"Myren?" a voice called frantically. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

I slowly opened my eyes and couldn't see the guy who was holding me, like a baby.

"Thank God you're alive! How are you feeling?" the person holding me asked. I pulled myself closer to the person, their body heat was so high. It felt as if it was defrosting my skin.

"Who?" I asked. I wondered if the person could hear me; I only breathed the word.

"You don't remember me?" the person asked. "It's Jacob."

"Jake?"

"Yea." Jacob was walking me somewhere, I didn't really care, I just cradled my head on his hot chest. "What luck! A house!"

Jacob then started running and I heard him close a door behind us. He then walked into a room and I heard water running; a bathroom. I was able to feel the steam from the hot water as it poured into the tub.

"Here," he said, putting me into the tub.

The water stung my skin, but it was a pain that brought so much pleasure (non-sexual) to me. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall.

"Myren," Jacob said.

"What?"

"I thought you were dead," he said. "We all saw the picture of you without your jaw."

"What?"

"Did you get it sewn back on?"

"I don't understand."

"For the past eight months, everyone in La Push thought that you were killed by Steven," Jacob said.

I opened my eyes and glared at him. I was about to say something when I noticed the bathroom. "Where are we?" I asked, getting nervous.

"I found this house in the middle of the forest," Jacob answered.

"No," I whispered. I got up out of the tub and realized that Jacob had taken me back to Steven's house.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Around seven PM. Why?"

"No, no that's bad."

"What's wrong?"

I ran into the bedroom and changed into some dry clothes.

I then ran into the kitchen and took out a box of ramen. That was easy and fast to cook.

"What's wrong Myren?" Jacob asked, walking into the kitchen.

I turned to him, a little confused about what to do. Steven would be able to smell his scent.

"You need to go," I said, walking over to the sliding glass door and opening it for him. "Now."

"What?"

"Steven's going to be here soon and he doesn't like it when I talk to others."

"What? Steven?"

"Yeah, he imprinted on me and now I live here with him. Didn't he tell you?"

Jacob shook his head. "Myren, we all thought you were dead. We haven't heard about you or Steven for eight months."

I closed the door and sat on the couch. "But he told me that he visited Sam."

"He lied. Steven never goes into La Push."

"Then why were you in the forest?"

"I was on patrol and I heard you yell for help."

I got up off the couch and went in the kitchen to start preparing the ramen. I got out a big pot, filled it with water and put it on the stove.

I sat down at the table and Jacob came to join me.

"What do you know about Nikki, Steven's first imprint?" I asked.

"Well, I know that he killed her," Jake answered. "Sam said that he pushed her down the stairs. But before, Nikki was a very nice, quiet girl, like Kim and Emily. She would always go everywhere with Steven."

"I'm forced to stay here though."

"Maybe Steven's just taking a lot more precaution because he already knows what it's like to lose an imprint."

I got up to see if the water in the pot was boiling yet. Nope. I hope it does soon, it's already 7:38. I went to go sit back down at the table.

"How could he have imprinted twice?" I asked.

Jacob shrugged. "I don't know. Imprinting is just something we'll never fully understand."

We just sat there for a while. I was just so happy that I had someone to talk to besides Steven and Old Myren. Steven was a douche and Old Myren was just too mean. Was I really like that?

I walked over to the boiling pot of water and put ten packs of ramen in it. I then walked over and stood in front of Jacob.

"Jake," I said, dropping to my knees.

"What? Are you okay?" he asked, a little puzzled.

"Please," I said. "Please, you have to get me out of here. I hate this. This isn't how I want to live." I stopped talking when I was on the verge of tears. I haven't cried once here and I don't plan on starting.

"What do you mean?" Jacob asked.

I stood up and lifted up my shirt to show him the "tattoo" Steven had given me. "He pinned me on the ground and did that with a knife. He rapes me. He beats me. He makes me do chores!"

Jacob sat there shocked. His eyes were locked on the carving on my stomach. I lowered my shirt back down to get his attention.

"How could anyone do that to their imprint?" Jacob asked himself.

"He's not right," I said.

I glanced back at the clock: 7:59.

