Sorry I didn't upload last week, i was having difficulties with my laptop, so here's last week's and I'll put up the next chapter tomorrow when I get the chance to.
Enjoy!
"JUMPER" - capsule
Anger, stress, and secrets,
they won't break you. Wake up.
Put aside your pain, and, moving freely, speed up. Landing, stepping, jumping, jump(er).
I stomped up the stairs, making sure to make the sounds extra loud to emphasize my frustration. Fucking Paul had to go and lie to my mom saying that I was drinking at a party! Well…he was kind of telling the truth, but he only told the truth to get me in trouble and save himself! I guess this just goes to show that all that stuff my parents were telling me about how the truth will set you free is a bunch of bullshit!
I reached my room and slammed the door shut. I clicked the lock and kicked my shoes off, letting them fly and hit the wall. I fucking hate Paul! I wish he were dead! How was I supposed to know that he was in love with me? I mean, yeah, I know he had a thing for me, but not love! I never would have expected him to say shit like I belong to him and that one day we'll make a family together. A shiver of disgust ran through my core, leaving tiny splinters in my nerves that I couldn't shake loose.
I groaned and flopped onto my bed. I pulled the covers up over my head and shut my eyes, desperate to go to sleep so that this whole day could be over! I should have taken Joseph's offer and left Mike Newton's party with him. Stupid shrooms for making him turn into a fucking monster!
My mom walked upstairs and went straight to her room, trying to give me the silent treatment. Whatever, I can outlast her. Besides, I already know for a fact that she'll bring it up as soon as she sees me tomorrow morning. She'll be like "Daniela Marie! I thought I raised you better blah blah blah!" I rolled my eyes, dreading that conversation.
I shut my eyes and focused on falling asleep, listening to my breathing. Then I heard a light thump, like something had fallen in my room, like a book or something. Oh well, I'll pick it up tomorrow. The covers were pulled away from my body, but I pretended I was asleep. It was most likely my mom, wanting to talk to me about my behavior earlier. Whatever, if she saw I was asleep, she'll probably drop it.
The mattress sank and I felt two hot arms wrap around me. What the fuck? Okay, now I know for sure my mom would never crawl into bed with me. And Liam hates my guts, so he's not attracted to his step-daughter like most step-dads.
I felt the pillow sink down and then heard a low sigh. The voice of the sigh was deep and full of authority and had that little tint of arrogance in it. Son of a bitch!
"Paul? What the fuck are you doing?' I hissed, keeping my voice low and menacing.
Paul's body tensed up and I felt him shaking with apprehension. "Uh…" he mumbled. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe?"
"Motherfucker!" I yelled, sitting straight up. I shot my gaze at him and saw he was still in his police uniform.
Paul put a finger to his lips. "Be quiet!" he whispered.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, speaking at a normal tone and octave.
"Danni! Shut up!" I heard Liam yell from his bedroom. The sounds of my mother trying to comfort him accompanied his agitated order.
Paul let out a low growl and his fists clenched. "I don't like him talking to you like that," he snarled.
I rolled my eyes. "What are you doing here?" I whispered.
Paul leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I missed you," he cooed, resting his head at the crook of my neck.
"Dude, it's been ten minutes," I whined. "Grow a pair."
Paul chuckled. "I don't like being away from you. You'll find out why soon."
"Can't you tell me now?"
"Nope, I want to do it at the bonfire in front of the others."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I sat back and pulled myself out of Paul's embrace. What could be so important that he can only tell me it at some lame-ass bonfire? Seriously, the only things told around a fire are ghost stories, which involve vampires and werewolves. Paul's not trying to tell me he's a vampire right?
Paul sighed. "You'll find out eventually, now, you need your sleep." He pushed me back down to the pillow and pulled me into his body.
My rage brimmed over me and I almost pissed myself I was so angry. I finally get the term "pissed off". "Get out of my bed," I hissed through my teeth. I tried to turn around to tell that to Paul's face, but his embrace kept me trapped in the position I was in.
"Nope," Paul smiled. "I've been doing this every night and I don't intend to stop."
"What?"
"What?"
"You said you'd been doing this every night," I accused. I looked back and remembered all the dreams I had about the police officer sneaking into my room and holding me to him. Paul was in his police uniform now and he's in my bed with me.
"What about it?" Paul innocently asked.
"You sick pervert," I growled. "You've been sneaking into my room all this time?"
"How many times do I have to say it? You're mine. If I want to hold you, then dammit, you're gonna be in my arms," Paul said. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck.
"If you don't leave this instant, I'll scream," I threatened. I smirked, but soon frowned when I felt Paul clamp his hand over my mouth.
