A/N

I dont know why I tried to sneak back in the house, quietly when I knew damn well Jacob would be wide awake, waiting for me, pissed as ever.

Yes, I'm aware I promised I'd be home by nine and it was 1AM but I had so much fun! We went clubbing-and I made extra sure to stay away from alcohol- and then we went back to her place where we did the usual sleepover things like doing each other's hair, pigging out, and talking about boys. Things we did before she turned into an apologetic boyfriend stealing house-wife.

Sam was fast asleep as the two of us chattered and emptied out his pantry and fridge.

This was the first real break through we've had since the whole imprinting incident and I was surprised that I had even considered to join her in her girl's night.

It didnt seem wrong to blow off Jacob for a night with Emily because Jacob and I could fuck anytime! What was so special that he had planned? He already proposed to me so what was next?

My heels in hand-with an aching back as well-I climbed the stairs to my bed room and felt his presence. He was probably burning up.

Rounding the corner into our bedroom made my heart stop a little because the light was off. He mustve been asleep.

Holding my breath and trying to reduce as much noise as possible, my feet made the wood floor creak under me. I cringed at the noise that seemed so loud in the silent house.

"Where have you been?" his voice was deep and rung out in the room, almost knocking me off my feet.

I jumped and restarted my heart when I switched the light on and saw him sitting in his favorite cushioned rocking chair that creaked just as loud as the floor. His half naked body was tense with anger and I knew I was in for it. His husky voice was harsher than usual when he asked me again.

Oh, it was just Jacob; he was harmless. The worst he would do was yell at me and give me the cold shoulder which was something I could endure.

His frown was planted firmly on his gorgeous face and his knuckles were white from clenching the arm rest so tightly. He was not happy.

I smiled anyway and cutely flipped my hair around, whiffing my shampoo's fruity scent in his direction.

Jacob hard expression and darkened and fogged over eyes showed he wasnt amused but I still took a seat on his lap.

"I know I'm late. I'm sowwy," my voice's pitch match my daughter's for a second but he still looked at me with this raging burn in his eyes, boring his feelings into my brain. Even the eyelashes didnt work on him cus when I batted, them he simply rolled his eyes and sneered in disgust.

"Where. Have. You. Been?" he grunted with grit teeth and a clenched jaw. I kissed his forehead gently and he shivered. My finger began to scratch through his scalp as if he wasnt even mad.

"I was just with Emily. We just went to a club and then we-"

He turned worried. "Oh my God, did you drink?"

"No, I didnt drink! ...the hell?" I was offended. Just 'cus I went to a club doesnt mean Im stupid enough to let alcohol pass my throat when I was carrying a child!

He shook his head in disapproval as if he didnt believe me then to show he was really ticked, lifted me up by the waist and set me down in his spot in the arm chair as he began to pace.

"Im not mad that you were late. It's just...I wish you wouldve called so I wasnt worried."

"Worried? Jacob, I was just in Forks."

"That's not the-" his voice arose from his regular calm volume but he shut his mouth and eyes. His nostrils flared with anger as every other muscle on his body flexed and shook.

"That's not the point, Lee. I need to know where you are at all times," he fumed with his voice back to normal.

Oh, God. I didnt need a lecture. I was late, shit happens! A grown women should be able to come home whenever she wanted!

"Fine! Im sorry! Wont happen again, dad," I finished the conversation off before it ended in a fight. I bounced off the chair to get to the bathroom and cleanse my face.

His growl was deep in his throat and moments later, his hands had gripped my wrist, preventing me from passing him. He pulled me towards his front so our eyes would meet.

"Dont get an attitude with me cus you came home late," his breath was hot on my face and his black eyes forced their piercing stare into my skull.

"Maybe I wouldnt have an attitude if you just trusted me," I said this through my own set of grit teeth and retrieved my hand back with my emotions now askew.

"I do trust you. Im just worried about-"

"What? Me? The baby?"

"Lee-"

Everything else was blocked out as I stomped to the bathroom. I ran the faucet then drowned my wash cloth in it. I cant believe he didnt trust me! Was it so wrong to have a little fun sometimes even if I was pregnant? I wasnt stupid. I knew not to drink and do anything dangerous in my condition. I think he forgets sometimes that Ive done this before. Ive carried around life inside me once before and I was perfectly qualified to do so again!

