Jacob's POV

Sleeping would have been nice. But of course I didn't, because my conscious hated me. It screamed at me to go back, but I didn't. Nessie would be upset if I did- like she wasn't already now. I still hadn't found out what was wrong, and that didn't make things the slightest bit better.

I "woke up" the next morning and stumbled down the stairs. I mean that quite literally. Billy looked over at me, possibly with concern (but even if there was concern, I saw humour). He wheeled over to me as I nearly fell asleep on the floor.

"Jacob?" he asked. I unwillingly opened my eyes.

"Didn't get any sleep last night." I said, or attempted to say. It sounded a little more like "Mhmmmhmmhhhmm."

He laughed at me. What else could I expect?

"You know, its four o'clock." Billy said. I looked at him and sat up, wiping the potential drool from my face. "Slept in?"

"Didn't sleep." I repeated, more clearly this time. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Again, more humour. If he kept doing that, I might as well have made him popcorn so he could watch his son's epic failure in comfort.

I was up and out of the house within an hour or two. I couldn't wait any longer- I just had to know. If Nessie didn't tell me today, she never would. This would be my last shot. I shut the door behind me.

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The trees were a blur as I passed through them, taking the shortcut to the Cullen's place. It's not like I could have taken any other road, any way. I think people may would have been mildly concerned if they saw a giant wolf running on the sidewalk. That's just my opinion, though.

I soon had the relief of not being threatened by hitting trees as I entered one of the few small clearings somewhat close to the Cullen's place. Maybe about a few kilometres away. I looked around and (just in case) dodged behind one of the many, many trees, phased back, and put on my shorts. I would walk from there. I needed prep time, anyhow. For instance- how was I going to phrase this in a way that she just couldn't lie? I proceeded to walk, slowly at that, toward the house.

But then in a second, Edward was there.

"Stop." He said, a hostile expression on his face. It looked far away, though, as if his hostility wasn't toward me. I looked around, half expecting him to be talking to someone else. Thank god I changed behind a tree… but no one was there.

"Oh, hey Edward." I said, being cautious with my words and thoughts. "I was just going to-"

"I know." He said flatly.

I carefully peeked around him to see what he could possibly be hiding, but no luck. There was nothing or no one there. I'd never really felt the need to use the term "perplexed" before, until I'd seen Edward's stare now. I slowly stepped around him, about to continue my "stroll" until his arm shot out in front of me. I stopped abruptly, not looking forward to crashing into cement.

"Don't." He warned. I looked at him quizzically, mentally asking him what the hell was going on.

"Leave." He commanded, and although it didn't sound like he meant it fully, I took a deep breath in frustration. "Now!" he snarled when I didn't move.

"I'm not going to leave." I said firmly. "What the hell is going on?"

"Its not in your best interest, Jacob. Now don't make me repeat myself. Leave."

"I can't, Edward!" I exploded, "I thought you of all people would understand that. This whole situation is haunting me. I need to know. Please."

He sighed.

"Just watch out for who your friends are." he said and turned on his heel, about to walk away from the topic. I grabbed his shoulder aggressively, which didn't phase him in the slightest, but only made him stop. I began to tremble.

"Calm down."

"I can't calm down." I said one final time, "Everyone seems to know the inside scoop except for me. So don't ask me to calm down. This is my Imprint we're talking about."

"Its not your business, Jacob." he said, but I saw a different look in his eyes. One that said this was probably more my business than I wanted it to be.

"No offence, but if it isn't my business, how is it yours?" I asked. He looked around in an attempt to hide his lying eyes. He looked down.

"It isn't." he admitted, "Or at least it wasn't supposed to be."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked bitterly.

"It means I wasn't supposed to know." he said, "And neither were you."

"But I don't-"

"But…" he said, and for a second, I thought he was mocking me. He sighed and continued. "But you did Imprint on my daughter, and although I wish you didn't have to, you deserve to know, at the very least."

"The very least?" I asked sceptically although I wanted to cheer that I'd finally gotten something out of him.

"The very least, without using fists. Trust me; the last thing you'll be doing is cheering. The last thing, after I rip him to shreds."

"H-him?" I asked, my voice suddenly squeaky. If any "Him" dared to hurt her, I'd kill them.

"Yes, Him. Are you sure you want to put a name to the face your imagining pummelling?"

I nodded. Stupid.

He took a deep breath, as did I.

"Embry. He…"

I don't know if his voice drowned out of my mind or if he stopped because he couldn't continue. Either way, I stopped listening. Then I started piecing everything together. Now I had a name.

Embry always asked to talk to Nessie. It would always take and hour. To think, I didn't search them out because I trusted them. Even Quil looked for them. The bruises on her arms- almost as if someone- someone strong- was squeezing them tightly. And that dream she had- what if it wasn't a dream, but a flashback? That voice; I knew it sounded familiar. That gruff sounding, grunting asshole- it had to be Embry!

But the final piece of the puzzle was the most obvious. And it wasn't that she would barely talk, or that she'd gotten suddenly sick and passed out. I remembered that she would either flinch or stiffen whenever I got too close. Or any other male, for that matter. She'd be okay around any girls. And she always sat straight up. Straight up and looking over her shoulder with such a tired expression that held paranoia at the same time. Either that or she was curled up into an awkward little ball, hiding her face from the world.

Then a thought struck me. I begged so much that I was wrong and jumping to conclusions. Over-analyzing, as Quil had said. But could I be? Could I really assume something so disgustingly horrid. Could I really even imagine that who I thought was my best friend, would ever do that to my Imprint?

"He… violated Renesmee." He finished. I blanked. A major brain-fart. I couldn't think properly suddenly, nor could I breathe correctly.

"Violated?" I asked blankly.

"You know what I mean, Jacob." He said, and did, which is why I wished he wouldn't continue. "That filthy mongrel raped my daughter."

I snapped.

"Don't joke around like that, Edward!" I shouted, nearly phasing right then and there.

"Do you think I would joke about this, Dog!?" That jolted the truth in me. I stood frozen for what seemed like hours- or even days.

"I'm going to kill that bastard!" I snarled viciously, feeling the red hot fury rush to every part of my body in synch with the trembles. That was the first time I'd ever really meant that sentence- and no one would stop me. Nor would anybody want to.

I turned on my heel and started in a run. I didn't even breathe- my concentration was elsewhere. Edward's voice was faint as he ran behind me, calling for me to stop. I only slowed.

"Stop!"

"How can you say that!?" I snarled. "He raped your daughter, and you're just standing by! If you're not going to do anything, I will!"

"Listen, Jacob. I'm not the least bit hesitant to kick his ass into tomorrow, but he threatened Renesmee."

I then stopped.

"What!?"

"He told her that 'if she told anyone -especially you- what happened, he would beat her senseless."

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Le Viola! I hope you liked it. Its crap for now, I promise I'll do better on the next chapter =[ So remember, review. What do you hope to happen next? Did you like this chapter? Xoxo, Xrizz.