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"Mackenzie! Please wake up! Please! You can't leave me Mack!" someone pleaded as another whispered: "Please, please, please." over and over again. I groan and attempt to move, afraid that it would hurt. But it doesn't it. I quickly opened my eyes and scanned the room. Matt is on my right holding on to my hand as tears stream down his face. Embry is hovering over my head, tears also streaming down his face.
"I knew you wouldn't leave me!" Matt sobbed as he pulled me up into a tight embrace. I hugged him back tight, realizing that he didn't get hurt, and that my little brother was safe.
"Your okay." I sniffed, grabbing his face in my hands, searching his face for any inkling of being injured. He gave me a water smile and pulled me back in. I pulled away and turned around, wrapping my arms around my best friend, relishing the moment that he was okay as well. He hugged me back just as tight as Matt. I looked around the room, everyone seemed to be fine and I felt my body wash in relief. But I hesitated, realizing something was missing. Someone was missing. "Where's Jacob?"
Everyone in the room tensed up, looking at one another for an excuse to tell me. I stood up, "Where's Jacob?" I repeated myself in a more serious and demanding voice. I heard a door open and seconds later, Bella Swan walked by. She gave me a solemn glance and walked out the door. I gave everyone in the room an appalled look as I rushed down the hall and to Jacob's room. I busted open the door and froze in my tracks, a hand covering my dropped jaw.
There laid in a broken heap of bruises and cuts, laid my Jacob.
A small cry escaped my lips as I backed out of the room, a few tears falling down my cheeks. But sadness left me almost immediately, anger replacing it. I felt my whole body lurch forward as I ran out of the house, my body shaking and my conscious losing all control of my actions.
"You did this to him!" I yelled at the pale brunette as she got into her piece of shit truck.
"Wha-" she stopped, looking at me confused.
"Mackenzie I think its time you come inside." Sam said in a stern voice from Jacob's porch.
"Your a sick egotistic bitch!" I could feel my face getting redder, "All you care about is yourself, and I am sick and tired of you getting your fucking way! He is mine! Do you understand me?" my voice was starting to crack under the pressure, "MINE. And if you ever come back to this reservation," I seethed getting in her face, "So help me God to not destroy you on the spot." I spoke in a low threatening voice, getting my point across to her thick skull. She didn't say anything, she stood their motionless with an expression of both confusion and shock.
"You shouldn't have done that." Sam said shaking his head as I returned to the house.
"To late." I replied in a monotone voice brushing past everyone.
I quietly opened the door, taking small steps to him. His face was contorted in pain and I felt a couple of tears streak down my cheeks. I dropped to my knees beside his broken figure. I rested back on my feet and placed my forehead on his bed, "Please be okay." I murmured, my body shaking with sobs this time.
"Mackenzie?" a voice rasped out. I shot my head up to see Jacob looking at me with lidded eyes, "You came." he choked out.
I laughed and wiped the tears away, "Of course I did you idiot." He shifted on his side, wincing in pain as he did, "You need to rest." I stood up and straightened on my clothes. As I turned to leave a warm hand shot out to mine, intertwining our fingers.
"Don't leave." he rasped out.
I looked back at him as he shifted, giving me room to lay beside him, "I don't know…"
"Your not going to hurt me." he mumbled, closing his eyes and gently pulling me down. I laid down reluctantly, staring up at his ceiling. "What are you thinking about?" he whispered, his hot breathe tickling my cheek and neck as he wrapped an arm around my torso, pulling me closer to him. I sniffed, but didn't answer. "I love you, Mackenzie Zera Dawson."
"How do you know my last name?" I laughed, turning my head to face him, our noses almost brushing each other.
"I know people." he smiled at me. I lightly shook my head and looked back up at the ceiling again. "Your beautiful."
"Thanks." I blushed.
"Especially when I make you blush." which made me blush even harder. "Why'd you run out earlier?"
"Nothing." I snapped back to reality.
"What's wrong?" his arms tightened around me protectively.
"Nothing." I sighed, "I need to get home."
"But-" he protested, but I was already out the door.

"Where have you two been?" my mom screeched as me and brother walked in the door.
"They've been at Sam's." my father answered form the living room.
"That gives them no excuse! You two are never home!" she continued from the second stair, glaring at us as we stood their frozen in shock. "What has gotten into you two? I feel like I've lost my kids." she sighed, rubbing her forehead and then crossing her arms. "Have- Have you joined a gang?"
"What? No!" I spluttered as Matt replied with a: "Does La Push even have gangs?"
"Then where have you been? And who is this Sam person you two hang around with? It sounds like he controls your lives!"
"Something like that." Matt muttered.
"Sam is-" I piped up, but dad cut me off.
"Sam is a youth leader for the teens of La Push. Not necessarily about Religion, but about helping teens make the right decisions." If I wasn't in on the Big Secret, I would have believed him too.
"Oh well," my mother spoke more calmly, "At least call before the both of you go missing." Matt and I nodded vigorously as she ascended the stairs, "Had me worried sick." she mumbled.
"We need to talk." my father said giving us both a stern look before heading to the garage. My brother and I exchanged looks before reluctantly following him.

I sat on the hood of the '69 with my legs crossed under me, Matt leaning on one of the headlights. My father stood in front of us, his face hard and I could tell he was holding back his anger.
"I know things have gotten a little jumbled up, and your adjusting as best as you can," he sighed, crossing his arms, "But I can't have my seventeen year old daughter-"
"I'm sixteen dad."
"My sixteen year old daughter spending the night at her boyfriends house."
"I was not! I was at Emily's."
"You have got to realize that Billy is my best friend, your like his own daughter in more then one way."
I groaned and palmed my face.
"And you," he turned to Matt, "Can't decide to come home whenever you feel like it. You still have curfew."
"But I patrol-" Matt tried to defend.
"You don't patrol until 11, your curfew is 10. I want you in this house by 9:30. Understand?" he said in a stern voice. Matt sighed and nodded in defeat. "Starting now, both of you have to return home for school, have your homework done before you leave, and return before dinner. After dinner, you may leave but you have to be back before 9:30. We clear?"
"But that gives us like 3 hours to hang!" Matt argued.
"'hanging' is for the weekends." he gave us a look that said the conversation was over, and he walked out.
"What am I going to do?" Matt groaned running his fingers through his hair.
I shrugged, "At least I have an excuse for Jake why I'm not around."
"Woo hoo for you."
"Ass." I laughed and walked away heading for my room. He stayed behind to whine to himself about tough being a werewolf was. I really did feel bad for him though, as much as I'm not happy with my situation, I am the one you lucked out. Poor kids stuck in his over grown 15 year old body until he decides to quit phasing. But then again, I'm stuck with a hot headed 17-year-old-stuck-in-a-20-year-old-body werewolf whose in love with someone else.
We both lose actually.
Thank you La Shove, you really have changed our lives.