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Chapter 35 – Suspicions
RPOV

We sped down the highway like there was no tomorrow, Aunt Alice filled me in on the details while she hastily drove towards La Push. Dad had found him unconscious close to La Push and had called Grandpa to La Push to treat him. According to Grandpa, he had a broken arm and two fractured ribs on his left side and had a slight concussion. How could this have happened? Jake had wolf senses, no way could he have gotten into a motorbike accident; his reflexes were close to perfect.

I knew Jake would make a fast recovery, Carlisle said that he would be fine by tomorrow night if his rapid healing condition continued at the rate it was going and for that I was glad. I wondered who had hit him, or whether he had hit them, where were they now? Why didn't they confess?

When I got to Jacobs house, the whole pack was crammed into their tiny living room, all watching the flat screen TV that Grandpa had bought them. Billy was in the kitchen with Sue who was fixing snacks for everyone. I figured that dad didn't stick around because of the amount of wolves present. When I went into Jacob's room, Grandpa was there setting up a drip in Jacob's arm while he lay idle staring at the ceiling.

"Okay, just rest for tonight and I'll be back in the morning to check on you. Billy has my mobile number, so if you need anything tonight, call. And more morphine is out of the question." Grandpa chuckled and Jake joined along. I guess the only thing you can do was laugh about it.

On the way out of the room, Grandpa stopped to give me a hug and kiss before he left. I hated seeing Jacob like this, bound by the bandages on his arm and body; I hated seeing him so defenceless. "Hey." I smiled and leaned against the door frame. He looked at me and smiled before patting the small space beside him.

"Come 'ere." He said weakly. I walked slowly towards the bed, keeping my emotions in check as I took each step closer to him. His face was bruised, there was a cut on his eyebrow and his cheek was slightly purplish. I had to take a deep breath before lying down next to him.

He wrapped his good arm around me and I looked up at his face to inspect the damage. "Look at you…" I whispered and brought my hand close to his wounds but never touched them in fear of hurting him.

"Shh, I'm alright." He smiled, I could hear the drowsiness in his voice and I decided I'd talk to him tomorrow about the whole thing. The morphine must be working its magic.

My eyes started to tear up and I couldn't help but sob silently even though he was fine, the feeling of knowing that he could've been so badly hurt that he'd never recover lingered in my mind, and the fact that I'd almost betrayed every promise I'd ever made to him by nearly kissing Damien made me feel so guilty.

I guess I knew what it felt like for him when I was attacked, even though he was fine, there's still that thought that lingers with the feeling I would've felt if something worse happened. I brought my hand to my face to quickly wipe the stray tears away. "Why are you crying?" He whispered, and I tried my best to conceal my anguish.

"I just—I don't know what I would've done if something happened to you." I sniffled and wiped my eyes again. He chuckled at me and I looked at him like he was insane.

"Nothing is going to happen to me." He smiled, "I'll always be here." He whispered and with that he closed his eyes and surrendered to his sleep. I knew that he needed it and the morphine would've made it a lot harder to stay awake.

I laid there for a while, listening to sound of his steady heartbeat and thinking to myself, why now? Why does someone hurt Jacob now? Right now, when I need him the most, when I need him to tell me that he'll love me forever, and that he'll be everything and anything for me. We've been in this relationship for over a year now, and sure, we've had ups and downs, but for the first time, I feel like I need his reassurance, I need to know.

I was left wondering what would've happened if dad hadn't called Aunt Alice, if she hadn't barged in, if Damien had kissed me, would I have felt something different. Would I have wanted Damien instead…? Or better yet, do I want Damien instead? Kiss or no kiss, do I have feelings for him?

It seems plausible. I think about him all the time, he's become this big part in my life. He's charming and adventurous and for one thing, he's not afraid of hurting me, he tells me the truth no matter what, but do I want someone like that?

