Author's Note
Alrighty then. I know by the end of the chapter I'm going to get stabbed by a spoon. Totally. But, all will be explained:
When I read my comments, I was surprised--in the goodish way--that people were kind of like, "Paul's being dumb," and, "He wasn't looking at the situation," and lastly, "Paul has a dirty mind." That one made me laugh. When I read these comments, I was kind of having a Chris Crocker moment. I was pretty much screaming, "LEAVE PAUL ALOOOOOONNEEE! -sob-" But, in a good way, you could say.
But, let me go ahead and explain his reaction: Paul comes from 'work' [we all really know he was patrolling.] and he can't wait to see Cassie. So, imagine his surprise [and anger] when he walks in on the devilishly sexy Tommy dirty talking his imprint. Oh, yeah. Clothes or no clothes, Paul has a temper, and he can't help but jump to conclusions.
So, this is a short chapter, but next chapter will have to be broken down into two chapters. Yeah, it's that long.
When I was writing this chapter, I was listening to [well, my whole playlist on projectplaylist, but these two songs were the ones that pretty much got my attention] Somewhere by Within Temptation and Falling Apart by Zebrahead [hence the name of the chapter]. They're really good songs, and perhaps you would like to listen to them? Do it. Do it, man!
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight, just the plot to this story and my OCs.
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Falling Apart
I drove through La Push in the heavy rain. I wiped my tears from my eyes with my jacket sleeve and sniffled quietly. Guilt swept through me, even though I had nothing to be guilty for. But, the expression on Paul's face, underneath the anger, I could see that he was heartbroken, and I wanted nothing more than to explain to him.
I had a feeling that he would probably be at Emily's, seeing as how his truck wasn't in his driveway at his house. I just hoped he would let me explain and then this whole thing would blow over.
Ten minutes later, I pulled up at Emily's and was immediately disappointed that Paul's truck was nowhere to be seen. But, if anyone knew where Paul had gone, it would be Emily. I turned off the ignition and ran into Emily's house, not even bothering to knock. I ran to the kitchen where a startled Kim and Emily sat.
"Have you seen Paul?" I choked out, and the pregnant women immediately swarmed me. Emily petted my hair and asked me what was the matter, and I broke down. "P-Paul," I sobbed through tears. "H-He thinks I-I c-cheated on h-him!" Kim gasped, both hands flying to her mouth.
"Why does he think that, dear?" Emily asked, wrapping her arms around me in a motherly hug. I gulped loudly, trying my hardest to blink away the unremitting tears.
"I invited a friend over," I cried. "And we b-both fell a-asleep on the couch. When we both w-woke up, he was t-teasing me a-and Paul h-heard and took it the wrong w-way." The tears kept falling, and I was trying my best to stop, but I couldn't.
"Sheesh. What's up with the sob fest?" Jake teased, walking in with the guys behind him. Emily scowled at them, a nasty look in her eye.
"Paul thinks Cassie cheated on him," Kim verified, rubbing my back soothingly.
"I think you should let him cool down before you tell him your side of the story, dear," Emily advised. "Paul has a terrible temper, and sometimes it's hard for him to control it." I shook my head, pulling away from her.
"No, no," I said. "He's got to know now." I wiped at my eyes again. Seth made a sound in the back of his throat, and I stared at the strange look on his face.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Cass," he warned. "We just saw Paul out in the back, and he doesn't look very stable right now." So Paul was here? He's in the back?
Jake caught the hopeful glint in my eye, and shook his head. "Cass, personally I think that this is a terrible idea, but we're going to give you five minutes with Paul, then you have to come straight back inside, whether he believes you or not. But, Cassie, we'll be watching, okay?" I nodded my head, already out the back door.
The rain fell in buckets, and it was hard to make out my surroundings. At first I couldn't see anything, but when my eyes adjusted I saw him.
Paul was pacing at the edge of the woods, shoving his hand through his hair angrily. He walked back and forth, turning sharply at each end point. I called out to him, and I watched in dread as he came to an abrupt halt and turned slowly to glare at me. I walked towards him, and I didn't miss how his muscles tensed—not like he did when he was nervous; this was when he was pissed.
