Chapter 4: Family Friends- More than Friends

I sat at the drive thru, my chin rested on my chin. It was boring here today. So slow. Of course, I didn't mind it all that much, it gave me time to sit and look back on what happened. Ellie wasn't working today, probably because I had hurt her yesterday. I sighed and sat back, leaning against the counter. I thought back to all of the stories her brother Briand had told me about her growing up.

"She hasn't had that many friends in her life." He told me as I prodded at a chunk of meatloaf at a local restaurant. "When we were younger our parents died. I had to take care of her like I was her father, but she never liked it so our aunt took us in." I shoveled in a piece of meatloaf then looked back up at him. He took a drink of Sprite and continued. "She hated our aunt because she always favored boys over girls, so if you ever talk about family members, she'll often refer to our aunt as myaunt. When she was twelve she ended up really depressed and tried to commit suicide." I gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

"That's awful!" I whimpered. He nodded.

"I know. She spent a year in an insane asylum. She's still on her depression medication. Just recently she tried to commit suicide but I kept that a secret from everyone." He leaned forward and pointed at me. "Don't you tell anyone about it or she'll end up having to go away." I shook my head, chewing my food. I swallowed.

"Gossip isn't my cup of tea, so I'm not going to say anything." I replied, taking another bite. He nodded and leaned back again. "So," I chewed, swallowing, clearing my throat. "How did she?" I rolled my hand around, trying to find a way to say it.

"The first time she swallowed a handful of staples, the recent one she OD'd on her depression medication." My jaw dropped. Oh my god that was scary. I cleared my throat and pushed my still half full plate away from me.

"Well…that's ducky." I muttered. He just laughed dryly and paid for the meal.

My manager Alex came in, his hair messed up, his eyes narrow. I looked away from the window at him confused.

"What's up?" I questioned, noticing he looked tired.

"Slow today, I just woke up." He mumbled. I laughed.

"You just woke up? Weren't you here before me?" I questioned, a snicker on my face. He nodded.

"Yep, I woke up from drooling on the counters." He replied, stumbling forward. I laughed and shook my head. It must reallybe boring for Alex to fall asleep. "You can go home if you want, Stacy's coming in to take over drive thru." He replied, checking my station. I had completely organized it as a result of being bored. I smiled and nodded.

"Thanks dude, now I can go home and keep Stormy company." I replied pushing myself off of the stool. I took off the headset, turned it off and put it on the makeshift headset rack.

"So how is she doing?" He asked, looking at the monitors. I shrugged my shoulders.

"She's fine, why?" I asked, looking at him, getting this small, sinking feeling that there was something wrong.

"Well she told me she was having some problems with Pierre. I guess she says she's starting to feel like a sinner. She has a heart open for someone else she met outside of her home." He replied, looking back at me. "Apparently it's got Pierre all worked up and he's been getting mad lately." I looked away from him down at the floor. I shook my head slightly, pressing my lips together, my eyebrows furrowed.

"I didn't notice that they were fighting, they always seem lovey dovey and hanging all over each other and laughing when I'm around." I looked at his face. He shrugged.

"I don't know dude, when I had the night off she called up Laurna crying." My heart pounded. Stormy was crying? She hardly seemed like the type of person to do that, except when she was being haunted by eight legged creepy crawlies. I looked at the door, my head swimming.

"I should get back to her to see what's up, take care Alex." I headed out the door, punching out on my way out. Pushing the door open I stepped out onto the sidewalk and started on a dead run down the sidewalk towards the apartment. I ran across the highway, almost getting hit by two cars, but I dodged them and kept running. I felt angry. She couldn't fall in love with someone else! She had to stay with Pierre! They were married. I closed my eyes, a couple tears trickling down my cheeks. I was crying?

Reaching the parking lot, I stopped and wiped my eyes with the back of my arm and proceeded to look for Pierre's car. It was gone. He must have gone to work already. Running I circled the building and came in the front door. The girl behind the desk said hi to me but all I did was wave at her and head for the stairs. They were quicker than the elevator. Reaching the fifth floor and dashed down the hallway to Stormy's door and barged in. She stood up quickly and came over to me, confused, frightened.

