Chapter Eight is ago!
It's been two days since I got home. It's been two days since I beat my step father into the ICU. It's been two days since I was arrested. It's been two days since Tori and Aaron bailed me out, and since we all know Stu wouldn't press charges, I had nothing to worry about. It's been four days since I fought with Jacob's pack. It's been four days since he took his place as Alpha by ordering all of the other wolves to -and I quote- 'Get the fuck off my imprint!' After that I howled and ran off. I was too fast for him to follow.
Tori has had all of my stuff sent over from Forks, but my bike was damaged. Apparently some pale face girl took her anger out on my baby with a crowbar. Bella's a little cunt. One that I'm considering killing.
And what makes it worse? The full moon has been and gone but when I woke up I only had half the amount that Tori and I agreed on with no explanation as to why. Bitch. I'll so be having fucking words with her.
I kicked Stu out two days ago when he rolled in at four in the morning with a bag of weed the size of my head. That's when he had a bitch fit and we fought. Well, he fought while I beat him. To say that the police were surprised when I called them to say that I'd just beaten a man into unconsciousness is an understatement. They were even more shocked when I put up no struggle as they cuffed me and pushing me into the back of the car.
"Why'd you do it?" One of the police officers had asked me, all of his cop friends turning to wait for my answer.
"Why the hell not?" I replied as my cuffs were taken off. I left without another word.
Since the day with Jacob my eyes haven't returned from their black colour. I've been having more trouble staying calm, and every time I think of Jacob I begin to break. He impacted me way more than I thought possible. It's as if there's a bond between us, as if I can't breathe when he's not there. I don't like it. I've never needed anyone, and I won't let myself fall because of some ridiculous crush on a guy I can't have.
So far, to keep my mind from straying to him I've sorted through everything in the shitty apartment and given away everything that wasn't mine, except a necklace of my mom's, but that's only because my dad gave it to her. To be honest, I figured she'd pawned it off already. I've cleaned every surface in the place, given the bed away to the junk yard that Mom and Stu shared, and basically everything aside from the couch I sleep on, my personal belongings, and the dining room table which only seats two people.
"So," Tori says, apparently over the untimely death of Aaron. He tried to kill someone and got served. "Your mutt lover and his dogs killed Aaron, you need to choose sides. You're either with me, or you're against me." She tells me from her spot at my table.
I stand, snarling as I stalk over to her. She stands too, trying to intimidate me. "Tori, just remember who's the pissed off werewolf in this room." I grit out.
She bows her head, but not out of respect for my power. "I'm sorry, but they need to be-"
"The population of Forks falls under my protection, you'll do well to remember that." I've never been so ballsy in my life, but it feels almost as if the wolf and I are no longer at war, but we're now one. We also share anger and aggression. "I've got a rally in twenty minutes, so are we done here?" I ask, knowing that we are. She nods
"That became painfully obvious." She snarls, rolling her eyes.
Immediately she peaks my interest. "How so?" I demand. I've never been interested in who's faces were on the pictures that Tori gave me for each full moon, but stupidly it never occurred to me that she might have set me on the people of Forks. I mean, I always figured that she had a set list of people, plus there weren't any bodies found while I was there. "Tori, fucking answer me." I growl, completely pissed off with her.
Smirking, she cocks a brow. "You do realise that when it's your time of the month, so to say, you kill mercilessly. You'd kill your own cousin if I asked you to-"
"How would you know I've got a cousin?"
Her smirk shrinks back into a frown. Her frown slowly becomes a disgusted grimace. "She and I have met." She answers. I raise a brow. "You don't truly know her." There's a light in her eyes. I can't tell if it's anger or excitement. It irks me. "She has a past. A dark-"
"Hurry up. My patience is wearing thin and I'm busy."
"I had a mate." Her voice is urgent, the fire in her eyes blazing angrily. "He and I, we were meant to be, but her. Your cousin. She was there. The other one killed him-"
"Are you threatening the life of my cousin? Because, to me this sounds an awful lot like you're threatening to set my furry self on her." I snarl, pushing myself up to stand, stalking towards her. "Listen to me, Tori, you leave pictures beside me and I do your dirty work. That much has been clear for a long time. If you ever, and I mean ever try any shit to hurt my family I'll torch you piece by fucking piece."
