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Diclaimer: I do N0T own TWILIGHT or anything realated to it. I just own the plot and my own characters.

This chapters picks up from the las one.

Lorry POV

I stilled at the memory at what had happened at lunch. Everyone was suprised at the fact the school let classes continue anyway. Even though the monster-Quil-had caused Nate to go to the hospital. Quil was the cause of Nate being unconcious. He was the cause of Nate lying flat down on his back, floating in his own blood. He was the cause of us probably losing a student.

I shivered at the brutal things Quil had done to him. Quil. What was wrong with him?

"Lorry?" Kay interupted my train of thought. I was greatly grateful of that. When we stopped walking, I took a deep breath, and got sucked into the flashback as i told her.

FLASHBACK... U

"Oh, and what are you going to do me? Kill me? Psh, yeah right!" That was enough of Quil. Right when Seth had dragged Kay out of here, I soon wish they had brought me with them.

Quil sprung towards Nate, and Nate getting caught off guard, wasn't ready for the power punch Quil sent his way. With a grunt Nate was on the ground, clunching his nose. Red dripping liquid flowed between his fingers. But Quil wasn't done with him yet.

Bringing his leg back, Quil snapped it foward, into Nate's ribs. I visibly saw everyone wince at the sickening crack. At the impact, Nate up chucked blood from his mouth now. No longer holding his nose, we all saw the deformed figure on his face. Blood was leaking on the ground. Fast. Nobody moved. And nobody made a sound. We all thought if we did anything, Nate wouldn't be the only one on the ground.

Appearently Quil had enough of Nate on the ground, so he grabbed the front of Nate's blood soaked shirt, and propped him up as best he could. Growling, he shoved his face in front of Nate's. "You still think I can't kill you? Ha, why don't you just wait and see." Quil's voice was flat out frightening. He wasn't Quil at this state.

No, this was a monster.

Pobably with the strength of a giant, he shoved Nate backwards making him spin, and brutally banging his head on the cafeteria table right behind him. Painfully, Nate dropped to the ground, that was now carpetted with his own blood. There was a thud as he dropped unconcious to the floor. Everything was silent. Nobody moved, or made a sound-still. Only one thought ran through every single person's mind right now.

Was he dead?

Nobody knew, and nobody made a move to find out. Only now did anyone notice that Quil, was litterally vibrating. His body figure was blurry as he kept on shaking. Jacob Black and Embry Call, now made their appearance as they sprang forward, and all but dragged Quil out of the biulding.

Lights werre flashing everywhere, sirens stung our ears. Red, and blue blinded us. What was happening?

END OF FLASHBACK...

Kay was speechless. Her face must have matched my own;emotionless, pale, grey, sick. Even now I couldn't believe that those events had happened at La Push High. In La Push, period. It was always calm over here. Nothing like that ever happened. No one hurt anybody. The closest anything that's gotten to that were these guys punching each other, but they immediatley stopped after some talking to.

"How... h-how could he do something so-so... I can't even describe it." Kay whispered. Her voice barely audible.

"You and me both. Trust me..."

LATER THAT DAY...

Kay POV

When I got home, Paul was sprawlled out on the couch watching T.V. Now that was a suprise. At first I just stood there at the door, thinking maybe I'm just hallucinating. Everyday, after school, Paul was either asleep, upstairs, or not even here at all. But I guess today, it just breaks the schedule.

Slowly making my way to the kitchen, I didn't forget what had happened today before school, and what had happened down at the beach. The words still rang in my head...

"She wouldn't be like this if you would just let me tell her!" Paul's voice echoed in my head.

"But didn't you also say that you didn't want to tell her either? That she shouldn't be sucked into this stupid world?..." Sam roared back at him.

My mind wouldn't take a break. All it was thinking was, what did they mean? What were they even talking about?

I didn't notice the small table near the entrance of the kitchen, until I rammed into it of course. Making a loud noise, made Paul jump up and look in my direction. I averted my eyes, not wanting to see his cold eyes. The eyes that bore into mine this morning. Trying not to bump into anything else, I all but ran into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

I was uncomfortable in my own home... great.

"Accalia?" His husky voice made jolt, which of course me being the cluts that I am, making me slam my head on the fridge top. Not wanting to face him, but having to, I slowly stood up right while rubbing the back of my head. Making sure not to make eye contact, but looking into his general direction, I answered him.

