Don't own Twilight.
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The moons white light rested gently against my white, thin bed sheets, piercing a hole in the blackness of my room. I stared dreamily toward my window as the thoughts from earlier came flooding back to me .
"She said I was the key to her destiny, right," he questioned me as I sat beside him. I nodded towards his question, the confusion still clear in my eyes.
"What if she's the key to mine," he breathed, a glee of hope clear in his voice.
I stared toward him, not sure if he was kidding. Noting the serious look upon his face I sighed.
"Jake, you don't honestly think that you biggest fan is the key to your destiny," I questioned, my voice growing worried. He stared at me blankly, he spoke quietly.
"There's only one way to find out."
I turned my face toward the ceiling in complete horror. I wasn't sure what he meant by that. I hadn't really had time to ask. I then thought back on how he cradled me in his arms. Like I meant the world to him, then my dumb ass had to ruin it. God, why was I so stupid.
I thought back on how he had pinned me against the wall, threatening to go to that women's cabin. I don't know what came over me. If he wanted to leave then he can leave, I have no control over him. But just the thought of him sleeping in another women's house made my body tremble in anger, knowing fully well that he would not be sleeping on the closet floor. I then remembered how he had told me about the key to his destiny.
"She said that I have to find the key to open the pathway between both worlds. She said that if I left it behind then I would be stuck here forever and that I must bring the key with me," his voice was breathless as he stared intensely into my eyes. What is up with him staring at me like that? He always does it?
"So, what does this have to do with my sister. How is she the key," I questioned, not wanting the key to be my sister.
"Because your sister knows me better then anyone. Plus, the women had said that I already found the key. So it's obviously your sister," he stated trying to reason with me. Realization dawned on me.
"Well if it is my sister, would that mean you have to…take her with you," I questioned, not wanting to know the answer. He paused for a minute, thinking to himself.
"Well, yes," he said brightly with a smile that made my insides melt.
My body trembled from the idea of Mariah being the key. I jolt of pain washed through me as I reasoned with the possibilities. It was very likely. He was right, she knew anything and everything about him. The were meant for each other. He was the key to her destiny as she was the key to his. Realization jolted through me at a thought. If she was the key then that would mean she would leave with him, back to his perfect world. Leaving me behind, again. I would be left here, with my parents up my ass about where in hell their little girl went. They would blame me. Meanwhile, Mariah would be living her dream and Jacob would be with his soul mate back in his perfect little world-without me. Tears began to weld in my eyes as reality hit me. I pulled the thin sheets closer to my trembling body as I turned my head to get a good look a the clock.
1:23 am
Ah, shit. I turned back to my ceiling, the moons light still shinning brightly through the windows glass. Restless I sat up, quietly pulling the covers off my body and sliding my feet over the edge of my bed. I looked down at myself, not really know why I had tried to impress Jacob. I had my dark, long hair resting lightly against a very reveling night-gown that I had gotten from Victoria Secrets. Not that I had much to revel, I was a bit self-conscious. This was actually one of the more covered night-gowns that they had on sale, but to me, it reveled much. Though, I loved it never-the-less. It was a silk red and matched nicely with my skin-tone. I continued to stare down at it, feeling stupid and foolish for putting it on. He hadn't even glanced at me. I mean really, what had I been expecting? For him to jump me? I think not.
I pulled myself completely off the bed, the gown pulling up as I slide exposing my naked bottom. I gently placed each foot on the carpeted flooring, feeling it's fluff between each toe. I walked toward my window and unbolted the locks as quietly as I could. I gently slide the window open fully and looked hesitantly at my roof. I hadn't climbed my roof in years. With that thought I quietly slid my leg through the open window, the moons light guided my way. I then slid my other leg through just as quietly. My bare feet felt the tar of the cold roof and I sighed in relief. I gently pushed myself off the windows ledge, slowly lowering myself till my bare ass felt the tar as well. I leaned my back against the house's white wall, relaxing into it. I glanced up at the full moon shining upon me, staring at me with white light. I loved the moon for some strange reason. Whenever the sun goes down, blackness surrounds you. But with the moon still there, the light is was always shining until the sun rises its bright lights again. Very poetic and dramatic. I give myself credit.
My fingers tugged at the ends of the gown, trying to cover as much as I could. Giving up, I remember Mariah's words. How she had said I was plain and boring, that I should do something with myself. I also remember her apology, but the words still stung. With that thought, I pulled my fingers through my long, dark hair, ruffling it a bit at the roots. A chilling breeze cause my hair to flare as my body lightly trembled. I suddenly heard movement from within the room, knowing fully well it was Jacob probably tossing around in the small little closet. A string of guilt spread though me. Jacob was so big, that small little closet wasn't going to be enough after a while. Maybe he could sleep in my bed and I can lock the door just incase someone walks in.
A sudden thought hit me. What if this was his last night here? What if it was Mariah's last night as well? What if he never gets a chance to sleep in my bed? These thoughts caused that's same burning pain to rise through me again. I have too have a plan. Just incase Mariah is the…key to his destiny. As soon as he-they leave, so will I.