We stand there, both of us suddenly seething, for at least a minute before she speeds from my apartment with nothing more to say.
Does this mean that Bella knows about vampires?
Fuck, I mean, I know I've never been the brightest apple, but vampires? Christ, I know I was fucked up when I first turned, but vampires, I turned to the fucking vampires for help. If Tori knows Bella then why hasn't she said before? I know I've got to find out more about what happened to Tori's mate but I've got more important things to think about. A funeral for one.
Shaking my head, I decide I don't care. Well, I do, but I don't have the time to dwell on anything that isn't the ralley. It may sound dumb but this is where I make my money. As a werewolf I've got killer reflexes, incredible senses and impeccable hearing. I'm basically a natural at most sports or skills that require precision. Bikes? They're no problem, so yeah, I make fools of people who train damn hard, but I need the cash.
Quickly, I grab my t-shirt and long shorts, pulling them on before following them with my leather bike suit.
I'm out of the door in a matter of seconds, locking it and making my way over to my bike where it sits, dented. Luckily for me though, she only dented the faring, and I don't really need it, not as much as I need this money.
Four hours later after three shots of tequila as victory drinks, I ride home with eight thousand dollars in my pocket. Of course, the races I do aren't all entirely legal, but this one was with a binding contract and rules to say that you couldn't hurt another rider. Didn't stop number eighteen from ramming into me mid jump. Cunt. So of course everyone turned a blind eye when my wheel "slipped" and took his bike from under him.
Once I'm home I begin searching through every message Nate and I have ever exchanged, all twenty of them since I was twelve. And I soon find his address. I use my cell to call the airport and ask them if there's a flight into England tomorrow morning. Luckily for me there is, so I book myself a seat, saying that I'll pay cash. I'll be damned if he makes me pay for Mom's funeral alone.
After arranging everything, I'm too tired to do anything else, so I simply lie down and sleep on my couch.
I snarl as I wake from my dream. It's not a dream I can afford to be having. Jacob and I will never be together, no matter how much I want him. I'm a werewolf, a creature of the night, one that kills for money, doing a vampire's bidding in order to fund her mother's drug habit. Well, one problem solved I guess. Either way, Jacob is good, and sweet and pure, he's everything I'm not, and I'd rather kill everyone in the world than watch as I snub his light out. He's too good for someone like me. Even before I was bitten my fate was decided. Me, my bike, and rallies. We're San Francisco's problems now. As we always were I suppose.
A sad tear falls down my cheek, and I quickly wipe away the display of hurt. I can't afford to let him hurt me. The sooner we've forgotten one another the better. Something inside me says he's already forgotten me. Everyone does.
My flight leaves in three hours and I've only just woken up, not to mention that it takes an hour to reach the airport. Great.
I pack a simple overnight bag, printing the paperwork off that I need for my bike in the local library after showering. I dress in my usual black attire of skinny jeans, a shirt and my father's FBI hoodie. I think better of the hoodie since it was my dad's and swap it for my usual zip up hooded jacket. Great, I've got black clothes, black hair, and black eyes, if that doesn't scream Emo then I don't know what does. Purely to ensure that I look pissed off at Nate for leaving me, I paint my nails black too and put some make up on. I don't look like the innocent sister you'd bring to meet your in-laws. Perfect.
When my flight lands in England it's raining and cold. Fuck my life. I pull the leather racing gear from my bike's seat and pull it over my existing clothes along with my helmet before swinging my leg over the seat and starting the engine. I suppose one good thing about England is that you only have to be eighteen to drink. I can pass for twenty in most areas, so hell yeah.
The directions to Nate's place is sign posted from the beginning, and it only takes an hour and a half until I'm sitting outside an apartment building. Well, it's housing for a university. Fabulous.