"Leah, I love you so much but you really hurt me tonight."

Ok, maybe it wasnt right that I hadnt called. That wouldve made things a little less tense. Id admit that much.

My body simmered back down to 108.9 degrees.

Just when my lips parted to apologize to him, he began to speak.

"I dont care how many guys you got with tonight but you cant bring that here. Not in this house and-"

My eyes grew big and excited at his statement.

"Is that what you thought I was doing? Cheating on you? Are you fucking crazy?" My yelling led to him raising his voice.

"What else could you have been doing?"

"Laughing and dancing and smiling and enjoying myself! Things I've been deprived of for the passed six years!" I may yell, scream, ignore and belittle Jacob at times but hell would freeze over before I ever cheated on him! He was the fucking love of my life! What kind of sick and twisted character did he think I was?

"That's your own fault!"

My light colored irises fogged over as my pupils dilated and shot daggers at him. "You really wanna fight about that right now?"

Well, the time has come.

Time for everything to get aired out in the open.

Time to elaborate on a subject that Jacob insisted wasnt important when I returned.

Time to get to the root of why I left.

"In fact, I do! It's time the truth came out! Why did you leave me, Leah? Huh? How would you feel if I left you only to return with the high expectations of you to take care of my child?"

His body heat was radiating onto mine as he closed the space between us. I could just feel his muscles ripple in pain as the beast inside of him was begging to be let out. His tan skin was vibrating with fury while his veins popped with white hot blood.

He was resisting the command his body was aching for. Self control was the key, here. One second of weakness and it could all be over.

"I was scared! Sue me!" I yelled back at him and he only rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Of what! Me? What have I ever done to give you the idea of being scared? I've always held you close at night when you cant sleep and told you everything was going to be okay when you were scared! I held you as you cried about Sue and you have the nerve to say you were scared?"

I bit my lip, popping a blood vessel. It healed within the same second.

I couldnt even answer him.

Because it was so obvious.

Nothing.

He did absolutely nothing for me to fear him.

So just like a habit, I ran.

I went in the opposite direction, back into my bedroom.

Stripping the dress and jewelry off, it left me in just the black silk of my undergarments. The breeze chilled me and formed goosebumps all along my slender arms.

My silence didnt stop him from breaking me down with his questions that would be left unanswered to both him and myself. If I didnt even know the answer, how could I tell him anything?

"Leah, are you even listening to me? Leah, look at me! Look me in my fucking eyes!" he was yelling now, his breath ruffling my hair around when he exhaled. My muscles tightened as he continued to screech at me, pain clear in his voice. This seemed like one of those moments where I should keep my mouth shut and just take it but I, Leah Clearwater, couldnt roll that way.

"You know what, Jacob? I can do whatever the fuck I want and I dont need your fucking approval! Im my own person and if I wanna go to a club, then I'll go to a club! What gives you the fucking right to tell me what I cant and can do? Unless your fucking name is Harold Clearwater, you dont have a shit's worth of control over what I do! I can do whatever the fuck I want!" I was crumbling over my own words while tears began to squirt in my eyes, threatening to ruin my make up.

"Not when you've got my child inside of you!" He roared this at me and I could just imagine Baby Doll's horror if she were home to hear us.

"Your child? Last time I checked, I'm giving birth in seven or eight months! This is my child!"

The bristles of his scruff and hairs on his arms rose high at attention in frustration. "And there you go being so selfish! You kept my first daughter away from me and now you wanna keep this one to yourself as well? ...the fuck is wrong with you?"

I just stared at the ground and my own beast from within was threatening to be let loose. The pressure sweat drenched my brow as I tried to stare down the erratic man that stood before me.

"Baby Doll is my daughter, too and you kept her from me. You let that little girl go through six years of her life believing she didnt have a father who loved her when in reality I was here the whole time wondering where the fuck my precious girlfriend had gone!"

I wasnt gonna let him see me cry. He wasnt worth the tears my face muscles were holding in. My mouth opened only to tell him the worst thing I couldve ever said to him.

