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I re-updated chapter 5 "cherry on top". I decided to change the time of the story a bit to better match the ending I want. It's a small change. I originally wrote the vampires coming in at Christmas but now I changed it to the end of February. It doesn't seem like a big deal to change it but to end the story how I want it the time needed to be changed

Disclaimer: I am not writing this as my own. All characters and ideas belong to Stephenie Meyer

Bottoms Up

Sam POV

I wish someone would just knock me out already. I can't even remember the last time I had a hangover. Alcohol just didn't seem to have an effect on my body when I could still phase. I hardly would even drink it anymore, but last night I felt it was a special occasion. Boy it only took about seven bottles of beer and a couple shots of vodka for me to pass out face first into the sofa cushions.

My life continues to morph into a twisted spiral of confusion as I sit here staring at the empty beer bottles on the floor. Thankfully, Emily left bright and early to spend the day with Kim. Last night before she went to bed I overheard her talking with Kim on the phone. Apparently, Jared's feelings for Kim deviated back to annoyance rather than love for her after the imprint bond broke.

Over the past month, Emily has remained strong and hopeful about our screwed up situation. I swear she looks at me like she's waiting for the moment for the switch to flip back on in my head. For the feelings of love and attachment I held for her to somehow come rushing back into my brain and my heart. Each time I catch her giving me that look, I feel a dagger of guilt stab into my chest and twist around until I can't stand it any longer. I usually just block her out of my field of vision and find myself something to do. Or just walk out of the room and leave her by herself and listen to her quietly cry until she falls asleep like I did last night.

I really have no clue what the hell I'm going to do. I'm the leader of a tribe who has been dealt a major blow. Even the elders seem beyond confused. Not even old Quil Sr. knows how to deal with this unprecedented ordeal. Now I have a pack full of young boys scrambling around like mice trying to figure out what to do with their lives. The boys look up to me as their leader and expect me to know the answers to their questions. Truthfully, I feel as lost in the dark as they do.

Sitting here hungover and self-loathing on the sofa at eleven in the morning isn't helping anyone. I reach down and gather the empty bottles before getting up and heading to the kitchen to dispose of the mess. I decide that maybe a little grub will help the pain in my head so I search the kitchen for some bread and pb&j. I quickly finish the sandwich and start to throw away the paper plate when I see the trash overflowing. I pull the bag out of the can and walk out the front door with the trash bag when I hear the rumbling of an engine. I unmistakably recognize the engine and throw the bag in the can and see Jacob turning into the driveway on his motorcycle.

"What's up Sam?" he says pushing the kickstand on his bike forward. "So much that if I told you, hitting a rock on the way down off the cliffs on the beach wouldn't seem like such a bad idea."

"I take it things with Emily haven't got any better." "Try worse," I say walking up the steps into the house, "Come inside. It's too damn cold out here." "Yeah I forget we're not space heaters anymore."

Jacob followed me into the house as he was taking off his black leather jacket and sat down at the kitchen table. I remember the last time we both sat down at this table just me and him. It occurred during the days following the first time he phased. He appeared nervous and scared. Gosh he was just a kid. A kid absolutely terrified of the truth of his heritage and his destiny. The conversation consisted of explaining what had happened to him and what was expected of him. I secretly wished he had answered yes to the fateful question I posed him that day, but understandably he said no. He refused to take the position of alpha and stated that he didn't even want to be in a pack nonetheless its leader. Now as we sit across from each other at the same table years later, he looks and acts completely different. Even if he hides the frenzy of his emotions surrounding the current issues of our tribe, his demeanor presents a complete contradiction. I now realize Jacob did live up to the expectations I asked of him that day. He's more of an alpha than I ever was. A better man than me, too.

"Sam?" Jacob says snapping his fingers in front of my face, "You sure you're okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay," throwing myself back into reality, "I've just been getting stuck in my head a lot lately."

"Well I've got more unsettling thoughts to add into that noggin." Great. Maybe a giant meteor is heading straight for La Push, Washington. No, I wouldn't be that lucky.

"Go ahead," I say leaning back into the wooden chair. He sighs and rests his hands on the table, "For one, the Cullens know what has happened to us." "Are you kidding?" I say rubbing my still aching head, "How did they find out?"

Jacob sat in his chair looking at me like I just found a pile of skin mags underneath his mattress and was waiting for him to fess up. "I told you I didn't want them to know Jacob!"

"Hey I didn't actually tell them," he said defensively, "Bella…."

"Of course it involves Bella. You can't seem to keep a secret from her to save your life!"

"How was I supposed to know that all the stories about our ancestors morphing into giant wolves were true? I didn't mean to break the treaty, and I didn't mean to tell Bella about this. Edward showed up out of the blue and I wasn't prepared to guard my brain from being mind fucked."

"Did you just say mind fucked?" "It just came to me man. Besides that's what he does all the damn time."

I got up from the table and opened the door to the cabinet that held our medicine. I took some aspirins out of the bottle and swallowed them down with a glass of water. I needed help from some medication before I could stand the length of this conversation.

"So..," I say leaning against the fridge, "They now can basically take a little vacation over to La Push and munch down on some of our people since they know we have no defense against them. I'm surprised Edward didn't attack you right then and there. We all know how he feels about you."

Jacob let out a small laugh, "If he wanted to kill me he would have done that a hell of a long time ago. Cause me racking on his nerves has gone on for years now. Besides the Cullens knowing is the least of our worries at this point."

"Meaning…?"

"A coven of seven vamps contacted the Cullens. They plan on visiting to see Bella and also to visit the supposed pack of wolves that live here. They arrive at the end of February."

He looked at me waiting for me to react but honestly I had nothing to say. What could I say?

"Sam? You going to say anything?"

"I'm sorry Jacob. I'm just a little numb towards the earth shattering revelations at this point. That last one really got me."

"Well Edward said he would talk to Carlisle about it."

I turned around and opened the fridge. I should have never stopped drinking last night.

"We'll figure something out Sam," he said noticing my silent manner facing the fridge.

I grabbed what I needed out of the fridge and turned to face him, "You want a beer?"

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