I'll drop out of school and get the fuck out of this hell-hole of a house. I'll start a job and get an apartment for cheap. I'll buy my own food and pay my own bills. Then I'll meet a man who doesn't climb through my window. A man who doesn't scare the shit out of me. A man who doesn't cradle me and tell me I am naturally beautiful. A man that doesn't morph into a huge wolf and isn't apart of a huge series. A man who doesn't have girl's fall at his feet. A man who doesn't make me fall for him in less than twenty-four hours. A man who isn't Jacob Black. I will love a man with class. Who wears a shirt every once in a while, who doesn't just leave me without warning. I will love for a man who love's me back. I will not let myself fall again. Never will I have to feel the ragged pain within me, the feeling of rejection welding inside me. Never again.
I felt a sudden form of wetness glisten down my fingers, which were neatly placed together in my lap. I looked down suddenly, watching as the wet drop shimmered down my skin and into the cotton threading on my silk gown. I then felt the same wetness on my cheeks. I lifted one of the drops with my finger, watching it shine in the moons light. Tears. One by one they came. I heard more movement in the room, feeling the same guilty feeling spread though me. Slowly I stood up, holding onto the windows ledge for support. I slid inside my room just as quietly as I had gotten out. I turned toward my window once I was completely inside, feeling the sudden warmth of the room. I slowly glide the window shut and bolted its locks. I wiped my tears roughly as a sudden idea sprang through me. I glanced toward my bed and then toward the closet. I stood there for a couple of silent seconds, my mind debating with my heart.
My heart won. I quietly walked towards the closet door, turning the knob slowly. I peered into the darkness of the closet, letting my eyes adjust to the blackness of the little area. Letting the moons light seep into the area. I then noticed Jacob's sprawled out figure, his muscular back laid at an angle with his right arm pulled over his head. His legs we mangled into the blankets in a very awkward position. I slowly walked into the small area, crouching to the floor. Gently I nudged his arm, not sure if I could carry him…if I could carry him. He made no sign of movement. I nudged him again, but this time with a little more force.
"Jake," I softly sang, still nudging his arm. Nothing. Getting frustrated, I decided I would have to do this the hard way. Gently, I took his arm and placed it nicely around my shoulders. I then took my other arm and wrapped it around his torso. With as much strength as I could, I pull Jake up, listening to a muffled groan escape his lips, but his eyes remain closed. I tried not to giggle as I watched this. Slowly I pulled him to his feet, supporting him as much as I could. We just stood there, waiting for him to wake-up. He opened his eye slowly, looking toward me with confusion.
"Leah," his voice muffled with his eyes half shut. I giggled lightly at this. My arms still supporting his dead weight.
"Come on, big boy. Let's get you in a real bed," I whispered with amusement, walking him toward my bed. He wasn't graceful at all. I had learned this rather quickly as he continued to trip over his large feet. Finally, we made it to the bed. I looked up at him hoping for my sake he would crawl into it himself and not have medo it for him. He looked down at me as if he had finally woken up.
"Get in," I spoke quietly, glancing up at him then back down toward the bed. His face scrunched in confusion as he realized the position we were in. My arm was still tightly wrapped around his waist with his rather heavy arm over my shoulder. Slowly he took his arm off my shoulder as I let go of his waist, still staring up at him. He looked down at the bed, unsure what to do.
"Did I not speak correctly? Get in the bed," I stated again with a little more force. He looked down at me in shock, but did as I asked and climbed into the bed. As he did this, I hurriedly walked toward my bedroom door, making sure it was locked. I then walked back toward the bed, reading the digital, light-up clock on the side of my nightstand.
2:47 am
Wow, was I really on the roof for that long. I walked around Jacob and headed for the other side of the bed. Once I reached it, I climbed up the bed smoothly, then slid under the thin sheets as I pulled them up to my cold body. The night-gown rose half-way up my thigh as I scooted under the sheet. I stared up at the ceiling aware of the ball of heat radiating next to me. Oh, now I'm really not going to get any sleep. Not with Jacob's, hot body laying nice and snug next me. I won't be able to think straight let alone get sleep. Gosh, I'm an idiot.
"Leah," his voice whispered lightly, tearing me from my thoughts. I turned to him in questioning. His face laid gently on the fluffy pillow as his eyes drooped slightly. His hair hung in his face as his body curled into the side of the bed.
"Hmm."
He stared at me then, his eyes opening wider.
"Why am I in your bed," his voice questioned, his face serious. A quick, cover-up excuse formed in my head as I spoke.
"You were tossing around and I couldn't sleep, so I thought you would be more comfortable here," I breathed lightly. Wow, good job Leah. And you didn't even have to lie. He nodded at me, closing his eyes once more. He snuggled deeply into the pillow while I watch with complete fascination. He truly was beautiful.