"Paul? We need to talk," I said as I came to a stop a few feet away from him. Paul chuckled mirthlessly, and his glare intensified.
"Oh?" he asked wryly. "We need to talk? Gee, how could you tell?" I flinched at his tone, but struggled to keep my face smooth.
"Paul, it isn't what you think—"
"How many times have I heard that one before," Paul scoffed. "Look, what do you want? Haven't you screwed up my life enough, already?" Tears prickled the backs of my eyes, but I refused to leave without him knowing.
"Paul, what you walked in on—"
"I don't want to know the details, Cassidy. So, why don't you just—"
"Will you stop fucking cutting me off?!" I screamed at Paul's shocked face. "Can you be anymore idiotic! God! I came here to tell you what really happened—"
"And what happened, Cassie? Are you going to tell me now that you two are just friends?" Paul growled.
"Yes!"
"That is shit!" Paul roared, shaking violently. "I know you are sleeping with him! It's so freaking damn obvious!"
"So what if I was?" I challenged. "You slept with half of the damn women in La fucking Push!"
"So you are sleeping with him!" Paul roared, taking a step forward to me. I took one, too.
"Dammit, Paul! I am not sleeping with him! How can I have sex with a guy and still be a freaking virgin?!" I yelled, fisting my hands into tight balls. Paul narrowed his eyes into slits, and leered down at me. "So you say." That was all he had to say, and I saw red.
"Fuck you!" I screeched.
"I would, but it looks like someone already beat me to it!" Paul yelled back. We were less than inches apart, and things were getting out of hand.
"You know what? It's over, Paul," I said, turning my back to him. "I'm going home."
"Don't you turn away from me!" Paul shouted, but I ignored him. I kept walking, and nearly made it to the house when he jerked me back. I let out a shocked yelp as he pinned my back to a tree. His hands squeezed my forearms, and I cried out in pain.
"Paul, you're hurting me!" I screamed. Paul glowered down at me, tightening his grip to a painful degree. He was shaking badly, and it looked as if he was blurring at the edges.
I could hear the guys yelling at Paul to stop, and I saw hands grab him and trying to pull him back. Paul wouldn't let go, and his shaking intensified.
"Screw you," I snarled, kicking him in the crotch. He yelped, loosening his grip, and I wrenched myself free and ran. I could hear the guys yell again in warning, and I turned not to see Paul, but a huge silver wolf.
Jake was trying to hold it back by pushing at its chest, and Seth was wrestling with a large leg. The wolf was stalking towards me, and I froze in my tracks. That's Paul, I heard the voice in the back of my head say. But there was another voice, much louder, screaming at me to run.
My legs moved, and I started to run to the comforts of Emily's house, where you didn't get in fights with your boyfriend or where men turn into wolves. But then I heard a thunderous roar behind me, and yelling. There was a sharp, slashing pain in my back, and a scream. My scream.
I staggered forward, my vision blurring. I tried to breathe, but air only came in quick, short pants, but even then they hardly filled my needy lungs. I stumbled, losing my footing and fell to the ground below. The voices started to fade, and so did my vision. The last thing I heard was the agonized howl from the giant wolf, and then everything went black.
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Gasp!
Forgive me!
But, it needed to be done. Or, so that's what I keep telling myself...
I did this because you never read imprint stories where the wolves hurt their imprints [Well, I haven't read one yet.] and I'm shooting for originality.
So, please forgive Paul. Cassie went out to explain to Paul, but she let her temper get in her way and cloud her judgment. But, they WILL get back together [definitely] by the end of the story. And, lets just say I have MAJOR surprises coming up in this story, and I'm just dying to write them. The most Majorly major one lets me write a sequel. But, I'm not going to go into that. :P
Oh, and if anyone's confused where Cassie said 'Fuck you' and Paul was like, 'I would but it looks like someone already beat me to it!', this shall help:
"Fuck you!" I screeched.
"I would [insert 'fuck you'], but it looks like someone already beat me to it!" Paul yelled back.
Does that help? Okay-dokey then. But if you weren't confused with that...I'm sorry to say I wasted five seconds of your life.
So, please review if you want to know what happens next! [I've got to quit with the cliffhangers...]