No. I've made my mind up, when I said yes to Jacob, I made a promise to him, we're getting married and I need to start thinking like that before I ruin everything.

I carefully peeled Jacobs arm of me and walked out the door towards the door, I figured that I'd come back tomorrow afternoon when he's feeling better to talk about things. I felt like it was something I needed to do. Keeping all these feelings to myself was proving to be a bad thing, but who could I talk to? Nobody.

My day was filled with my family. I went hunting with Aunt Rose, went wedding shopping with Aunt Alice, learnt about vampire history from Grandpa Carlisle, let Grandma Esme talk me into eating some of her famous home cooked meals, let Uncle Jasper teach me self defence and relaxed with Uncle Emmett and watched the game.

I guess you could say it was a good thing, the distractions helped to take my mind off all my worries. I mean, what was I worried about anyway? I knew that I was marrying Jacob because I loved him beyond anything, and I knew that I had some sort of feelings for Damien. It's ridiculous the amount of time I spent dwelling over him when I should be focussing on my fiancée. Was it so hard for me to just focus for once in my life?

I didn't want to take the car to La Push because I felt like running, I felt like being by myself and just running. So that's exactly what I did. I ran. For the first time in weeks, I was truly alone. Maybe that was it, I never have any real alone time anymore, I'm forced to be strong all the time and it's starting to drive me insane.

As I ran I felt the wind in my hair and the distinct colours of the forest with all its unique shapes pass me by. Of course I kept my senses alert, being attacked not too far from this very place is bound to leave me feeling paranoid. I made sure that the only footsteps I could hear were my own, and I ran. Despite the darkness, I felt safe. I've always liked the dark more.

When I got to La Push, it was unusually quiet,I guessed that the pack had gone home as soon as they got the okay from Jacob. I walked into the open front door and was greeted by a glowing Jacob who'd seemed to have recovered completely from yesterday's injuries. He was sitting on the couch, totally engrossed in the football game when I walked in.

"Hey!" He looked up briefly and patted the seat next to him. I took it gingerly, resting my head on his burly shoulder and wrapping both my arms around his. "What's the matter?" He asked when I sighed.

"Nothing." I lied and made a weak attempt at a smile. I looked over at the screen and noticed that the Seattle Seahawks were beating the New Orleans Saints. I stayed silent for a while, absorbed in my thoughts while Jake yelled and screamed at the TV, cheering when the Seattle Seahawks scored and yelling when they made a wrong move. When it came to half time, I sighed, knowing I'd have to make conversation rather than stay content.

"Okay, seriously, you haven't said two words since you've been here, what's wrong?" He asked seriously, I tightened my grip on his arm and looked away, knowing he'd sense that I was lying through my eyes.

"I just have a lot on my mind." I lied again. I knew that I wanted to talk to him about all these things I was feeling but I couldn't. I didn't want to face the possibility that maybe Damien was right, maybe I was rushing into my life. Talking about it with Jake could make me realise just how right Damien might be.

"About the wedding?" He asked sceptically as if he was afraid I'd changed my mind about marrying him, which wasn't exactly true.

"Mostly," I lied, "Alice had me move into the main house to make planning easier and to make it safer for me, I guess it was a good idea, and I knew she wouldn't let me ref—"I babbled, hoping to change the subject but finding myself subconsciously coming back to the topic of Damien. He finally cut me off when he had absorbed what I said.

"Wait, you moved into the main house?" He asked confused with a tinge of anger in his voice. I knew why he thought it was so absurd but somehow, I didn't care.

"Yeah, she kinda forced me." I laughed nervously, hoping that he would let it go.

"When did this happen?" He asked confused, 'Why didn't anyone tell me?" This time he sounded irritated, as though everyone had gone behind his back.

"Jake, you were unconscious. I didn't tell you yesterday because I didn't want to upset you." I knew that was the wrong thing to say right after I said it.

"Upset? I am not upset." He said angrily, his arms were slightly vibrating against my own and I thought about backing away but stayed right where I was.