I turned away from him, not wanting to feel the pain that spread through me every time I looked at him. I stared up at the blackness of the ceiling, my mind and body still awake and buzzing. I pulled the sheets down me slightly, the heat from Jake's body making me warm. I adjust my nightie, making sure it completely covered my breast before I pulled the sheet down to my stomach. A light grunt came from the man beside me suddenly. I glanced toward him as he looked at me.
"What are you wearing," he questioned suddenly. Oh now he notices, figures. I stared at him blankly before answering in a confused tone.
"Um, clothes," I spoke as if stating the obvious. He continued to stare at me, his eye traveling down my body. The blood heated my cheeks at his gaze and I was thankful for the darkness of the room.
"That doesn't look like clothes. It look's like your about too sneak through your window to go see your boyfriend," he said harshly, his eye's digging into mine. Confusion, once again, laced through me from his words. My boyfriend? You mean the one that dumped me for my sister two months ago. He's considered an Ex, buddy.
"Um, no. Where did you get that idea," I questioned suddenly. His cheeks flamed as he stared at me.
"I heard you open the window and when I looked out too see what was going on, your bed was empty," he answered back, accusingly. I stared at him silently as a smile formed brightly upon my face.
"You were checking up on me," I spoke lightly, not answering his unspoken question. He's cheeks flamed again as he spoke.
"That's besides the point. So who is he, what's he look like, can-" he's rant was cut-off by my amused words.
"What guy," I questioned lightly, smiled gently. He seemed to become very flustered as he scooted closer to me.
"The guy you snuck out to see. Who is he," he questioned again, his eyes still lingering on my gown.
I giggled lightly as I watched him, a very giddy feeling busted through me then as I spoke.
"I was sitting on the roof." He stared at me as if I were joking.
"Nu-huh, you went to go see him. Come on tell me," his voice was anxious. I giggled lightly from his reaction.
"No, I'm being dead serious. No guy want's to see me," I stated the truth as I smiled. He stared toward me blankly, his eyes boring into mine.
"So, no one saw you like that," his voice was almost possessive, almost…protective. I shook my head, answering his question.
"Nope."
As if relief had washed through him, he let out a breath and nodded, indicating that he was okay with that.
"Why," I asked curiously, biting my lip. He tensed, but slowly relaxed as he answered.
"Because you probably shouldn't wear that," he said harshly, his words stabbing me as the rejection spread through me. I stared at him blankly before turning back toward the dark ceiling, pulling the sheets over the gown and up to my now heated neck, suddenly self-conscious.
I bit my lip to keep from letting out a soft whimper and kept my eyes on a certain spot on the ceilings wall, trying to distract myself. There was nothing but silence as I turned on my side, my back facing him. Nothing. Just an echoing silence.
After a few long minutes, I heard him sigh to himself, his hot breath causing chills to travel down my spine. Suddenly the thin sheets were ripped from my body, leaving me in nothing but my red, silk night-gown that sat dangerously on my thigh. I shrieked lightly from the sudden chill that travel over my body. I then felt large, hot hands on my stomach, pulling me toward him.
My back was now glued to his built chest and stomach as his large arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. I peered up at him through the corner of my eye as he sighed again, breathing in my scent as his nose left that same hot trail it had just a few hours ago.
"Jake, what are you doing," I ask, my voice was shaky, not wanting him to stop. He froze at my words. Shit, shit, shit. God, I'm an idiot.
"I…don't know," he breathed, his hot breath causing my hair to flare slightly. A sudden boldness shot through me as my next words slid from my mouth without a thought.
"Well, don't stop." I felt his muscles tense at my words. Damn, my idiotic mouth.
Suddenly it was like the fire within him flared. His heated lips were now on the back of my neck trailing up my chin and on my cheek. I gasped in delight as memories from early today came flooding back to me. I turned my head so he had better reach as he continued to trail heated kisses up my skin. He grunted, unwrapping his arms from my waist and gently placing me so I was laying on my back staring up at him. He was suddenly straddling my waist, still kissing my neck lightly. Wanting some sort of control, I brought my hand to his back and gently began digging my fingers into his tense muscles. A growl of pleasure escaped his lips as he began sucking and nibbling my neck. I gasped at the sudden waves of heat that came over me. I grinded my hips into his, causing him to pull away from my neck and look at me. His eyes were filled with lust as he breathed-out heavily, resting his forehead against mine. I breathed in his scent as he breathed in mine, our eyes staring intensely into the others.
Suddenly, something within him click. His eye's widen as he pulled away from me slowly, a thought crossing his mind. His legs still straddled me as the dark bruise on my neck began to form.
"What's wrong," I asked gently not sure what to say. He looked down on me, his voice speaking softly.
"I have a…" he trailed of mid-sentence, but I knew fully well what his was going to say. He has a soul mate. I shouldn't have interfere with their special bond. I nodded in understanding, pushing his legs off me and turning to my side. He sighed hopelessly as he laid down, facing the ceiling.
Soul mate.
A tear slowly glistened down my cheek. Damn it, this is twice the man has made me cry.
"Tomorrow, we'll figure out if Mariah's the key or not," he breath out, his voice sloppy.
"Okay," I breathed, letting sleep overcome me.
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