Thanks so much for the reviews, guys! Hope I didn't keep you waiting long. My drama group is practicing for Far East...Umm...You probably don't know what that is. If you looked at my profile, you'll know that I'm actually from Japan. My school has a drama club, and we're having practice all week to go to a place called Okinawa to present our play to a bunch of other schools from all over Japan. Including Korea and Guam.

ANYWHO!

Hope that you guys enjoy this chapter, and you think it's as good as the last one. Did it make you cry?

~SashaFierce12.0

Chapter 6

Leah's P.o.V.

It's been about a week since Dad died, and I was getting ready for the second saddest moment in my life...Yep. That's right. I was getting ready for his funeral. I was currently in the shower, relaxing my already tense muscles. I ran my first patrol last night, and I was supposed to have another one. But Sam canceled all patrols today and tomorrow because of...Well, ya' know.

Hey. Maybe there's actually some good in him, after all. I'll have to remember to have a little talk with him soon...

I stepped out of the shower and wiped away the condensation on the mirror so I could see myself.

I am beautiful. I am beautiful...I repeated that to myself seventeen times...That's how old I was. Daddy had taught me that when I was little. I smiled sadly and proceeded to what I was doing. After blow drying and straightening my hair, I put on my dress. It wasn't black, I knew that Dad wouldn't have wanted me to where that. Instead I wore a pretty turquoise dress, his favorite color. It reached just above my knees, a lacey trim at the bust, and it had a cute little bow that tied in the back. It was form hugging, and made me look curvier. I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and smiled. Kim, Jared's girlfriend and imprint, had given it to me when I saw it in her closet a couple of days ago. After slipping on some black suede peep-toe heels, I made my way over to my vanity. I smiled at the little crown, still sitting there where I'd left it. Then I did my makeup; nothing elaborate, just simple. The way Daddy would like it. Eyeliner. Mascara. A little lip gloss...See? Simple. Just like him.

Soon I was ready. I walked downstairs where everyone-as in the Pack, Mom, Seth, Billy, and Charlie-everyone was waiting. I felt a little colorful compared to the others, but, hey. I was doing it for Dad. It's what he would want me to wear. Everyone smiled when they saw me. Jake just looked awed. I know. That's 'cause I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I paused when I saw them stare, crossed my hands in front of me, and continued down. Mom came and hugged me.

"You look beautiful, Leah." I just smiled. I wasn't in the mood for talking. Seth stood up and took my hand. By the look of his eyes, I could tell he'd been crying.

"You ready?" he whispered. I was pretty sure it was only for me to hear, but I'm pretty sure that our fellow werewolves heard it, too. I took a deep breath and nodded. With that, he led me out the door.

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I was sitting in the church, gripping Seth's hand for dear life, staring at the men in white gloves as they closed Daddy's casket.

Bye...

I'd been staring at his cold, lifeless body the whole ceremony, picturing how he used to look when his cheeks were full of color and his eyes full of love. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled Seth's hand to my chest. He was being strong, but looked like he could break down at any given minute. My mom was in all-out hysterics. Charlie had taken her out, and I doubt she would be able to stand it enough to go to the grave site with us.

Before I knew it, we were in a black limo following the hearse to the La Push Memorial Site, otherwise known as: The Place Where My Dad is Going to be Buried and Never Seen Again. I hadn't realized how hard I was holding Seth's hand until I saw his snow white knuckles. I almost laughed.

Almost.

I was soon under a big tent watching another white gloved man do that ritual thing with the rose petals. And then...That was it. They lowered the casket into the ground. I looked at it one last time and dropped Seth's hand. Looking both relieved and confused, he stared at me.

"Leah? Are you okay?" he put his hand on my shoulder and I jumped back, bumping into Embry. That's when I realized we had an audience. Not a big one; just family and close friends. But it was still beginning to overwhelm me. I all of a sudden felt really claustrophobic. I started to hyperventilate. I couldn't be around these people. The pitiful looks. The little gestures that were meant to be comforting, but just made you think that they had to do it. Seth looked really concerned. "Lee?" My breathing was uncontrollable and I was gasping for air now.

"I..." Gasp. "I-I can't. S-Seth." I clawed at his arm. "I. Can't...Breathe." I continued gasping for air. Hand on my throat, chest heaving. I tried to gain control. But I couldn't. It was so hard. "Seth! What's happening?" I staggered a little. I took a huge gasp and instantly regretted it. I coughed so hard, it felt like I had choked up my liver or something. I was hearing shouts all around me. "Call an ambulance!" "We need to get her out of here!" I tried to shake my head, but didn't actually know if I had or not. Hot tears started to stream down my face and my vision became blurred. Someone stood in front of me and I fell backward. Hard. Onto my butt.

