Chapter 2

Jacob's P.O.V

I walked as quetly as I could across the lawn trying to remain unoticed. It didn't work.

"What are you doing Jacob?" a voice asked to my right.

I jumped. Edward was leaning against a tree, arms crossed.

"I'm going home," I replied.

"When are you going to tell Renesmee?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

He walked forward.

"Don't lie to me Jacob Black. When are you going to tell her?" he demanded.

"She shouldn't have to know. I don't want her to know. She doesn't deserve to be burdened like that... like I am," I said.

"She already is! She knows something is wrong so you may as well just come right out and say it,"he said.

I took a step closer.

"No," I whispered.

"Do I have to?"

"NO!" I shouted.

I began to shake. I couldn't handle any of this. No one knew but Edward and he only knew because he was a mind reader. I took a deep breath.

"I'll tell her when I want to okay?" I said more calmly.

He nodded. I continued to walk back to my house.

I was so depressed and feeling worthless that I ended up stopping at Sam's for the night. It turned out everyone was at Sam's. I sat down in a chair and stared at the table.

"Hey Jake," Quil said sitting next to me.

I gave a nod of aknowledgement and continued to stare at the table. Quil stared at me.

"Are you okay man?" he asked.

"I've been better," I mumbled. "I'm just tired. I'm gonna go to bed."

I got up and lied on the couch facing the back of it. I lied there staring at it, in self loathing. How could I tell Nessie something like this? I hated myself enough already, hurting her would make it worse. So I may as well keep it a secret... and just hurt myself instead.

There was a slamming door when I woke up. I sat up ready to kill something. Sam was standing in front of me, the others strewn around the living room.

"Whats going on?" I asked.

"I know whats going on Jacob," Sam growled. "And it's going to stop."

"What is it to you Sam?" I asked.

He continued to glare at me. After a long silence, Seth spoke up and talked in a quiet voice.

"Your our brother Jake. We don't want you hurting yourself."
I looked over at the little twirp. He looked so sad. No matter how annoying he could be he was like a little brother. And he looked up to me. But how could you look up to someone like me? Someone who hates themself so much that they...

"Who told you?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Edward," Sam said.

I growled. No matter what it took, that blood sucker would be dead by the end of the day.