"Yeah?" My voice was croaky all of a sudden. Why was croaky?

"Um." He cleared his throat. "So... uh, you were at the beach today with the, uh, Clearwater kid, huh?" Wait, he saw us? How close was he to us anyway? Did he hear what I was saying? How much did he know? Looking for an answer, I couldn't find one. So, since I'm stupid, I said a stupid answer.

"What?" Yep, that sounded dumb alright.

"You were at the beach today. Around lunch. With the Clearwater kid. And, you said some stuff..." CRAP! So he had heard. But how much?

"Uhh... yeah. We were talking about..." How can I stir this around? "school." Wow, yeah that worked. Note sarcasm.

"Umm," Paul started uncertainly. "no. You were talking about... me." I squeezed my eues shut. I really didn't want to talk about this right now. After the incident at school, the drama that happened before school, the beach, Seth-he wasn't a problem, but still-now this. No. I shook my head furriously.

"No.. no. I do not want to talk right now. I'm actually not feeling... well, right now. I-uh, just want to take a shower and go to bed."

"But Kay-."

"Nope." And I charged up the stairs.

You would think that after trying to get my brother back all this time, I would jump at the chance at actually talking to him about all this. But you know what? I couldn't handle. There. I just couldn't handle sitting there, or standing there, and listen to him talk. To hear whatever excuse he had to cover all this up. To hear what he had to say. Because you know what?

It was too late.

It was too late to finally speak up. It was too late to finally let out all the lies he's been doing or saying. It was too late to open up. He had months to do so. He had months to tell me. He had MONTHS to open up to me, and let me in. And he just decides this now? No. I couldn't handle it. At least... not now. Too many things were happening. The top two: whatever happened to Quil, and Uncle Pete.

I slammed my door when I made it. I didn't notice that I had been crying the way up the stairs. I couldn't cry now. No, I cried way too much today. But that didn't stop the river of salty liquid exscaping my eyes. I noticed then that I did need Seth around when I was crying, down, sad. That I needed Seth legit. He would hold me the whole time. The whole time that I would need it.

And this was one of those times.

I cried silently, but the hurt, confussion, loss, and hate were echoing, pounding, blaring, chanting, krept into my ears making it loud non the less. My unusually colored hair flowed around me as I lay my head in my hands still crying. I was so caught up into my emotions that I didn't hear the crash downstairs.

Paul POV u

"Stupid!" I roared as I flung the old stinkin' vace at the wall. How can I do this? Clearly she was upset, and that was all because of me! This is all my fault! I don't know I was even given the resposnebility of being an older brother, and a guardian if i can't even handle it! I mean, look at this mess! "Arrugh!" I threw a chair to the ground...

Poor chair..

Ugh! Now I'm going crazy! Feeling bad for a fucking chair. Before I could continue my rant even further, the doorbell rang. Grumbling about stupid things, I shuffled my way to the door.

"What do you wa-." I didn't finish my sentence. Seth Clearwater stood tall, and built right in front of me. Oh, he was close to phasing alright. He looked at me uncertainly as he spoke.

"Can I , um, see Kay. I need to talk to her." He answered. His eyes flickered to the shattered vace pieces on the ground, and broken chair along with it. Immediately worry popped up into his eyes. Worry for Kay probably. Okay, ew. Mushy romantic stuff. Paul out.

"Upstairs." I stepped aside so he could get going. He warily walked by me, and stiffly climbed up the stairs into Kay's room. She was still crying. Ugh, I wasn't done with my rant yet.

"Stupid!"

Kay POV (A/N: sorry for going back and forth)

There was a knock on my closed door. A light knock. Like they were unsure. Definately not Paul. Wondering who else it would be, I didn't care to wipe the tears, and opened the door, only to with that I had actually wipped the tears.

"Seth?" His eyes narrowed when he saw my tear streaked face.

"Kay?" He questioned, then took a small step towards me. "What happened? Did Paul do this to you? I saw broken glass downstairs, Kay. If he did do this to you, just tell me-" I interrrupted him, confused.

"Whoa, whoa. What are you talking about broken glass." He gave me a weird look, like I should know.

"Well, there was glass scattered on the floor when I got in." I sighed.

"No Paul didn't do this to me...kinda. But Him, the broken glass, and me aren't together. Paul must have thrown that. He does things when he's mad, like throw stuf..." I said quietly, plopping myself on my bed. Seth took a seat next to me.