"I don't understand why you're angry, Jake." I said, irritated that he felt like he could somehow dictate my life with his temper tantrums. I knew what I was getting myself into.

"You're moving in with that bloodsucker!" He said sharply and nudged his arm away from me before standing up and walking to the wall.

"Jake, my whole family lives in that house. I'm moving in with all of them, not just Damien!" I shouted back, I decided to stay seated right where I was, I figured that if I stood up we'd have this battle for dominance and Jake would be even more angry than he was now.

"It's not safe for you to be near him, let alone living in the same goddamn house." He punched the wall, letting his anger flare out. I could hear his intense breathing and the way his heart sped up.

"Is this really about my safety?" I questioned, knowing he would be stumped.

"What?" He asked confused and finally turned around, I could see the rage in his eyes but somehow I felt the need to defend my actions.

"Are you really worried about my safety? Or are you just jealous?" I questioned again with a knowing tone in my voice. I knew he would have never seen that coming. There was a flash of hurt across his face which he quickly masked with fury.

"Jealous? Why do I need to be jealous?" He shouted. There was a tinge of laughter in his voice as if he thought it would be ludicrous for him to even go near the term jealousy.

"I don't know Jake! You tell me!" I stood up then, not caring whether he saw it as a sign of dominance or not, I was tired of sitting down and being told what I could and couldn't do by someone who was supposed to be my equal.

"I am not jealous of that bloodsucker!" The word rolled off his tongue as if he were using it, not only to insult Damien, but to insult me.

"You know what? I'm a bloodsucker too! In fact, I went hunting today, I drank blood, so don't call anyone a bloodsucker unless you're prepared to call me one!" I pointed my finger at his and felt my cheeks redden, not because I was embarrassed, no, it was because I was furious, beyond furious that he would refer to anyone I cared about as a bloodsucker.

"You never seemed to have a problem with it before." He shouted and stalked across the tiny room toward the wall there, as if being near it would calm him down or give him a suitable punching bag.

"Yeah, well it was different before." I said, annoyed. Never before had I minded, but it was different now. I felt the need to defend my kind.

"I just don't want you to be around him! What don't you understand about that?" He turned around and pinched the bridge of his nose while he shouted at me.

"Why? Give me one good reason why!" I hated that we were having the conversation about Damien like this. Why were we fighting about something that shouldn't even bother us?

"Because it's not safe! Don't you get it?"

"No, Jake! I don't! Why don't you tell me why it's not safe?" I shouted back at him. If he wanted to argue then I would argue back, it was only fair that it was going both ways.

"Because he's not safe!" He yelled, he didn't actually have a plausible excuse as to why it wasn't safe for me to be around Damien, which was just what I'd expected.

"What more proof do you need? He saved my life! Why can't you just accept him?" I was tired of Jake making up excuses as to why I couldn't hang out with Damien, or why he was unsafe. I was tired of Jake's insecurities.

"He's the reason I was unconscious yesterday!" He finally said and I stopped in my tracks. That couldn't be true.

"What?" I said absentmindedly, it couldn't be true. Damien had never once left my sight from the time Jake left to the time Aunt Alice told me he'd been in a car accident.

"Yeah! That's right! What do you have to say to that?" He shouted again. It all seemed like incoherent blabber, I was still trying to put the pieces together in my mind and they didn't seem to fit at all.

"Did you see him?" I whispered, still preoccupied with the fact that it didn't match up.

"I know it was him!" So he didn't have any proof? And I had Damien's alibi. Jake was just trying to find things to pin on him.

"So you have no proof?" I laughed, my irritation returning. Was it because he didn't trust me to be around Damien?

"You of all people should believe me." He shook his head in disbelief and paced up and down the tiny room.