My knuckles sound rough against the door's flimsy wood, and someone's at the door in less than ten seconds. "Uh, hi, sorry but we're not buying-"
"Does Nathanial Nivalis live here?" I ask as I push my visor up. I realize quickly that my glasses don't help as much when the wolf's so close to the surface, so when she turn round I yank them off.
"Nate, babe, there's someone here for you!" She yells, smiling a smile halfway between polite and scared when she looks back at me.
At least he gave me the right address.
A minute or so later a group of four shirtless boys come laughing towards the door with beer cans in their hands. Apparently they all wanted to see who Nate's mystery guest is. I pull my helmet off and he looks at me. "Uh, hi?" He says, recognition nowhere in sight.
"Nate." I say, raising a brow. "Come on, bro, it's only been five years." I add harshly.
"Fuck," He mutters, eyes wide as it settles in. "River, oh my god!" He exclaims, rushing forwards to hug me. I step back out of his reach, and he gets the message, looking hurt as he stop trying to hug me. "Uh, guys, this is my little sister River, River these are my friends and my girlfriened. Carly, Adam, Peter, and James."
I hardly glance at the others. "We need to talk, Nate. It's about Mom." I say, not caring that I'm being rude.
He sighs and rubs a hand over his scalp. "Really, River? You came all the way here to depress me with news of her latest shitty thing."
"Actually, her last."
"Last? She's clean? Oh my god, that's incredible! I never thought-"
"Nate, she passed away four nights ago. I was on vacation and came straight back. I'd have come sooner but things got complicated." Especially since I was in prison for two nights.
He stopped smiling, he stopped laughing, and soon enough he stopped standing. He fell forwards and hit me with a thud. In my efforts of trying to catch him I end up smacking him in the face with my helmet and the protective plating in my jacket. Shit. His friends, Adam, Peter and James each rush forwards, carrying him back inside, while his girlfriend Carly, asks me if I'd like to come in. "Would you like a drink?" She asks me, opening a fridge to show many beers. "We've got alcohol, or we've got-"
"No thanks." I reply, knowing that actually I do want the bottle of tequila that has just come into my sight, but I shouldn't say that.
She nods, wrapping her arms self consciously around her middle. "So, your brother never actually mentioned you." She tells me, trying not to sound awkward. "I mean, he never talks about your mum and dad, either, but he never told me that he had a little sister."
I shrug. "He left to get away from us, why would he tell you about us?" I reply.
She's tall with long legs, an enormous chest, a tiny waist and blonde hair. "I thought that after five years he'd have mentioned you." She mutters, sounding a little betrayed.
"If it helps, he never mentioned you either." I reply, and so a silence sets in.
My brother is passed out for another half an hour, in which time no one talks. But, of course, the first thing he does when he wakes up is spring up and look at me. "Is that a hickey?" He asks me, a grubby finger pointing at my neck. At my neck where Jacob had his mouth the night before I left.
I shrug. "Probably." I reply, trying to keep cool. "Why, do you want to meet him and play the angry big brother? I mean, should I have not told him you existed?" His eyes flit to Carly, and he looks apologetic.
"How did it happen?" He croaks.
"What, the hickey?" I ask, utterly confused.
A tiny smile pulls his lips. "No, dummy. Not the hickey, you know, M-" He stops, a tear rolls down his cheek.
"Mom?" I finish for him, my voice holding no sorrow.
He nods. "How are you being so cool about this?"
"She wasn't much of a mother to me for the past seven years. So, thanks for ditching me, bro." I reply.
His eyes search me. They land on my wrist. No bracelets cover the thick scar. "What the fuck is that!" He demands, a fire in his eyes. He grabs my wrist and stands, yanking me to stands next to him.
I clench my fist and turn my arm in his grasp until the scar is facing the floor, but he turns my arm again. "What do you think it is?" I snarl. "You left me with our deadbeat shit for a mother and her drug dealer of a boyfriend. I tried to take a way out and failed." His face is no longer angry. He turns and runs for a trash can just before vomiting into it. "What, you thought I'd stay helpless forever? I was sick of that fucker beating me into the hospital, and I was sick of having to raise my own money to pay for my hospital bills, and I was sick of everything. So yeah, I took a knife and I started cutting. Next door neighbor found me and called an ambulance. Another treatment I had to pay for." I'm thankful that he doesn't comment on the thick scar that runs half way over my neck. Stu graced me with that one before I was bitten.