Gasp. Choke. Cough.

"H-help. Me," I finally said.

"Leah!" I didn't know who yelled it. It sounded so far away. Wait...It sounded like...

"J-Jacob?"

Choke. Gasp. Gasp. Cough.

"Yeah. Leah, listen to me," he started. I started to see black spots. "No! Leah! Don't...No! Stay here!"

Gasp.

"I-I'm," Gasp. "Scared. It hurts!" I put both my hands on my chest. And took in a real deep breath. Another mistake. I think I coughed up my kidneys that time.

"I know, honey, I know. Do me a favor and take a deep breath," his voice sounded rushed, but it was calm. I couldn't. I felt so confined to this one space. I tried anyway.

"I," Gasp. "Can't."

Gasp. Gasp. Choke. Cough.

My eyes darted around me. I saw my brother for a brief second, he looked so scared. After that, I saw a whole bunch of other people. All crowded in a tight circle around me.

As if reading my mind, Jake yelled, "Guys! Give her room! Move!" Suddenly, everyone took huge steps back. He turned back to me. "Okay, Lee. Just focus on slow, deep breaths." I tried again.

Choke.

I started to cry harder and my breathing sped up again. I started taking more big gasps of air. I grabbed Jake's arm and held it tight. This time he put his hands on my face. My breathing slowed.

"That's it. Easy breaths." I did as he told me to. Soon, my breathing was back to normal. He sighed himself. "You scared me back there, Red." I was still crying.

"You were meant to be scared, Blue." He wiped my tears with his thumbs. Then he helped me up. I still held on tight to his arm. We looked at each other for a long time.

He had the prettiest caramel brown eyes...

As if breaking out of a trance, his head jerked back a little, and he looked above my head.

"Umm..." he looked a little uncomfortable, and I took the moment to turn around. Paul was on his cell phone. Undoubtedly with 9-1-1. He hung up. Everyone else was either staring at me or my hand. Which I just now realized was STILL on Jake's arm. I pulled it away quickly.

"Are you okay, Leah?" Seth's eyes were big. I nodded and took his arm.

"Can we go home now?" I looked at Seth, who was looking at everyone else.

"It's okay," Billy started. "You two deserve some time out." He didn't have to tell me twice. I practically dragged Seth all the way home. No way was I getting back in that limo. Yeah. I was crazy like that. When we got in the door, I kicked my shoes off and fell onto the couch. I put my hand on my head, which was now aching. I coughed. My throat still hurt from my little episode earlier.

Yeah. Still kinda embarrassed about that one.

"Are you sure-" Seth began.

"Yes! I'm fine! Just peachy! Leave me alone!" I was about to run up the stairs when I saw the hurt look on his face. I had never yelled at him like that before. I softened my voice. "Oh, Sethy. I'm so sorry..." I wasn't able to finish. He stormed up the stairs, yanking at his tie. I groaned and fell back onto the couch.

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I hadn't realized I was asleep until I heard the door slam. I shot up and saw Mom stagger in. "Mom?" She groaned and turned to me, swaying. Oh, no...

"What do you want?" she asked, slurring her words. She made her way to the kitchen and sat down at the table. I followed her in there. She looked at me, her eyes cold and hard. This wasn't the mother I knew. "Ugh. You're face is sooooo ugly. Just like his. Terrible." Then she jumped up and got in my face. I could smell the booze in her breath. It took all of my power not to twist my face in disgust. "You're the reason he died, you know. If you hadn't played that stuuupid disappearin' act, he would still be here!" She slapped me, putting her nails into it. I fell to the ground, shocked. When I pulled my hand from my cheek, all I could see was the red. I started to shake.

"M-mom..." Tears started to stream down my face.

"Don't EVER call me that again!" she kicked my stomach, staining my pretty blue dress with mud. "You don't deserve to call me that ever again!" she hissed. Then she went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer. How it got there, I would never know. She took a swig, looked at it, and through it at me. I was still on my side, and I curled away when it landed right next to my arm. Apparently not satisfied where it landed, Mom picked up a shard and started to slice my arms. By now I was pleading with her to stop. She was aiming for my neck when someone snatched the glass from her. I opened my eyes and saw it was Seth.

He picked me up and ran out of the house, crying the whole way. I put my hand to his face before letting it slip away. He was the last thing I saw. And then I closed my eyes.

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~SashaFierce12.0