"I would, except for the fact that I was with him the whole time!" I yelled and closed my eyes, trying to make sense of everything. I hated fighting with Jake, this was one of he worst fights we've ever had. I felt the lump rise in my throat, that point of anger where all you wanna do is cry was approaching and I couldn't find a way to suppress it.

"You were with him? What do you mean with him?" He flared his hands before clenching them into fists again, for the first time in my life, I was actually afraid of Jacob.

"We were watching a movie at the main house!" I sat down on the couch, afraid that if I made Jacob angrier he would lash out at me. He walked angrily into the tiny kitchen, trying to subdue his anger but knowing that it wasn't working.

"Why do you always have to defend him?" I heard him slam his hand down on the dining room table, he threw something that sounded like glass against the wall before walking into view. His eyes had an animalistic edge to them, he was no longer the gentle, sensitive Jake that I knew, he was this rugged tanned man that I didn't recognise anymore.

"I'm gonna leave now." I whispered while fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm me. I walked out of the house without looking back at the tanned man.

I didn't feel like being alone right now, as much as I needed to cry, I knew that if I ran into that forest with no intention of returning that I would do something stupid and end up getting hurt. I settled for calling Aunt Alice to come get me.

I dialled the main house number, hoping that she would be home because she hardly ever carried her cell phone with her. She always said that cell phones were distracting when she's doing something important.

"Hello?" Came a familiar male voice. I took a deep breath before speaking.

"Is Aunt Alice there?" I said quickly, hoping that my voice wouldn't break but knowing that it would.

"She flew out to California with Rose, Jasper and Emmett. I'm surprised she didn't tell you," That was when I realised she did, she told me she was picking out the bridesmaids dresses as well as the tux's for the boys. "Is everything okay?" Damien asked when he heard me sigh.

"Um- j-just is um- is anybody there?" I tried to make it a complete sentence, but instead it came out a mumbling mess. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"Carlisle's at the hospital and Esme's hunting. What's wrong?" So nobody was home? Typical, they were never home, I could call Carlisle but he'd probably be in surgery, Grandma Esme never carried a cell phone while hunting, she always said it was too easy to get lost and a waste of money when it did.

"Can you- um- can you come get me then?" I knew it would be a bad idea to get picked up by Damien, but what else could I do? I couldn't call anyone and I didn't want to have to explain things to my parents, they were probably enjoying themselves at an expensive restaurant or something.

"Sure, where are you?" He asked distressed. I could hear him starting the car as I spoke into the receiver.

"I'm at La Push, outside Jacob's house." I said and heard the engine speed off before the call cut.

I sat on the curb outside his house in the dark and rested my elbows on my knees before allowing my head to fall into my hands and cry. I felt like there was this stabbing guilt piercing my mind but how could Jacob wrongly accuse Damien of something like that? Was he that desperate for me to hate him as much as he did?

I could hear Jacob punching the wall repeatedly inside and with every punch I felt myself weep harder, knowing it was my fault he was that angry and knowing that the only way I could make him stop was to go in there and say that I'd never speak to Damien again. I couldn't do that, he saved my life, I couldn't just abandon that.

It was less than ten minutes before Damien pulled up, he stepped out of the black Audi and immediately ran to me, wrapping his arms around me and just let me cry for a bit. I felt safe in his arms.

"Let's go?" He looked at me and then back at the house as if to say, maybe we should go before Jacob notice's and get's angrier. I agreed with him, if Jake knew that I'd asked Damien to pick me up he could freak out. I stood up slowly, stretching my legs and began walking to the car, the whole time Damien had his arm around me, comforting me.

"Get your filthy hands off her!" Jacob yelled and stormed out into the front yard. He looked at me like I'd betrayed him before settling his manic eyes on Damien.

"Just calm down, Jacob." Damien eased his hands off me and raised them in the air as if to surrender. I stood there panic stricken, I knew Jacob was out of control.

"You sick son-of-a-bitch!" He yelled, and before I knew it, he had lunged at Damien.

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