"River-"
"Everything in my life has gone to shit, so I hope yours is going well." I say mononously, turning to leave. "Oh, and for the record, I was having a really good time before I got that call, and I think I destroyed the only friendship I had." And I leave.
Nate follows me out into the pouring rain, his hair immediately flat against his head and his pants clinging to his legs. "River, what did you expect me to do? That place was toxic!"
"I know, I tried to get out-"
"Suicide isn't a way out!" he yells, outraged.
I spin on my heel. "Well, it seemed like a damn fine option at the time." I snarl.
We're both silent for a really long time. He sighs and shakes his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere. "So, uh, this guy that's giving my little sister hickeys. Is he good enough for you?" He asks, scratching the back of his neck.
I roll my eyes but nod. "Yeah, he's a good guy. But don't worry, no intimidation needed, I- uh, I stopped things."
He raises a brow. "You stopped thing because he was pushing you? Or you stopped things all together."
"He lives in Forks, wouldn't have worked." I state, knowing that I'm trying to convince myself too.
Nate nods awkwardly. "Did you like him?"
"Do you really want to have this conversation?"
"After that shit you just dropped on me? Hell yeah." He nods, looking me dead in the eye. "I want to know everything about you since I left." He tells me. "Just wait here, we'll go to this little cafe I know. It's nice, and we can talk."
"You should probably bring your girlfriend, seems like there's a lot you need to tell her."
So I wait outside while Nate gets dressed and his girlfriend and he get into his car. I refuse the offer of a ride in case I need to get away quickly. I sling my leg over my bike, making a mental note to grab some new faring from a garage and some new stuff in general.
We only drive for about fifteen minutes before we're all standing around my bike at a small coffee shop. I swing my leg over the side and lift the seat, pulling my bag out while I take my leather jacket off, followed by the pants, leaving my in casual but thankfully dry clothing. Nate and Carly are soaked through to their skin, but neither seem to care all that much as the three of us shuffle inside once I've chained my bike to one of Nate's wheels on his car.
"Hey, Nate, is there anywhere I can swap dollars for pounds?" I ask him, but he waves me off, telling me that it's his treat. "No, Nate, it's fine, I need-"
"Sis, shut up. I'm paying, get over it."
I stuff my hands in my pockets and mutter a thanks as an extremely handsome guy walks over to the counter, ready to serve us. "A little late for coffee, man." He says to Nate, raising a brow. "Is this where you bring all your hot dates?" He asks, his English accent adorably thick as he looks from Carly to me, then winks.
Nate's face hardens. "That's my little sister, don't flirt with her." He snarls, making his order stiffly.
"And what for you, sugar pie?" He says, leaning over the counter to look at me.
I stare up at the board with all of the options on and decide. "Uh, can I get a brownie and a black coffee?"
"You sure can." He says, smiling cutely. "I'll put extra love into making your coffee."
"No extra love for my sister." Nate snarls, pissed that his previous warning didn't do anything. "She's got a boyfriend."
"No I haven't." I reply, smirking at Nate. "Extra love sounds great."
"So we can run off and get married when your brother's not looking?" The guy asks me, fake hopefulness lacing his tone.
I nod. "Totally. Vegas here we come." I tell him, smiling a little while Nate mutters that he'll always be looking to keep me away from jerks like him.
The three of us find two couches to sit on that face one another, Nate and Carly sit on one and I sit on the other while we wait for out stuff. "So, this guy, what's he like?" Nate asks, looking awkward.
"It doesn't matter what he's like, there's nothing going on. I don't think he liked me that much anyhow, he was hung up over someone else." I reply, shrugging as I wrap my arms around myself self-consciously.
Nate shrugs. "I bet she was a fucking troll."