"What's wrong Seth?" She asked, noting my fast entrance and my fast breathing. She was alone. There was no one here. Which was a damn shame so I could catch her in the act of cheating on him.

"Who is it?" I asked, looking at her through narrow, dark shaded eyes. She looked at me confused.

"Who is what sweet heart?" She asked, walking me to the couch. Turning she headed into the kitchen and grabbed a cup and proceeded to fill it up with water and ice.

"Who do you love that's making you and Pierre fight?" I asked. She stopped. She stared at the wall with a shocked expression as the water overfilled the cup, drenching her hand. She jumped once an ice cube hit her hand. Reaching up she turned the water off and poured out some of the water. Drying off the sides, she brought it in and put it on the stand next to me, her hands shaking.

"Seth, you don't understand." She whispered, sitting next to me. I felt anger flare through me. I didn't understand? What wasn't I understanding? Her cheating? Or the anger between them? She looked into my eyes. "Seth, I know what you are." She brought forward. I gasped, the anger flooding through me till I felt nothing. I stared at her confused. "Oh god Seth I know, I know and Pierre doesn't want me to think about it. He knows about this…superstition, as he would call it," She looked away from me, her hand clutching around mine.

"H-how…how do you know?" I whimpered. She looked up at me and smiled.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice it about me." She looked away. My eyebrows bunched together in confusion.

"notice what?" I whispered. She leaned forward, her nose touching mine.

"I'm not as young as you think I am." She whispered. Pulling away, only then did I see them. Around her mouth were light wrinkles. Standing she walked to the stand by the window on the other side of the room and opened the drawer. Taking out a cell phone she flipped it open and scrolled through it, slowly making her way back to me. She sat next to me again and held it out. I took it from her and looked at the Highlighted name. Leah Clearwater. I gasped and looked at her. A rush of images came back to my mind of a pretty, blonde haired girl talking with Leah on our front porch. I recalled her doing cartwheels in the side yard, I remembered her laugh, her smile. God she never stopped smiling. I looked at her terrified. "She's your sister, right?" She whispered. I nodded, feeling tears rush to my eyes. I pushed the talk button, it started ringing. My bottom lip trembled as I knew she wasn't going to pick up.

"Hello?" A man asked on the opposite end. I put it to my ear.

"who's this?" I choked.

"Seth! How did you? What? How did you know this number?" It was Sam. I sniffled.

"It's my sisters cell phone, of course I'm going to know the number." I whimpered. He grunted on the other end, sounding confused.

"Stormy? Whoa, wait, Stormy…Leah's friend Stormy? Didn't she move to Canada?" He rambled. I grunted.

"Yeah." I whispered.

"Then how the hell did you get her cell phone?" he questioned. I looked at the blonde sitting next to me and sighed.

"I'm living with her." I replied. I guess it was time to let them know where I was. I leaned back, nibbling on the thumbnail on my left hand. He grunted.

"So you're in Canada. Keep yourself safe bud." He replied. I nodded as if he could see it.

"So, how is everyone doing." I questioned. The words made me feel…alone, hollow.

"Fine, Carlisle's been storming around, we've all mainly been staying in the pool all day. Bella's getting into canvas painting and Edward's been her model. I never heard a vampire tell another vampire to stop moving once they were already still as a rock." He chuckled. But that wasn't what I meant by everyone. I meant myeveryone.

"How's Ella doing?" I whispered. He went quiet, then sighed.

"You don't want to know Seth," He replied.

"Yes I do," I insisted.

"No it'll only make you angry."

"No, I want to know!" I snapped. Stormy jumped. Sam was quiet for a couple seconds then spoke.

"She left with Jake yesterday." He replied. My forehead crinkled.

"Left? Where?" I prodded, wanting all of the details.

"Oh Seth, they were married and yesterday they left for their honeymoon." my heart stopped. Married?! I felt fire run through my veins.

