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Rachel.
My eyes snapped open once again and I sat up, sweat running down my neck, face, and chest and my heart beating a million miles an hour. Jacob sat up as well, hearing my heart beat that fast probably sent him into a panic attack. I took deep breaths looking at Jacob every few seconds to help calm myself down. Flashbacks of when I was a kid ran through my mind, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and so on just like Alice's vision. I saw my mother getting taken away and murdered right next to Sarah, Jacob's mother, I was almost sure of.
I hadn't realized I was lying on the floor screaming and frantically throwing my arms around, and not on Jacob's floor anymore, I was on the living room floor with Rachel, Paul, Billy, and Jacob with me. Everyone but Jacob was a few steps back watching my tantrum, and I could even feel my eyes rolling back into my head as more visions came into my mind.
Jacob was a little kid, with Sarah, standing behind him and lifting him up and kissing his cheek. Jacob when he was six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and so on like the vision with me, and Rachel and what I thought was Rebecca playing on the beach with a pail and shovel and Sarah helping build a sand castle, and missing person signs with Sarah's face on them.
I sat up right quickly looking around the room, Rachel was crying into Paul's chest, Paul was cringing, Billy was wide eyed, and Jacob didn't know what to think of any of this. And soon the question I'd been longing to ask came to mind and I immediately spat it out.
"What was your mom's name?" My question shocked everyone in the room, even Rachel stopped crying to look at me with a shocked face. Then all I could see was Jacob, as he shook his head confused. "Don't shake your head, just answer!"
Jacob gulped down and finally answered my question. "Sarah,"
I ran my hands through my hair, and felt the tears build, and pressure being put on my head, and my heart fall into my sunken stomach.
"Oh my God," I whispered. Everyone looked way taken aback, with questioning faces. "How did she die?" I whispered to low for human ears to pick up on.
Jacob shook a little and answered. "She went missing and we never found her." His voice was just as low as mine, if not lower.
"Jacob," I ran my fingers threw his short hair.
"You know what happened, don't you?" He whispered even lower.
I shook my head yes holding back the tears that were just threatening to slip out of my eyes. Jacob's eyes were a little glossy, but he probably wouldn't cry... yet. Seeing him like this made the tears start to come out as he pulled me closer to him and hugged me in his lap.
"I love you," Was the only thing I could think to say, for I didn't know if he wanted to know what happened just yet.
"I love you too," He whispered into my hair. Paul probably heard the whole thing, considering he was the only other person in the room who wasn't human. "What happened?" His voice was still to low and at this point I don't even think Paul heard it.
I took a deep breath. "My mom was murdered," I started and Jacob shook just a little trying his best to keep from phasing. "along with your mom." Jacob's grip tightened around me a little more, but I was able to handle it better than any human. I knew Paul would tell Rachel soon enough, and Billy, would find out from Jacob and I probably.
"Who?" The one question I'd been determined to find out myself. I wanted so badly to answer that, but I couldn't for every time I'd get the chance to see them, the light would block their faces.
I shook my head into his bare chest. "I don't know," I sobbed.
A little over a week, a week, no one has talked about the conflict of my parents and Jacob's mother. Everything seemed like it's gone back to somewhat normal. Rachel's still being Rachel, Paul still stressing over asking Rachel to marry him, which was postponed until sometime this week after the breakdown. Billy's still asking his funny comments, and Jacob still being sarcastic and loving all at the same time. Me on the other hand was still a bit skeptical about everything that happened around me, still trying to figure out who murdered my parents and Jacob's mother.
The dream hadn't come back to me lately and I had been doing everything I could to give me a dream at night, but unfortunately my nights have all been dreamless. I've tried eating myself to death before falling asleep, and thinking about one thing all day so I'd be able to dream about something. Nothing worked.
On the other hand, I planned to abduct Paul today and take him out to Port Angeles to do a little ring shopping. On his part, well, he's hopeless in the jewelry department, so I made a deal with him; he has to help me get a job somewhere close so I can start pulling my weight.
Jacob disagrees and says I'm being ridiculous and that he was fine with doing things for me, but he also agreed after I told him I felt a little uncomfortable with having his family do all this for me.
Alice and I have become pretty close over the past week and as soon as I could afford it, she was dragging me to go apartment shopping. That's when Jacob really flipped. He threw a fit when he thought he was losing me, but the secret is he's living with me. It won't be too soon and we'd both be eighteen before I could afford one, anyway.
We were planning on the newborns Alice was seeing to arrive at dawn of next Sunday. Luring them to the clearing wouldn't be hard; using Bella's blood as trail marks would make them crazy.
Momentarily I was waiting for Rachel to leave to Emily's so I could finally call Paul.
"Please," Rachel begged, her small hands wrapped around my right hand, and lower lip pouted out.
"I can't," I defended. Rachel's been nagging me for the last ten minutes to go to Emily's with her, when that would ruin my entire plan.