I smirk. "It was Bella."
He stills. "You took Bella's sloppy se-"
"No, they never dated, he just thinks the sun shine outta her ass."
"Who's Bella?" Carly asks quietly.
"Our cousin." I tell her, knowing all of this must be tough on her too. "She's a total cunt by the way, she took a crowbar to my bike, lost half my faring."
Nate raises a brow. "Is she going through an angry phase?"
I shrug. "She was when she did it I guess." I tell him, shrugging again. "Anyway, she's hung up over some other dude, but she's stringing Jacob along, and he was kind of stringing me along, and then he'd actually be interested in me, but then it'd be all about her. I did the right thing."
"By doing what? Who's Jacob? Is Jacob your guy or Bella's guy? It's all so cunfusing." Nate says, rubbing his eyes as the guy comes over with our drinks and food, winking at me to annoy Nate.
"I did the whole couragous deal of letting him go and all that." I tell him, sipping my coffee. It's fucking hot, but I need the caffeen if I'm driving back to the airport tonight. "Anyway, he has hot friends." I joke, smirking.
Nate looks at me for a second before shaking his head. "There's a bro code, his friends wouldn't-"
"One already tried. I must just be that sexy." I joke, but Nate stiffens. "Oh calm down, nothing happened."
"No, it's just that you're not my innocent little buggy anymore." Oh god, not that nicname. "You remember that-"
"Yeah, that lady bug costume Dad made for me when I was six. I remember it in all its glory."
We talk about random shit, filling Carly in on our childhood until Nate asks -yet again- what Jacob's like. I ask him why he cares and he replies that he wants to know what kind of a guy is putting his hands on me, then he adds what kind of guy is fucking with my head by leading me on. "Fine, he's tall and hot." I say, and Nat raises a brow. Carly tells me that she wants more details than that, kissing Nate when he acts offended. "Uh, he's like six foot four, short black hair, tanned. He's cute, I don't know." I reply, genuinely blushing for the first time in front of them.
"Okay, but what's he like?" Nate asks, seeming to actually want to know.
I sigh. "He's really sweet. And he's a gentleman."
"He's not sweet if he's leading you on." Nate says, his tone overly protective.
I shrug. "I don't think he realises how much he likes Bella. Or maybe he thinks I don't realise."
"I don't get it." Nate states, leaning back in his chair. "He's either getting it on with Bella and leaving you the hell alone, or he's with you and leaving her the hell alone." He snarls.
Carly smiles. "I get it." She tells me, smiling. "They both like one another, but this Jacob guy also likes you, but your cousin is in love with someone else, someone that she can't have. I think, and correct me if I'm wrong, that she's jelous of you, and that's making her feel like you're taking Jacob away from her, so she's acting rashly."
Nope. "People don't get jealous of me, I'm hardly competition. They've know one another for forever, and I've known his for less than three months. I'm fine with stepping back since I'm not going back to Forks again, but if I get an invitation to their wedding I might flip my shit."
Brows raised, Carly sputters. "Are you kidding? Of course you're someone for her to be jealous of! River, you have an athlete's body that literally every girl dreams of because it's what ever guy dreams of. Trust me, you're competition for her."
"But she's my cousin, so I'm not."
"How so?"
"Well, if she likes him then I can't too. She's my cousin, family, you can't do that to family."
"She's doing it to you with no second thoughts." Nate points out.
Fuck everything. "Yeah, but I shouldn't have tried in the first place."
Carly shakes her head. "I respect that you have morals, and I respect that you respect your family, but you need to fight for him. When guys are choosing between two girls you have to prove that it's you or her, not that he can have you and stare at her arse when you're not looking."
"Or I could just stay in San Francisco and carry on fixing bikes and entering rallies. That's all I'm good at-"
"Sis, don't take this the wrong way, but what's holding you down there? You could move anywhere in the world. Hell, screw Jacob, go find some guy that deserves you. If he's not all over you then fuck him."
