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26. You're wrong

Leah, he tries to say but realizes what a big mistake when her right hand makes contact with his cheekbone making him almost lose balance, and then her left hand is going for his abdomen making him gasp for air. The veins in her neck are popped and Sam has to close his eyes as he sees Jacob turn into a human punching bag. There's not a spot of skinn that's not meeting her fists as she huffs and growls literally pouring all of her wrath into Jacob's body.

If Sam could stand up and Jacob had not almost killed him, he would've, to interfere with Jacob's soon to be death. Instead since Jacob just pummeled him less than an hour ago, he finds it amusing and a pleasant feeling invades his body as he watches Leah grow angrier with each punch. When she's finally tired and breathing heavily.She turns her head in his direction. And the room's temperature drops in an instant.

Is there in her eyes when she looks at him too. Sam's mouth opens and closes trying to find the words to convey how sorry he is. Of course her face has no bearing of the scars he inflicted when he lost it, but in her eyes he can read it. Every blow, every tear, all the pain is there staring back at him. And he can't take it.

The disgust and hatred he has with himself makes him turn his head down. In that instant he would gladly take every punch and slap. And the single fact that she's not even attempting to hurt him, makes it worse. He doesn't deserve to look at her, but he is certain that neither does Jacob. He had an imprint and broke her heart, broke her. How did she manage to put herself together after the hell she went through because of him, is a miracle to Sam. But now there's Jacob. And he has an imprint. And sooner rather than later, he will break her heart. And break her all over again.

He's afraid this time, there won't be any Leah left to pick the pieces up.

You're wrong Jacob's thought brings him out of the memory. And Sam shakes his head as he watches Jacob come into the clearing.

Renneesme twirls around under the sunlight. The glistening skin of her arms making her look like an angel as she extends them and 's the spitting image of Edward Cullen, with Bella Swan's eyes. She looks lovely, and even though this is only what Sam imagines her to look like. Jacob's admiration is tangible in his thoughts.

Stop it. Jacob says halting the image. Sam's thoughts drift back to Leah.

"I am sick and tired of putting up with your shit. Both of you. Whatever stupid claim you both think you have over me. You can think again. Because it's not happening. I'm not a prize or a toy , and you better get that into your puny brains. I am done with all of it. And if it were up to me, I wouldn't bother my eyes with your ugly faces anymore. But there's many people depending on the three of us. And I'll be damned if I'm letting you screw them over this. Until you think you can work together. I'm calling the shots. Do either of you have a problem with this?"

It was not a competition. I don't own her Jacob explains validating Leah's speech. And starting to sense what Sam's trying to do.

You're wrong It's all he says before phasing back and leaving Jacob to dwell on Sam's confusing memories.

a/N: first. sorry for not updating in so long but i got caught up in "posadas" and all the christmas madness. my mom went crazy because we're celebrating it at my house this year so she went over the roof with the shopping and decorating blablaba . and during one of the few hours i had to read ff, i stumbled across a fic from one of my favorite writers X5-452, and the piece was so good that i just had to see glee( had heard about it but hadn't seen the show). i fell in love with glee, and puckleberry

So UPDATE MAILS of blackwater have been piling up and i haven't been able to read any twi fics. so until the glee fever wears out. i can't promise an update. im forcing myself to update all my stories before christmas because until i shake off the glee I don't think im going to be writting much... .