"No you won't," he teased. "Now I'm just going to have to stay like this all night if you refuse to be a good girl and listen to me."
I groaned at his obnoxious self.
"Suit yourself. Goodnight Danni." Paul kissed my cheek and rest his head back on my pillow, right next to my head. As he threatened, he kept his hand clamped over my mouth the entire night. I didn't really get much sleep that night, on a count of the sleeping obsessive police officer lying next to me! The sun poured in through the window, making me grunt at the sight of the arm around my body. Paul was able to fall asleep. He just kept snoring all throughout the night, pushing my anger further and further with every sound he made.
I wiggled myself out of his grip. Slowly, careful not to wake him with the dramatic feeling of my weight leaving the bed, I inched my way off. When I got on the floor, I was relieved to see Paul there under the covers deep in his sleep. His breathing was even and I could tell that it would be a while until he woke up. Smiling to myself, I left my room, tip-toeing to my mom's room.
My mom was already up, dressed to go to work I'd assume. What she has to do on a Sunday, I have no idea. Liam was gone too. He probably went off to some Klan meeting. "Mom," I whispered, poking my head through the door.
She turned to look at me from the dresser. "So you came to apologize for your behavior last night?" she asked expectantly.
Dream on! "No," I hissed. "I gotta show you something!" I signaled for her to follow me to my room. Paul was going to get it now! As soon as my mom saw him sleeping in my bed, she'd have him fired from the force. Then she'd have no choice to take my side finally on every altercation that Paul was against me in.
I rushed to my bedroom, my mom stomping behind me, a little annoyed with my childish behavior. Whatever, she'll get over it as soon as she sees the obsessed police officer sleeping in her daughter's bed. I reached my door and kicked it open, letting it smack against the wall, even cracking the dry wall a little bit where the doorknob hit. "I GOT YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I screamed at Paul. However, I was faced with the horror of an empty bed. The covers were on the floor and my window was open. That motherfucker!
"Daniela Marie!" my mom yelled. "What did you just call me?"
"What?" I asked. My mouth dropped in terror as I realized that my mom thought my insult to Paul was meant for her. "No! I-"
"I don't want to hear it! You're grounded." My mom stormed out of my room, leaving a fuming me in the middle of the floor. I ran over to the window and looked outside. It was a sunny day and actually really hot. Weird. However, there was no sign of Paul!
I cursed under my breath and then felt two muscular arms wrap around my waist.
"Don't worry," Paul whispered into my ear. "I hid in the closet." He buried his face in my messy hair and inhaled, moaning a little bit.
"You sick fuck," I growled.
Paul gave a low chuckle. "Whatever," he mumbled. "Anyway, what did you wanna do today?"
"What do you care?" I snapped. I heard my mom's loud footsteps go down the stairs and out the door. Awesome, now I'm all alone in the house with fucking Paul. I tried to shake him off me, but his grip was too strong.
"I told you that we were going to spend the day together to make up for leaving early yesterday," he said as if it were really obvious.
I groaned. Was this asshole serious right now? "Paul!" I whined. "I'm not going to help the stupid community, so just send me to jail."
"But then I wouldn't get to see you," he teased.
"Just a plus to getting raped in the shower."
Paul sighed. "Whatever," he said. For a while he was silent, just standing there with me trapped his embrace. "I'll introduce you to the pack."
The pack? Is that what police officers call one another or something. "I don't wanna meet your stupid friends."
"Too bad." Paul swung me over his shoulder and walked out of my room and into the bathroom. He glanced around for something in there for a brief moment and then set me on my feet. "Take a shower and I'll put some clothes on the counter for you to wear." He then walked out, leaving the door open behind him.
I rolled my eyes and closed it, immediately hearing Paul's orders for me to leave it open. I just left it unlocked and hopped in the tub, taking off my clothes behind the security of the curtain. When I started the water, I heard Paul walk in to set my clothes on the counter.
"I'll be in your room," he said as he walked out.
I growled under my breath. How the fuck did he even know which drawers on my dresser had which articles of clothing in them? He took way too short of a time to guess and check, so that meant that he went through them before. I gagged at the thought of him sniffing my panties or using one of my socks to jack off.
When I was done with my shower, I grabbed the towel Paul had set on the counter (how did he know which cabinet we kept those in?) and dried off still standing in the tub. I even got dressed behind the curtain, finding that Paul had chosen a long-sleeved black shirt and regular blue jeans: very modest clothes that wouldn't bring any male attention my way. What an insecure freak. I stepped out of the tub and brushed my hair a few strokes and just put it in my trade-mark ponytail.