"Go!" I said, grabbing Jake's hand and leading him to the door. "He's going to be home in a few seconds."

Jacob walked outside, then turned to me. "What about you?" he asked.

"Come back for me tomorrow at eight in the morning," I said. "Now hurry!"

Jacob phased into a wolf and dashed into the forest.

I ran back inside and grabbed the Frebreeze and began to frantically spray it everywhere in the house. By the time the can ran out, I heard Steven enter the house.

I ran back into the kitchen to finish the ramen.

"Hey Myren," Steven said, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "How was your day?"

"It was good," I said, trembling a little.

"You cold?"

"Just a little."

Steven walked over to the thermostat and raised it up a bit. "There you go," he said.

"Thanks." I took the seasoning packets and put them in the pot, making the ramen a soup. I then took out two bowels and served Steven and myself.

I watched as Steven sucked it down, but I barely touched mine.

"You alright?" he asked.

I nodded. I was twirling the spoon around in my hand.

"You don't seem alright. What's on your mind?"

I looked up at Steven who had a look of concern on his face. How could someone so evil care for me so much?

"What did you do today?" I asked.

"I went to work and then to La Push, like I always do."

"What did you do in La Push?"

"I talked to Sam. He said that Emily might be pregnant."

"Really?" I asked, a little of the Old Myren coming into my voice.

"Yea."

"How far along is she?"

"About three weeks."

I looked back down at my spoon. I struggled on what I was going to say. Part of me just wanted to shut up and wait for Jacob to come tomorrow. Then another part of me wanted to confront Steven, and call him out on all his crap.

"Tell me something," I said.

"Just as long as you remember your place," Steven said a little suspicious as to why I was talking so much tonight.

"Did you love Nikki?" I asked.

"Of course," Steven scoffed. "I imprinted on her."

"Right. And do you love me?"

"I tell you I do everyday."

"That didn't answer my question."

"Of course Myren! I love you with every atom in my body," Steven said. He was looking so scared at what I was saying. "What are you getting at? Are you feeling neglected?"

"No."

"Are you jealous of Nikki? Because let me tell you, ever since I imprinted on you, I barely think of her anymore. There's only you in my heart!"

"Why can't I go outside then?" I asked.

"I told you, there's vampires."

"Then come with me."

Steven started to get a little red. Either he was getting angry or nervous that I had him in a corner. "There's a lot of vampires, I wouldn't be able to protect you very well."

"Then why do you have me stay in a house in a forest full of vampires that you wouldn't be able to protect me against very well?" I don't know why I never questioned him like this before.

"The house is very safe," Steven simply said. He didn't bother to go into details. He just left it at that.

"I see."

"Myren, why are acting like this?" Steven asked.

I knew I shouldn't have said it, but I couldn't help myself. "I went outside today."

"What?" Steven shouted as he shot out of his chair.

"I wanted to just feel the breeze and feel the snow," I said.

"Myren! Do you know what could've happened if someone saw you?" Steven screamed.

I shook my head. "Why don't you tell me?"

"You could've been killed!"

"Oh yea," I said, still using a very calm voice. "I was seen by someone, just a vampire. I don't remember her name-"

"You met a vampire?"

"Yes, and she told me that she had spoken to Edward, who had spoken to Bella, who had spoken to Jacob, who had spoken to Sam, who said that as far as everyone knows, I'm dead." I smiled at my lie. I think that I'll be my old self in no time. I just hope that I'm a lot nicer than Old Myren.

Steven just stood there dumbfounded.

"Not only that," I said. "But you haven't been La Push at all."

Steven looked a little mad now. "They're lying to you!" he shouted.

"Or you are."

Steven walked up to me and slapped me across the face. "I would never lie to you!" he shouted.

I looked back at Steven and glared. "You never went to La Push, did you?" I asked.

Steven grabbed at his hair. "No! No! This is going all wrong! Tonight was supposed to be special!"

"What are you talking about?" I questioned.

Steven reached into his pocket and then got down on one knee. In his hand was a small box which he opened, revealing a golden wedding ring, just with no diamond.

"Myren Estrada," Steven said, a little sheepishly. "Will you marry me?"