So. I finished Breaking Dawn on Saturday and I have to say. I'm completely and utterly disappointed by it.
Ah well, I'll keep myself entertained by finishing this story. I also tried out a little bit of Jacob's POV so let me know what you think about that.
As always reviews make the writing go faster! Thanks my loves.
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I sat on my bed curled up into a little ball. The tears had stopped coming awhile ago, but that didn't mean that I didn't still feel the pain of what I had done.
It was just like me to mess up something so good. And I'd really messed up. I stifled a sob as a single tear leaked out from the corner of my eye.
Why? Why had I said that when I knew how much it would hurt him? The memory of Jacob's face made the pain even greater than what it was.
I sat up on my bed. I had to get away. I needed to leave La Push—just for the moment. Jacob's memory was too strong here and it hurt too much. Like someone stabbing my heart with a thousand scorching needles. The pain never abated but it could be stronger at times.
I reached under my mattress grabbing what little cash I had, donned a jacket and took off. I didn't look back.
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Sitting on a grimy street gutter covered with trash and God knows what else I thought about what I'd just done.
It wasn't hard to get the bottle of whiskey that I now clutched in a paper bag. I had done it before. It was all about distraction.
I fingered the bottle as I sat there. The rain started to come then. And I laughed out loud at the irony of my situation causing a passerby to jump and then hurry away from the crazy girl on the curb.
One little sip wouldn't hurt would it? It would only make his face go away. It would allow me to escape. I let out another low chuckle.
Escape. I had told Jacob I did those things, back in the city to escape. And here I was, in some back alley in Seattle all alone, except for my bottle of whiskey. The mention of Jacob's name, even in my mind brought back the pain.
But, Jacob wouldn't have wanted me to run, to go back to the way I was before. He would've gotten angry—told me that I was better than that. I wasn't so sure now. Was I really better than that?
The clink of the bottle against the cold, wet concrete gave me my answer.
No. I wasn't better than that.
I brought the bottle to my lips and embraced the warmth that would soon flow throughout my body. My lips turned up into a sadistic smile at the thought.
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JPOV
I could sense as soon as I reached her house that she wasn't there. It wasn't so much that her scent was becoming faint. It was that something inside of me told me she wasn't going be there.
I paced angrily out in her front yard.
If only I hadn't over-reacted and said that about Bella, this would've never happened. Or maybe it was just inevitable.
The rock I kicked angrily bounced off one of the fence posts with a resounding thud.
But—but how could she keep things from me? Me, who had told her everything. Allie still managed to keep things from me, important things. I guess what I had learned didn't change anything. She was still Allie, my Allie.
I was turning to leave, to see if Allie was down by the beach or in the woods or something when the soft grating sound of the front door opening stopped me.
"Jacob?" Mrs. Costa's soft voice sounded hoarse.
"Yeah. It's me. I came to see Allie," I said and turned again to walk away, "but she's not here so—"
Mrs. Costa's half choked sob cut me off. I whirled around and finally got a good look at her. She looked tired and worn. Her eyes were read and she held a tissue in her hand. She'd been crying? I was fully alert now.
I took swift strides towards her.
"What? What happened? Is Allie okay?" the words came out in a rush.
Mrs. Costa looked at me through red eyes. "She—she left. Sh- she's gone Jacob, and I don't know where."
But I was already gone. Running towards the woods and shedding clothing in the process.
Gone? But where had she gone to? I had to find her. I could already feel the pulling on my heart from not seeing her for twenty-four hours. The tugging would get stronger I knew, the longer she was away from me.
I hoped she was okay.
"Wait for me Allie." I whispered to the wind as I phased.
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Gone? How is she gone was it a leech or--?
Embry's voice sounded frantic in my head.
No, she left on her own. But we have to find her. I was racing through the forest now, trees flying by me. I had my nose to the ground, trying to find her scent. Maybe she got lost in the woods?
Not in the woods. Sam's calm voice cut through my frenzy. Her scent is towards town.
I sped even faster towards the direction Sam showed me through his thoughts. Allie, where had you gone?
I picked up the trail going directly through Forks. It was lucky that it was night-time—I didn't have to skirt around the edges of town as much. I pulled up short when I felt her scent come to a stop.
She took a bus. I can't find her scent anymore.
A howl cut through the night, coming closer.
We'll find her. Quil reassured me as he stopped next to me. We both stared at the bus station.
The city. It was Leah who now padded up next to me. Allie's from Chicago. She'd feel more comfortable in Seattle. We go there. Now.
And off we went. Three over-grown wolves searching in the cool night.
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APOV
I staggered up from my perch on the curb. I needed to find shelter the rational part of my head said to me. I silenced it with another drink from the bottle.
It had taken much more to make my escape than ever before. I glanced inside the brown paper bag. The bottle was half-empty. Or half-full.
A small giggle escaped me as I balanced precariously on a curb. I walked along it gymnast style—my arms spread eagle to help my balance.
Of course I was drunk, so I slipped on the wet concrete and fell into a puddle with a splash. I laughed out loud again. It was funny. Life was like that wasn't it?
We spent our lives balancing on a thin strip of wet concrete, our arms thrown wide to help us keep steady. But one little slip-up and we ended up cold, wet and hurt in a gutter. My giddy laughter bounced off the brick walls around me.
I danced through the empty streets and alley-ways finally coming to a stop in front of a large fountain.
The water was billowing up and down in the wind and the lights within the fountain were in time with the undulation of the water. My eyes widened at the sight.
I stood awestruck in front of the fountain as though I'd never seen anything like it before in my life.
Slurred laughter, too loud came from my mouth. I started to dance. I danced around and around the fountain. My twirling becoming more frantic with each passing moment. The colors of the lights and the water mesmerizing me.
Finally I stopped. I stood breathless in front of the water.
I became angry at the water. At the grace at the freedom it had. Why couldn't I have that kind of freedom—to just go wherever do whatever I wanted?
I walked away from the fountain. I ended up in another dirty alley where I finally settled myself on a stoop in front of a doorway. What would Jacob say about all this?
The bottle seemed to come to my lips on its own accord. I gulped down two burning mouthfuls before falling into a blissful sort of dreamlike stupor.
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How long I laid there before I noticed the shuffling noises I can't say. One moment there was nothing. The next, I heard padding coming from the alley. My bleary eyes tried to focus, but they couldn't.
"Allie?" the voice sounded incredulous. But I couldn't really tell over the sound of the rain that had started up again.
I tried to look at the face that said my name. It kept coming in and out of focus, but I was fairly sure I knew who it was.
Jacob.
I let out a little giggle that turned into a sob.
"Old habits die hard," I slurred crying.
Strong, warm, arms enveloped me and I was pulled from my slump on the stoop and found myself held infant style in Jacob's arms.
He gently pulled the bottle of whiskey from my hand and let it fall to the ground with the sound of breaking glass.
"I'm so—so sorry," I told him weakly between my crying. He cut me off by putting a finger to my lips.
"It's okay. It's over now." He said it so simply and then he kissed by dry cracked lips. "I'm taking you home, and I promise that I won't do anything to hurt you. Ever again."
I shook my head back and forth violently. "You can't promise that."
He kissed me again and I marveled that he was able to kiss me with the smell of alcohol on my breath.
"Regardless. I promise I will never hurt you again." He said it with such sincerity that I believed him. I snuggled closer to him.
"Take me home?"
"Yes."