanted to hit myself when I realized what it meant. I pulled my lips away from him lazily and I felt my actions were sluggish. I heard a small buzz and it was hard to distinguish any other sound as everything blurred together.

"Paul." I gasped. His lips were on my shoulders as he pulled away the strap of my bra. "It's…" Never knew that talking was so difficult when you felt like you were suffocating. "too…hot." I wondered if he heard me. But when he pulled away and his hands were on either side of me I knew that he knew. His hands supporting my weight.

"You're not going to faint on me, right?" He asked, sounding more than just amused. I groaned and rested my head against his shoulder.

"I'm trying not to." I told him, holding back the urge to punch him for being amused. "It's not my fault you're too hot.' I could practically feel his smirk. He nuzzled my bare shoulder and pecked it lovingly. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, hoping my temperature would drop.

"Maybe we should continue this in a cold shower?" Paul suggested cheekily. I snorted.

"In your dreams." I replied. He grinned mischievously as he looked at me raising his eyes suggestively. I slapped his arm. "You're incorrigible."

"You like it." He snorted and I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he was just so confusing.

"You know your parents are going to kill us if they'll find us like this." I told him as his hands went to my hips gripping them tightly. He shrugged.

"Then we make sure we don't get caught." He remarked as he pulled up my bra strap and put it back where it was before. Suddenly I heard a giggle and my eyes widened as I turned to the door. Paul did the same thing and I heard him swear under his breath. I put my hand on his mouth not wanting him to rub off on his little baby sister who was standing in the doorway looking at us with wide eyes and a big smile.

"We just corrupted your sister." I gasped.

Paul let out another string of profanities as I dropped my hand.

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