"Baby Doll is hardly your daughter. You've known her for two months. If anything you're not her father but a stranger whos filling in for her real father. Or at least that's what she thinks. Get the fuck over yourself Jacob because do you remember how she looked at you when you guys first met? She was petrified. And that will always be her first impression. So before you award yourself 'Father of the Year' take a second to realize who's always been there for her!"

Jacob's whole face fell. No words could describe the type of agony that was written all over his face.

The room stayed silent, tension so heavy and thick in the atmosphere you could feel it stretching throughout the house, adding its own heat.

His chest heaved for a couple of moments as he searched me, his expression completely blank. He didnt even look sad or angry. He just looked...dead.

My lips tingled of the poisonous words that passed them and my own chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.

Seconds later, he strode to the side in the direction towards the door but bumped into the TV on his way. He balanced it back on its surface, shot those anguished filled eyes at me one last time that early morning before slamming both our bedroom and front door.

It echoed along with the distant howl that followed his departure.

Sleep didnt come naturally.

This was the first night since I've been back that I slept in an empty bed without someone's muscular and sturdy arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe and kissing my head through a bad dream.

There was a warm and wet spot on my pillow from tears that were falling rapidly out of my eyes. They just couldnt stop and the odd part of it all was that I didnt whimper or whine as they fell painfully down my cheeks. I missed Jacob now.

On a night like this-a cold night-Jacob wouldve kissed the tears away and told me that everything would be absolutely okay. His arms would snaked around my waist to pull me to him and he'd whisper my name in my ear other a thousand times until I fell asleep.

But tonight he wasnt even here.

He was off doing God knows what with God knows who.

I wouldnt be surprised if he did cheat on me. Not saying he'd stoop that low but I wouldnt blame him. I have never said such things to him before. Ever.

He was probably balls deep inside some random slut he found in Forks, letting out all his anger. Or punching a brick wall, imagining it was me while his knuckles bled.

I sat straight up and checked the clock. It was nearing two-thirty and he still wasnt home.

Should I have been worried?

I shrugged it all off and pulled on some random gym shorts that were at the top of the hamper. I didnt realize they were a pair of Jacob's basketball shorts till I saw they reached passed my knees.

My tummy rumbled, entering the kitchen so I blindly grabbed the first bag of chips my hands grabbed in the pantry.

There was a sudden hit of déjà vu when my ass plopped down on the couch. Ive been here before, stuffing my face, regretting almost nothing while regretting everything at the same time.

Do I regret saying those things to my fiance?

Something told me I would one day but I was sure Jacob was going to bust in the door, grumpy-faced and all ready to yell at me some more. Id take that any day than sitting here, worrying and wondering where and what he was doing.

I groaned and threw the chips away when the flavor made my stomach grumble.

Not before long I got back into bed, my cell phone began to ring. I let the voicemail get it the first few times until the ring annoyed me and I finally turned it off. It was probably just Jacob telling me he was on his way home or something.

Turning off the cell was pointless because then the house phone in the kitchen began to ring. It was haunting me a little, that loud ring. So obnoxious and shrill, almost evil.

My feet stomped down the stairs to answer it, purposely making the creaks echo through out the empty and dark house that not even the moon could light up.

"Hello?" I growled right into the receiver without checking the caller ID.

"Leah? Leah!" The voice on the other end was needy and hyped. Anxious and husky...but it wasnt Jacob.

"Paul? What the hell do you-"

"It's Jacob! H-h-h-h-h-h-he's h-h-hurt..."

I could barely understand him because his voice was shaky so I told him to calm down and tell me what was going on. My heart slowed a little, almost ready to stop working because I caught onto the danger he was trying to tell me about.

"Jacob is hurt!" He yelled at me, the information not processing when he said it.

"What are you talking about?" Was I dreaming?

"Jacob was attacked b-b-b-by a pack of v-v-vampires and-" he stuttered to get the words out but his anxiety wouldnt let him. My body was on the floor instantly, my hand struggling to keep its hold on the phone.

"Paul," I growled and my grip on the phone was slipping. The sweat on my palms increased as he continued to fill me in on the damage done.

"Wh-where is he?" I interupted him mid-sentence, my own voice shaking.

"At the Cullen's. Come one, Lee. You gotta hurry. He might not make it."

A/N Ughhhh! DONT HATE ME! JUST REVIEW PLEASE XD