"What the hell!" I screamed. "She didn't even wait for the body-" I pulled the phone away, my arms shaking. I started punching myself in the leg. Stormy screamed and grabbed at my arm. I pushed her away and pushed myself to my feet. The anger was so thick. I never knew I could get so mad. I pulled at my hair and bent over screaming. "SHE DIDN'T EVEN WAIT FOR THE BODY TO GET COLD!!"

"Seth, Seth! Punch this." Stormy got off the couch and pulled out the futon. I walked over and started to slam my fists down into the mattress. Feathers started to fly everywhere. I put my fists through the metal frame. I screamed as the metal sliced my arm open. The smell of blood reached my nose. I ripped my arm out, blood splashing in a long stream. I grabbed it and started to pace as I waited for it to heal. Once it was healed I lashed out and grabbed the phone from Stormy.

"Well that's all fine and freaking dandy! Tell the bitch I hope she rots!" I screamed and closed the phone. I started to pace around the room, circling the couch as Stormy put the futon back. There was puddle of blood on the floor. She walked out into the kitchen and got a bucket and a rag. I stopped as I watched her bend down and started to scrub it. I had forgotten this was her house. I destroyed everything. I sniffled, tears coming to my eyes. I bet Ella didn't even think about me once. Walking into the kitchen I grabbed another rag and came in, helping her with the mess.

"you don't have to." Stormy whispered. I shook my head and continued scrubbing.

"I do, I'm sorry about all of that." I apologized. She looked at me and put the rag in the bucket. I stopped and stared at the watered down puddle. "If you're wondering who Ella is, she was my girlfriend, the woman I imprinted on. She's the daughter of one of my vampire friends, but the thing is, Jacob -our pack leader by right- imprinted on her as well. She hit him with her truck twenty years ago and only was able to get to know him because she thought he was a regular wolf. She eventually found out what we were and decided to stay with him.

"We were confronted by a vampire who wanted to kill her and in the final battle I lost my sister and half of my pack. I lost Ella too, or so I thought. Somehow she managed to survive, but she had become a damphier. Jake didn't like it, but I didn't care. I loved her, and I knew that no matter what happened, I'd always love her. Then the Volturi took her away. That was right around the time I met you for the first time. That's why I didn't seem at all too happy. She managed to come back a year ago, but she brought her sister which was another girl Jacob had imprinted on. She suffered through it all." I looked up at her with a hurt smile. "We were to get married after she ended up killing her child that she thought she lost that night she died. Twins. She killed both. She had ended up paralyzed though and I tried my hardest to take care of her. I thought she was happy with me, but now I see I'm nothing to her. Our wedding was ruined by her sister, Nessie and she almost died.

"Finally, the final showdown was fueled by the loss of her best friend who was a human. She killed her sister, and decided to choose Jacob over me. So I left and came here. I couldn't stay with her. I couldn't stand to be around her and Jacob when they made those eyes with each other." I whispered, feeling a tear trickle down my cheek. She reached forward and laid her hand on my cheek, making me look up at her.

"Seth, I know this doesn't help at all, but…you imprinted on a narcissist." She replied. I felt my heart burn. How could she call her that! She didn't even know Ella!

"No she isn't! She thinks about more than herself!" I hollered.

"She thinks about them and how they will effect her positively." she said simply, softly. My nose crinkled. I was about to scream at her when her lips crushed mine. My eyes opened wide. I couldn't stop it. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me. She panted as she pulled her lips from mine. "Let me answer your question from earlier." She shoved me back against the couch and sat on my lap facing me, her lips pecking mine. My fingers twitched with the urge to shove her away. Her tongue glided across my bottom lip. "You, you're the one I fell in love with." She wheezed. My eyes snapped open as I glared at her. Grabbing her I shoved her back, forcing her wrists to the floor.

"You won't last fifteen seconds with a werewolf." I snarled. She smiled at me.

"Prove it." I snickered. It was time to erase Ella from my head the same way she did for Jake…the same she did for me.