Jacob's Reaction
He read the letter again, making sure he read it correctly. He stared at it blankly, and slowly took a sit on the chair. He was currently in the kitchen. His dad has left to go fishing with Charlie, and Jacob was currently alone. He placed the letter down, but he still kept staring at it. He felt nothing. He knew that he should feel like his drowning in his sorrows, but strangely enough, he felt absolutely nothing. He reacted worse losing Bella than his own imprint. There was definitely something wrong with him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes. He was so confused.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Jacob jumped up ready to fight. He eased down when he smelt who it was. It was just Leah. She knocked harder, and Jacob looked at the letter and back at the door.
"I know you're in there!" Leah yelled. Jacob sighed, and he quickly grabbed the letter and stuffed it in his pocket. When he finally opened the door, Leah pushed past him. She looked furious, but she went straight for the cupboards. She grabbed a bag of chips and whirled to face him. He rose an eyebrow to question her fuming presence. She glared at him.
"Why are you hanging out with the bloodsucker wannabe?" Leah asked bluntly. Jacob's chest puffed out in anger. He gritted his teeth and glared at her. Leah glared back at him just as fiercely.
"Deny it." Leah dared him. Jacob grabbed onto the chair, and it cracked. The russet woman didn't even flinch. She just kept staring him down. Jacob closed his eyes and concentrated on calming down. Leah waited for him patiently. Once he was calm, he gave a loud exhale.
"It's complicated." He answered tightly. She rolled her eyes at him.
"No, you're just an idiot." She retorted. It was his turn to roll his eyes at her. She gave him a sneer.
"Whatever." She said. She started looking around the house, and took a sniff. It was scary how they were starting to become more like wolves.
"What are you doing?" Jacob asked confused.
"Where's the little runt?" Leah answered. Jacob's face turned guilty, and he quickly looked away from the strong willed woman in front of him. She caught the change of atmosphere and looked at him with concern.
"What happened?" She asked blankly. The massive man's back stiffened.
"Leave." He stated coldly. Leah looked at him startled. Instead of following his orders, she stepped closer.
"Jacob-" she started, but he rudely interrupted her.
"I don't want to talk about it, least of all with you!" He whirled around to face her angrily. She took a step back from the intensity, and her heart felt a little bit more bruised. Jacob was one of the few guys she could stand. He respected her, and tried to give her, her privacy. Most of all, he somewhat understood how she felt, and he was the closest friend she had these days. Her face betrayed her emotions, and Jacob flinched from the pain it reflected. He sighed tiredly, and dug the letter from his pocket. He handed it to her. She looked at it blankly, but made no move to take it from him.
"She left."He stated, and Leah's dark brown eyes widened in shock and mild concern. She snatched the paper from his hands and quickly scanned it. Her face gave no hints as to what she was thinking. When she finished reading it for the second time, she gave it back to him. She looked at him with no expressions.
"What are you going to do?" She asked sharply. He took the paper back, and shrugged his shoulders. Both her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Why are you so okay with this?" She questioned. He ran his hands through his short ebony hair.
"I don't know. Is it possible that I didn't imprint on her?" He asked.
"I mean, I don't feel empty or anything. I mean, shouldn't I be dying right now?" He continued. Her eyes widened in shock. He looked at her, and shrugged his shoulder once again.
"You feel nothing? You don't care that your supposed soul mate just left you? What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled furiously. He shook his head, not knowing what the right words were.
"You might never see her again." She whispered softly. This was affecting her too much. Leah didn't think it was right for Jacob to just ignore this. He has claimed to love his imprint, and that he would love her forever, but he held no concern for said girl. This girl loved him so much, she was willing to sacrifice her happiness for his! The least he could do was to be upset, or miss her. Leah really wanted to kill Jacob right then.
Jacob looked at the letter in his hand, and panicked. His soul mate was gone! He might never see her again. He let her run once again, but this time he couldn't run after her. His hand clutched his chest and he slowly sunk to the floor. His stomach clenched in pain. He felt so hollow. He curled up into the fetal position. Tears slowly streamed down his face, and he gasped for shallow breathes.
Leah looked at him with concern. She knelt down beside him and put his head on her lap. She started combing through his hair, with her hands. She tried to calm him with soothing sounds and sweet nothings.
"What happened?" Leah asked softly. Jacob shook his head, telling her that he didn't know. The broken man was starting to calm down. Once he was more stable, he sat up. They were both sitting cross legged on the floor of the living room. There was comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"Was it true?" Leah asked suddenly. Jacob turned to her, confused.
"What?" He asked.
"The letter, was it true? Did you think of Bella while you were with her?" Leah questioned. Jacob was silent for a while, thinking about the truth. He nodded his head slowly.
"Yeah." He said softly, ashamed of himself. Leah nodded her head. There was another lull of silence. After a while, Leah turned to Jacob.
"Do you still love Bella?" Leah asked, no trace of bitterness, just curiosity. The boy in question thought about it, and shook his head.
"I don't know. Bella, she was my first love. I truly loved her, with everything in me. Losing her to my enemy, it hurt. It broke me, but despite all the hurt I went though, loving her was still worth it. When I imprinted, I thought that I shouldn't forget about my love for Bella. I fought the imprint, but she's my soul mate, I couldn't not fall for her. I never forgot Bella though, she will always hold a special place in my heart, that no one could ever erase." Jacob explained. Leah looked away, and thought about Sam. Maybe the imprint didn't completely erase previous feelings. She knew she was special to Sam, she still is, but hearing it from Jacob made her sort of believe. Oblivious to her thoughts, Jacob continued.
"Yes, I still love Bella, but she's not my whole world anymore." Jacob summarized. Leah nodded her head, her eyes glossy from the tears that threatened to fall. She cleared her throat.
"What about your imprint?" Leah asked. Jacob was quiet for a moment, and she was scared that he would break down again. To her surprise Jacob gave her a small smile.
"We'll meet again. We weren't ready for each other yet, but I know that she's my future. She's my perfect half. She understands that I need time to move on, and when I have, she'll be there. I know it. She understood my love for Bella, but she also knows how much I love her. Right now what I need is a friend, and that's what she needs as well. My perfect half." Jacob ended. Leah gave him a small, sweet smile.
"You're one lucky dog. If I was her I would just kill the other girl, or better yet, YOU." Leah joked. Jacob laughed, knowing that she wouldn't. After all, she was in the same scenario. Leah got up, and Jacob followed her lead. She headed for the door.
"You'll be okay." She stated. Jacob nodded, and looked at her softly.
"Thank you." He said sincerely. Leah smirked and left before he could say anything else. He sighed. It was time to heal. First step, talk to Bella. Last step, find his soul mate. It's going to be one long process.
He stepped outside, and the cold air hit him. He was done hiding and running away. It was time to move on. He broke out into a run. He was still hurting from the pain of losing his half, and loving a taken woman, but it was his turn to lead his life. He kept running, not sure where his feet will take him, but he knew he was in the right path.