Right after my argument with Jake I had packed my bags, grabbed Naomi and drove to Charlie's. It was the one place I could go to, my one save haven. I had tearfully explained to him what happened as best as I could, without telling him about werewolves and imprinting. He couldn't know about that.
I was up in my old room at Charlie's. He had kept it exactly the way I left it. I was curled up in fetal position on the bed. It was pathetic. I was pathetic. At least Naomi didn't have to see me like this; she was sleeping soundly next to me. She was confused when I woke her up in the middle of the night but she was too tired to bother questioning me.
I knew I should probably get some sleep but sleep was impossible. The pain ripped through my chest as silent tears slid down my cheeks making dark spots on the blanket. This room had too many memories. Memories of people, well sort of people, that didn't want me anymore. When he would sneak into my bedroom at night and sing me asleep, when Jacob would call and I would sit cross-legged on my bed eagerly listening to what he had to say. It was all over. I was a just stupid, weak human.
I could hear bits and pieces of Charlie's conversation with Billy, Jacob's Dad, on the phone. I didn't want to hear my Dad's accusations but I could anyways. "How could he do that?" Charlie shouted. "You know what happened last time! I don't know if she'll be able to live through this." I knew what happened last time. I knew all too well what happened last time.
"How could he leave her for some girl he just met?" Charlie shouted. I put my hands over my ears, trying to block out the conversation and squeezed my eyes shut tight. "What about Naomi, my Granddaughter!" He paused. "Don't give me that! She's your granddaughter too." He listened for another minute then hung the phone up. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at the wall. I watched it fall to the floor but didn't go to retrieve it. I buried my face in the pillow and cried myself to sleep.