"That's the problem, Nate, he is all over me. I mean, not literally, but he's different around Bella. He seems alive, and like he doesn't have to hide from her." Am I really talking about guys with my brother after just telling him that our mom's dead? Jesus that's sad. "Anyway, I don't have time for a guy. I've got work, and the rallies, and I've got to keep my bike-"
"This all sounds like a lot of bullshit to me." Nate mutters, leveling me with a stony glare. "You either want this guy or you dont, if you want him then go fucking get him, and if you don't then stop whining and find someone else."
The three of us sit in the coffee shop for another hour, talking about everything, then me trying to calm Nate down when he explodes at the news that I haven't been to school in five years. Anyhow, I call the airport, booking a flight to Florida since Renee deserves to know that her sister has died. We say our goodbyes and Nate promises to text me more often, saying he'll call when he can. I smile as I ride away, back towards the airport. I find a good time for a flight and take it, only taking my helmet and a book as my hand luggage, throwing my leathers into the compartment under my seat.
On the plane I end up getting sat next to a single mother and her four year old son. He smiles the entire way, asking me questions about why my eyes are black, why my hair's black, why I have a bike helmet, and so on. Eventually, I ask him if he wants to try it on, laughing when he tells his 'mummy' that the American girl is letting him wear the hat. It dwarfs him, and he looks adorable, like a real life bobble head. His name's Cameron. I tap the glass of the visor, smiling as he giggles his little heart out. He asks me what book I'm reading, and I end up reading it quietly to him. It's Percy jackson, because let's face it, it's an epic book series.
"Thank you so much." Cameron's mother says when we get off the plane. I raise a brow, confused. "I thought he was going to be sitting next to someone who would hate children, it was lovely to hear him laugh. Thank you." She tells me, smiling. I tell her that it's not a problem as I take my helmet back, grinning.
I pull my cell out once I've waited three fucking hours for my bike and I call Nate. "Hey, sis, miss me?" He says, obviously grinning.
"Sure, bro, sure. Hey, just letting you know the plane landed a while ago, but there was a mix up with my bike. One of the tires had been punctured by someone's suitcase, but the airline replaced it, no hassle. they just forgot to tell me what they were doing."
He laughs at me. "They didn't tell you?"
"Nah, I've been waiting three hours." I reply, groaning as I wipe the grime from my eyes.
"River!" Comes a smooth, deep voice.
No fucking way. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I snarl, screwing my eyes closed.
"Who was that?" Nate asks down the receiver.
"Take a wild guess." I grumble.
He laughs again. "No fucking way, seriously?"
"Yeah."
"River, hey," he says. His voice is so much closer now. A few feet away.
"Good luck, sis." Nate says, disconnecting the call.
I groan and open my eyes. "You just happen to be in Florida, huh?" I question, my voice rough and sick of everything.
He nods, looking fucking gorgeous as ever. "Yeah, Bella came up to see her mom and asked if I wanted to come with her, so I said yeah, and here I am."
Of course he's with Bella. Bella who might know about vampires. Maybe she knows about Jacob. Maybe Jacob told her about the wolf thing. "Awesome." I say, pulling my helmet on and turning away before I cry.
"What, you're not gonna ask why I'm here? Why I'm at the airport." He asks me, his feet falling loudly behind me as I swing my leg over my bike and sit down.
I shake my head. "I don't care." I lie, the first tear falling. I'm thankful that he can't see it as I close my eyes and bite my lip. "Have fun, and I guess you can save me the journey and tell her that her sister's dead. Get Bella to leave my cell number so she can tell me if she can be at the funeral or not."
"Listen, River, I know you made it pretty clear that you want us to leave you alone, but why? I-"
"Just drop it, Jacob." I snarl, slamming my hands down on the handlebars. "Yeah, I made it clear that I wanted you all to leave me alone, so please, leave me alone."
He thrusts his hands into his hair and tugs, snarling. "Why don't you get it? I can't leave you alone. Every single part of me screams that-"
"Just don't. I really can't do this." I tell him, looking up at him.
