Chapter Three

Into My Very Soul

I groaned stretching as I woke the next morning.

My old room had remained untouched since before I left for college. Me and my sister's twin beds were mattress less and totally too small to sleep in comfortably so I had Jacob take them apart and put a queen sized air mattress on the floor.

That night Frodo had immediately jumped right on the bed with me. I didn't really mind. It was actually very comforting. A warm little body curled up at my side. I just wish he could fight away the demons in my dreams.

"Good morning." I grumbled sitting at the kitchen table, next to my dad who, wide-awake, was reading the newspaper.

"Humph." He mumbled. He always gets so caught up in the news.

"What's the oh so fascinating news in La Push today?" I asked rolling my eyes and grabbing one of the store bought chocolate brownies sitting at the table.

"Humph." Came the slightly annoyed reply.

"Fine fine…. I'm going to take Frodo for a walk on the beach alright?" I asked rolling my eyes, yet smiling at how seriously he took his morning news.

Not waiting for his little 'Humph' of a reply I went to my room and traded my shorts for my dark jeans and slipped a red jacket over my black tank top. I grabbed Frodo's leash, slipped my shoes on, and was out the door with Frodo in tow.

"Where oh where does Frodo wish to go?" I asked him with a smile on my lips. Yeah I'm a little weird.

I sighed, taking a deep breath tasting the salt in the air. Mom loved the water, so did my sister, but I could never go further than to where there was always stable ground under me. I had a deathly fear of sharks. That and the woods at night. That was just plain creepy.

Suddenly Frodo yanked me forward and in the shock of the moment I let go of the leash. Great.

"Frodo get back here!" I screeched desperately.

I could see a figure a ways away, and realized Frodo was heading right for them! When I finally got a hold of his leash we were about ten feet away from that glomming figure.

This guy had to be a god. He was way to incredibly good looking. He had muscles in every possible place. Yet he didn't look like some body builder. His black hair was cut short. Did I mention he also had this incredibly sexy look?

When he grunted I realized it was quit obvious I was checking him out. I quickly averted my gaze to his eyes. Bad idea.

He was most definitely the most beautiful thing in the world. He had these smoldering brown eyes that seemed to see into my very soul. With one look he could see everything, know everything. And that scared me more than anything.

So I did what I do best. I left. Scrammed my ass all the way home, leaving him there without saying a word.

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I was out of breath when I reached our back yard. Breathing heavily, I glared at Frodo.

"Why do you always put me in the most awkward situations?" I asked him opening the door and hurrying inside.

He just flopped himself on the couch totally oblivious that I was furious with him.

"What happened to you?" Jacob asked raising an eyebrow. Oh, did I mention he was also basically inhaling about five sandwiches?

"I uh ran into an obstacle on my walk." I grumbled, not really wanting to relive that embarrassing moment.

Plus that guy was definitely not an obstacle, he was more like the prize at the end of the race, the reason anyone ran in the race at all.

Jacob just kept eati- inhaling his food, probably having better things to think about then what my obstacle might have been.

"Do you have to help out Sam today?" dad asked him, giving him a weird look.

"Yeah, for a little while." Jacob answered him shrugging his shoulders.

"Sam?" I asked curiously.

The only Sam I knew had been going out with Leah, my best friend, in high school. Leah rarely ever answers my calls so we don't talk very much but I do know she and Sam are no longer an item. From what I understand he left her for our friend, her cousin, Emily.

I would likely beat the crap out of someone who stole my man. Though I'm not sure if I would do that to Emily, she was always a really sweet girl. Who knows, I've been gone for quite awhile maybe things have changed around here.

"Sam Uley." Jacob answered shortly.

"What are you doing helping that jerk?" I asked him.

"Sam is not a jerk." He answered me, glaring daggers.

"Is too." I grumbled.

"Is not." he replied snappily.

"Is too!"

"Is-" but Jacob was cut off when dad shoved an apple in his mouth.

"Stop arguing you two." He said rolling away into the dinning room.

"Is too." I whispered in Jacob's ear before I ran to my room giggling.

In bed that night instead of my obsessive mom thoughts, which had worsened with my arrival at home, for some strange reason all I could think of was that stranger at the beach.

I fell asleep thinking of him, though it didn't stop the dreams. Instead he was in the car with my mother. For some reason this made it worse. It wasn't just that two people died. No. It was that he died. For some reason it hurt me to think of him getting hurt.

Like last night I screamed, and Jacob came in my room telling me it was okay. I would argue for a while telling him that no, it was not okay.

For some reason I cared for the man in the car just as much I as I cared for my own mother.

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I know in most stories she says how she saw this amazing love in the guys eyes… but I find that utterly stupid. First off if I saw a guy that looked anything like them? I would be too caught up in looking at them then to be trying to figure out the emotion in their eyes. Just saying.

Anyway does anyone have any suggestions to where they should meet again? :)