"Then why were you crying, and what do you mean 'kinda'?" He questioned me. He looked cute when he was confused. But yet again, when was he never cute.

"Seth, there must have been a reason for you to come here." He raised an eye brow.

"What a boyfriend can't visit his own girlfriend?" He pretended to be appalled. That made me crack a small smile. I playfully pushed his shoulder. We both chuckled.

"But really Seth, why are ya here?" Don't get me wrong, I actually wanted him here. But something was wrong. He wasn't smiling right when I had opened the door. It took a minute but Seth finally sighed and started to talk.

"When i got home, everybody was in the livingroom. Well, Mom, Dad, and Leah. Suprisingly Sam." When he said Sam's name a weirded out looked crossed his face. "They all loked so worried, so that made me even more nervous than I already was. Mom had tears in her eyes, Dad looked grim, and giulty, and Leah... she just looked lost." A pained look flashed on his face. I wanted to make him stop talking because I knew whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be easy to say. But he wanted to continue anyway.

"Earlie that day, Dad had a heart attack." Seth, by now, was lying down next to me. I squeezed his hand encouragingly. "It happened when it was only Mom home. But she was in the shower, and she found Dad on the ground when she had gotten out. When they got to the hospital, they did their job, but they found something out. Kay, my Dad's been having heart problems for a really long time. Way before he even told my mom. He never told any of us. That's why my parents have been arguing." Seth's eyes started to get teary. "I just can't believe he made us find out this way. He's sick, and has to stay in bed rest. Mom's mixed up in everything, and Leah... ugh, she's even worse."

Seth covered his face with his hands, but i pried them away, and wrapped my arms around him. Seth had been there for me, now I'm here for him. I didn't say anything as he let himself let go, I let him let out anything he needed to be let out. He told me everything that had been happening with his parents arguing. How they kept it a secret for some time. He just told me everything. While we're here, wrapped in each other's arms.

With all our clothes on, you gutter heads.

"Seth," I finally said. "I probably can't relate, but your mom's here, Leah's here, and I'm here. Nothing is going to happen with your Dad. We're all going to make sure of that, okay?" I said in a shushed tone. I felt Seth nod against my shoulder. His hair tickled my noise and I couldn't help but giggle.

"What?" Seth's voice was a bit croaky, and muffled since it was nuzzled against the place where my shoulder and neck meet. His breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Nothing. Your hair just tickled my nose is all." He chuckled at this. Proud that I lifted up his spirits a bit, I suddenly tickled him. He had this spot on his back near his spine, where that's his worse tickle spot. Suprised at being tickle, Seth yelped and jump off the bed, onto his back on the floor.

"Hmmhm. Is the floor more comfortiable than the bed? Huh, I never knew that." I said in a mocking tone. Seth's head popped up at the side of the bed.

"Oh, you're going to get it now." He said. An evil glint in his eye.

Uh, oh.

Paul POV (A/N:again, sorry)

I'm so fed up of this! Everything that I caused is my fault. Since I was such a lousy kid in school, that made my parents unhappy. And since they were unhappy with me, they were unhappy with Kay. And becuase of that, she was unhappy. After my mother passed, that made 'Dad' even more upset. Then he started drinking.

And everytime he would see me, he would get worse, and eventually go to the bar. Because of me, he thought that all his kids were unsuccessful. Because of me, neither of my parents saw how wonderful Kay was in school. Always Getting straight A's. Getting good comments from her teachers. Citizenship awards comming from the school. But because of me, our parents never bothered to look at all that.

Because of me, I morph into a gigantic dog! And because of that, I'm some sort of protector of La Push. Also, my sister's view on me totally changed. I don't know her, and she doesn't know me. Because of my temper I can't be around her much, and when I am, i totally lose my cool eventually. And she probobly hates me!

All. Because. Of. ME.

With a roar, I charged down the hall, to the small door that lay under the stairs. Inside this door, lay the bottles of drinks my father drank when he was frusterated, or well... when he drank. Nobody ever came near here, because everybody knew that these were his 'Stress takers'.

Hey if it took away his stress, why can't it take away mine?

With that, I swung the door right open. "Okay, where to start?" But for some reasoon, I felt like I was forgeting something. But I ignored it, andhastily grabbed a random bottle. But little did i know that my new 'wolf body' would react to alcohol differently.

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