He moves too quickly for me to stop him. Or maybe I just don't want to. I don't know. He stides to stand in my personal space and he yanks my visor open, snarling at my tear stained face. He doesn't let go as I try to move, instead he uses his grip on my helmet to angle my head before he leans in and kisses me, holding my helmet so I can't get away. It's kind of tough to kiss someone from a motorcycle helmet, and soon he breaks away, tugging it up until the bottom of it is on my forehead. Neither of us has the time to think about how fucking ridiculous I must look as his lips come back to mine, pressing softly against them with a certain dominance to his hold on me.
His lips are insistant against my own and mine sure as hell work with his, moulding to his every desire, and soon enough a choked sob works though me as I brace my palms on his chest and push him away. He's here with Bella. He came on a trip with Bella. He's here to see Bella's mom. He may have kissed me, but he's picked her.
I start my bike, shooting off and yanking my helmet down as tears blur my vision. Crying over Jacob Black has become more of a common occourance for me lately.
Fuck him. Fuck Bella. Fuck their happy little lives.
I ride until I'm out of sight from everyone. I ride into a field, leaping from my bike and slouching against a tree, sliding down its trunk until I sit at its base. Hands clasped onto the side of my helmet I scream. I scream as loud as I fucking can, knowing no one's going to hear me. I scrape my nails down the helmet's surface, balling my hands into fists before thumping them into it, slamming my head back against the tree in frustration. "Fuck!" I scream, letting the tears fall freely.
The thrumming of an engine gets my attention, but I don't glance up. It's probably some dumb kid who- "River, please, just listen to me." Oh my fucking god. Won't he take a fucking hint?
I stand, ripping my helmet off and launching it at the floor. "What?" I bellow angrily. "What the fuck have you got to say? Just leave me the fuck alone!" I yell, my sobs shaking me.
He shakes his head, pissing me off. "I can't leave you alone. Not now, not when you're like this." He tells me, taking a tentative step closer to me. I take one back but my back smacks the tree's rough surface, trapping me between itself and Jacob's advancing form. "You keep running away from me, and the wolf hates it. He thinks that you're toying with us because you know we'll follow you. He says that you're ours and no one elses, that we need to prove that to you. When I look at you, my entire world lights up, everything falls into place and nothing seems too hard to tackle."
Lies. It's all fucking lies. He's probably fucking Bella by now, he probably thinks I'd make a nice bit on the side. "I feel your discomfort, you know. All that anger, all of it's for me. What have I done?" He asks, stepping yet again closer. He passes my bike, plucking the keys and slipping them into his shorts. Not the pockets, the actual shorts. "Tell me what I've done." He says, a slightly demanding note to his tone.
Shaking my head, I bravely extend my hand. "Give me my keys and let me fuck off." I snarl, my canines growing with my claws.
Sighing, he shakes his head. "I can't do that." He says, crouching beside my bike and running his hand along it. "You see, I figure if you really wanted to that you could probably come and get the keys from me right now, so," with a mighty grin, he yanks something from my bike. The sound of metal scraping metal hits me just as one of the wolves runs into the clearing. Jacob holds out three metal pipes. "Give these to the others, she doesn't get them back until I say so, got it?" He orders, and the wolf nods, taking the pipes and running off. "I flicked through a manual on your bike and figured out which pipes you absolutely need to get so far as the end of the grass in this clearing." He tells me, shrugging. He pins me with a heated glare, those damn eyes melting as he looks over me. Fuck, why is he so sexy when he's demanding?
A heat spreads through me with the intensity of his gaze, but I don't let it show. He smirks anyway. "That's better. Arousal is always better than anger, unless of course you're into being a little rough, then I think we can handle either." He teases, but I don't find it funny. Not even slightly.
"Let me explain what I need to, and then you can run off. And I'll chase you, and I'll catch you, and we'll kiss. Eventually... eventually you'll stop running from me." He says.