"And why not?" She stood up straight and placed her tiny hands on her hips.
"Well, you see, Jacob and I are um, you know, planning to, uh," Damn. Lying to Rachel is harder than it looks when her spotting hazel eyes are looking right threw you.
She seemed to come to a realization. "Oh," She spat out, her eyes widening. "Sorry, guess I'll be out of your way than." She raised her eyebrow and started for the door.
"Oh, no!" I quickly stepped in front of her to block the door. Did she really think I'd even consider telling her when Jacob and I were going to get dirty? "He's just taking me out, S'all." She smirked and shook her head stepping out the door rolling her eyes.
"Sure," I heard her mumble under her breath. I rolled my eyes the same way she had and shut the door behind her. I took a deep breath. Step one; get Rachel out of the house: check.
Paul couldn't be on time to save his life. As usual he was almost a half hour late and came walking up the porch steps casually like he'd done nothing wrong or like I was looking at him furiously.
Waltzing up the porch his brow began to slowly cock in curiosity.
"What'd I do?" His dumbfounded voice asked. My mouth dropped; how stupid could he get?
"You're like thirty minutes late; Rachel's going to be back in like four hours."
"So? That's plenty of time." He grimaced at my tone.
"It takes an hour and a half to get up there if you speed, which means we have a half hour for ring shopping because, we have to be back thirty minutes before Rachel is or she's going to think something's wrong if you aren't here and I'm not either and Jacob is!" It all came out in one breath while I ran to his motorcycle. "You brought your bike?" I exclaimed.
"Well, I didn't know what the hell you were calling me over here for!" He started to shake and I took a deep breath to relax myself.
"Okay, Rachel has her car, Quil has Jacob's, Okay, breath Mitchy." I really started to talk to myself. "Fine, I'll deal with this, but don't you dare try a cop a feel." I looked pointedly at him and her grimaced once again.
"I have an imprint." He said in a duh tone.
"I know, whatever, let's leave before I have a panic attack." Although I wasn't the one getting married, or purposing, I felt it was my responsibility to make sure Paul didn't jack anything up.
Walking into Kay's Jewelers was a nightmare. The most abnormal looking guy – who was fortunately human – jumped from out of nowhere in front of us. He was about five eleven and a little broad, light skin and a creepy grin from ear to ear. He seemed like one of those people who were just too happy.
"Hi, welcome to Kay Jewelers, every kiss begins with Kay, how can I help you?" By the way he spoke you could tell he was gay, but it never seemed to bother me.
"Um, we're engagement ring shopping." I started peeking around behind him.
"Hmm, good thing you brought your wife to be, we have a sale up." He started and before Paul or I could talk again he was already talking away. "Bring your bride and get a ride, fifty percent off every engagement ring and wedding ring perches." His smile was instantly back on his face.
"We – " Before Paul could mess anything else up I stepped in.
"Yeah, we saw an advertisement for it, and we thought, why not?" I reached for Paul's arm and he jumped at the sudden action.
"Very well," The man turned away from us and started for the cases of rings and bracelets. Paul looked at me horrified and I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips giving him a look that said many different things. 'Don't you dare tell Jacob,' and 'You better not fuck up my plan.' A look of realization flashed across his face and that he let his head hang in shame which almost made me laugh.
Stepping up to the cases I could see just how expensive the rings really were; thank God Paul didn't ruin the plan.
"Now," The man at the door started. I finally got a look at his name tag as he went on about every ring in the glass box, Steven. By the time he was done Paul and I were standing alone quietly arguing over two different rings.
"Yeah, but this one has a better cut, and higher carats than that one." I whispered to low for human ears.
"This ones shinier." Paul complained and I cocked and eyebrow at him and rested my hand on my hip. Was he serious? "Okay, fine." He grumbled and finally we called Steven back over so we'd be able to finally buy it, or make the first payment.
"That. Was. Hell." I stated once out of the store. Pretending to be Paul's fiancé is awful; I actually had to act like I loved him for more than a brother, which sent shivers down my spine.
"Wasn't a walk in the park for me either." Paul pointed out.
"No, I suffered for you, because you got what you wanted." I justified pointing to the small bag in his hand.
"Alright, truce," He announced. I nodded and rubbed my aching head.
Too long after I was sitting in Jacob's room starting my search for jobs through the paper. I lay on the bed slouched into a pillow with Jacob curled into my side pretty much knocked out completely. His head lay on my stomach and heavy snores came from his mouth every time he inhaled. I gave up on trying figuring out if that was weird that that sounds of his unbearably loud snoring relaxed me.
He shifted closing his mouth momentarily and pulling me into him tighter. I laughed quietly and sat down the newspaper. I reached over and ran my fingers through his hair continuing that action and leaning my head back.
Things would have been perfect if I could just stop thinking about the newborns setting in at any moment. Of course Alice would notify us if any changes were made, but we were worried if they decided on going with the spur of the moment and coming here now.
They'd be here soon; that was for sure.
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