I trudged back into my room, where Paul was sitting on my bed, just waiting there. When he saw me, a wide smile appeared on his face. "You look beautiful."
"Paul, it's fucking hot outside! Why did you choose these clothes?"
"Because I don't want anyone eyeing you."
I knew it. I decided to wear flip-flops to at least keep my feet cool. Paul stood up, still in his police uniform, and led me outside. As soon as we were out of the house, I began to pant with the abnormal heat. The sun glared down on us, making my forehead start to get a little sweaty.
"Must be a heat wave," Paul mumbled to himself.
Thanks for the update Mr. Weatherman. I got into the police cruiser that was parked across the street. I would've fallen asleep on the way to wherever the hell we going, but I didn't trust Paul…at all.
Paul sped down the road, looking kind of eager to get to wherever we were going. He was still smiling that dumbass smirk he wears and he had one arm around my seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked, resting my head on the window. It was so hot inside the car. Paul had the AC blasting, but wasn't it cooling me off fast enough.
"To my friend Sam's house," Paul answered. "There you'll meet the pack and hopefully get along with them."
If they're anything like Paul, I don't think I'll get along with them. "Whatever. How long do I have to be out today?"
"The whole day."
I shot up straight. "What?"
Paul chuckled. "I'll drop you off at your house at eight."
I glanced at the clock in the car: 7. I smiled and sat back, smug.
"-At night," Paul added, laughing as my smile disappeared.
Thirteen hours with Officer Paul Meraz? "Paul!" I whined. "Why? I'm supposed to be doing community service anyway, not hanging with you! Or is being around you a form of community service?" I laughed at that: being Paul's friend gave you community service hours. What a loser!
Paul shook his head absentmindedly. "Would you rather hang with me or pick up dog shit?"
I smirked and gave him a look that said he needn't ask.
"Well, too late to decide anyway. We're here." Paul pulled up to a small two-story house that looked kind of like its wooden exterior was rotting a little. The wood was really dark and chipping, which I think is a bad sign. We got out of the cruiser, shocked by the overwhelming heat once I was away from the AC.
"Son of a bitch!" I growled. "We're supposed to be in La Push, not fucking Mexico!"
Paul chuckled. "It's just a little heat wave. It should be gone by next week." He grabbed onto my arm, pulling me into his body. He put his arm around my shoulder and escorted me up the dirt path to the house, where he just straight-up walked inside without knocking.
I grew tense at all the muscled freaks huddled inside. All of them had to at least be some amateur bodybuilder or something: their abs were frickin' defined and their broad shoulders helped to emphasize their powerful chests. Wait, no one was wearing a shirt!
"Paul, did you bring me to an orgy?" I hissed in his ear.
I felt Paul start to get hot with humiliation. His face turned red and he glanced down at me with a shocked expression. "N-no!" he stammered.
The guys in the house burst out with laughter, rumbling the walls with their deep voices. I shyly smiled back and sort of slouched over to make myself smaller, and therefore, less noticeable. The guys here all had Paul's build, so I could probably take one at a time, but all at once, I'm fucked.
Paul noticed my tension and he took a little step in front of me, puffing out his chest. "Guys," he said in a voice full of authority (the biggest guy rolled his eyes), "this is Danni."
A various round of Heys and What's ups sounded out from the group. Paul went down the line, introducing me to Sam (the biggest guy there, with the most serious-looking face), Jacob (eh, he was okay looking. I like his body more than his face), Embry (I think he tried hitting on me at school…), Seth (he'd be hot if he didn't have such a baby-face), Quil (ok, what the fuck kind of name is that?), Collin (he tried to puff out his chest like Paul's, but he wasn't as impressive-I mean big! He wasn't as BIG as Paul…Paul's not impressive…), Brady (he's kinda cute), and Jared (he was just stuffing his face with a muffin). "Leah's not here and the girls are out doing some girly stuff."
I just waved at the crowd of muscle men. I suck at meeting new people, especially when I think a few of them are hot, or one in particular. I made sure to flash my smile in Brady's direction. He looked back at me, his eyes widening, looking sort of scared. Maybe he finds me intimidating. Oh well, I'm totally fine with being the dominate one in a relationship.
"Does she know?" Jared asked as soon as he swallowed his muffin.
Know what?
"No not yet," Paul said, "I figured I'd tell her at the bonfire tonight."
Anger, Stress, and Secrets / They won't break you / Wake up / Put aside your pain, and, moving freely / Speed up / Landing, stepping, jumping, jumper