"My kind, in order to find the right mate, have a thing called imprinting. It's basically the spirits pointing out who's right for them-"
"Let me guess, they put a fat pointer over my head." I snarl sarcastically, but he smiles and nods. "Go fuck yourself, everyone knows that you want Bella, so do us all a favour and leave me the fuck alone. The two of you can skip off into the sunset and-"
"Just shut the fuck up!" He screams, lurching forwards and grabbing my hands, slamming me into the tree behind me and pinning my hands above me. "Why don't you get it? I don't want her. She's nothing to me. If your condition for being with me is that I never see her again then it's done, I'll never think about her ever again, just please, please don't leave me again." He snarls, his head dipping to my neck.
I gasp as his teeth find the enormous bite mark on my neck.
He steps forwards and lets his hips pin me in place, one hand holding both of mine above my head as the other one skims down my side. "Who did this?" He asks me, biting down with just enough force to get a whimper out of me.
Am I really submitting? "My maker." I mutter stiffly.
No. I refuse to submit to him.
I pull against his hand, my strength so much more than his own. As my hands work themselves free both of his snap, grasping my wrists.
Our eyes meet, warm brown to emotionless black.
I don't know who did it, but the next thing I know we're toppling over my bike, mouths all but biting one another as our hands claw desperately at one another. Our lips clash hungrily, teeth smacking, all sorts of gutteral noises emitting from both our chests.
Jacob ends up on top of me, my wrists once again pinned above my head, this time as his hips grind down on my own making me snarl and hiss against his lips. He groans, tongue running desperately on its quest for entry to my mouth. I find myself pulling away, gasping as I turn my head to the side. My breath comes in short sharp pants as Jacob's lips dance down my neck, teeth nipping at me every so often, getting me to arch into him.
Fuck.
Once I've caught my breath -or maybe Jacob just gets bored of my neck- Jacob's lips come back up and claim my own. And sure enough his tongue is soon begging for entry, but yet again I pull away. "What?" He asks, pushing himself up to hover above me.
"You don't think it's a bit weird?" I question, but he merely raises a brow, effectively asking me what I'm on about. "I just don't see the appeal to sticking your tongue in someone else's mouth, that's all." I huff, realising that I fucking submitted.
He grins down at me. "I don't think it's weird." He tells me, shrugging. "And I certainly do see the appeal, but only with you. Nice description though." He says, grinning.
His grin soon turns to a snicker, a snicker which turns out to become a full on belly laugh which has him rolling off me and wiping his eyes. Yeah, I get it, laugh at me for having fears and doubts. I'm so fucking sick of everyone treating me like shit right now. "You know what, fuck you. I'll hunt your fucking mutts down and get my parts myself." I snarl standing up and ripping my leathers off.
He quickly stands, placing his hands on my hips. "No, no, River, come on." He says, still grinning. I shove his hands off me but he grabs my hands. "Please, no, don't. I'll get them to bring them back, just don't go." He pleads with me, trying to pull me to him.
I shake my head. "Get them back here, Black." I snarl as I shake his hands off, the wolf a little too close to the surface for my liking.
"River, I wasn't laughing at you." He says softly. "It's just the idea that you're this big badass wolf who could tear someone's throat our with her bare hands, but you're bothered by making out." He tells me.
"No, Jacob, what bothers me is assholes like you." I growl. "Guys that think they can fuck with everyone's head, and I'm done."
Something in him breaks. I see it in his eyes, those now sad eyes. "Fine," He mutters. "Go, just don't expect me to be waiting for you." He releases a low whistle, and three wolves come wandering into the clearing, coming over to us as a tear falls onto Jacob's cheek.
"I never asked you to wait for me." I snarl as the three wolves drop the pipes by my bike. I ignore them, walking over to it and forcing them back into the right places, and holding my hand out. Jacob drops my keys in it, not bothering to hide a silent sob that shakes him. I stuff my leathers into the bike as I yank my helmet on and swing my leg over the bike. "I trust you can tell Renee about my mom so I don't end up killing someone." I say, starting the engine up and driving away without looking back. Only, I probably will kill someone. After all, it's what I do. I'm dangerous. Tori could set me on anyone and I'd be none the wiser.
Fuck.
Why do I do this?
Why do I ruin everything?