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Dear Lie

Dear lie

You suck

You said you could fix anything

Instead I'm fucked

You made things even worse for me

If I had balls I'd tell you get away from me

Guess I'm not smart

I let you unnerve me

let you control me

Afraid the truth would hurt me

When it's you that hurts me more

Dear Lie

By: TLC

Sam's heart was beating out of his chest as he dropped to his knees on the rocky earth of the overhanging cliff. The words again raced through his mind, 'I thought she was going to keep the letters away and keep Allison or the tribe from getting custody after the six months. I didn't know that she was taking the children she had in her care to an abusive home.' Tears started to pour faster at the pain. As Sam braced himself his hand found a small rock pile and his slim fingers grasped onto one of its jagged contents and threw it into the abyss of the ocean below as the next onslaught hit his mind. 'They kept the children locked in the basement that had stone walls and a dirt floor, only allowing them upstairs to do chores. They fed them their scraps from their meals at the end of the day, they beat them physically, they locked the kids in an animal cage and poured hot water down their bodies.' Another rock flew into the abyss. 'Bella wasn't there; the only thing they can guess is that she climbed through the broken basement window and had fled during the chaos.' Another rock was released. 'Nobody knows if she is alive or dead.' With that thought he threw not only a rock into the vast emptiness but a tortured filled scream as he felt himself break and fall limply to his side.

'LIES' was the only word circling through his mind. He had been played and he had been manipulated by people who he thought cared about him, who he thought loved him. Hell, who he believed even loved and were trying to help his sister. But it was just that, all lies. He was used and he didn't understand why, or what his sister had done to make Billy hate her enough to keep her away from him and to allow her to be forced back into an abusive life. Sam scoffed as he remembered Billy's plea, 'I swear I didn't know until two and half months ago.' Billy made it seem that should make a difference and that it should count for something. In Sam's mind it didn't count for shit. The fact was that Billy knew, he knew why his sister wasn't responding to him and he made sure of it. Made sure he would never see her again, and he had known for two and half months that his sister had been beaten again, and that she was now missing or even dead. Yet he said nothing. He just let Sam suffer and wallow in hopes that one day he would say fuck it and forget he even had a sister?

Pain and regret surged through Sam's chest at the memory that he did exactly that the first week he came to this place. 'I'm no better than him,' screamed through his thoughts as he sobbed even harder, verging on the point of hyperventilating as his mind flashed at all the 'LIES', his mind spat the word. He should have known better, seen through the lies; he had lived a life of always watching and asking questions to protect himself and Bella. And what did he do as soon as these people came into his life? He let all those years of experience fly out the window for what? For the love, gifts and protection they were offering? How could he be so blind? How could he have not remembered to stay distant and gauge all that was offered? Most of all how could he have sat there and believed their lies, the lies that were spewed to him about Bella needing to be there because it was for the best, believe the lies that she would get his letters, believe that they would visit, believe that they cared so much for someone they didn't even know!

Anger surged through him at how he believed the lie that their father wanted Bella; that he was going to change for Bella. That should have been his red flag but their lies were so good, especially Billy's lies. They played him like a fool and he willingly went against his instincts and went into the room of his beaten sister and lied to her. He lied, saying she was going to go home to their father; that it was best for her to stay because it's where she belonged and would get the care she needed. He lied when he told her he would write (while that wasn't a lie because he did) to Bella it was a lie because those letters never came, granted it wasn't any fault of his own but it didn't matter because in his sister's eyes he had lied. The same went for when he said they would visit; it was never going to happen and once again it had nothing to do on his part, but in Bella's eyes it was another lie. Sam didn't know what his sister looked like when he walked out of the room as he didn't turn to look back because he knew he would have broken his stoic exterior. Pain squeezed at his heart, knowing right there was another lie he left her with; he lied letting her believe it didn't bother him to walk away. He now knew he might have walked into the room of his beaten sister, but left the room of his battered sister all due to lies.

The sound of footsteps had barely registered with him over the sobs and his struggle for breath. "I've got you, Son," the husky voice of Harry caught his ear.

Sam could feel Harry taking him into his arms and lifting him from the cool ground. He tried to fight against his hold. He had been a part of this, he knew his sister was being hurt, he made him lie to his sister and he had told him his sister would be here with him in six months. He had lied like everyone else. As Sam struggled, Harry's grip only got tighter and again Sam bucked trying to free himself, only for his body to become weaker and for a haziness to creep over him.

"It's going to be okay, Sam."

Sam scoffed at the words. 'How is any of this going to be okay,' echoed through his mind right before the haziness turned into an overwhelming darkness.

Billy flicked the switch just inside the door causing a buzzing sound to echo throughout the room as it lit up. The room even though now held light was still dull and occasionally the light would flicker from the faulty wiring. 'Home sweet hell,' he sighed to himself as he entered the dank motel room, letting the door slam shut as he walked straight to the bed and sat himself on the edge before pulling the brown bag up and unscrewing the lid before pressing it to his lips and taking a pull of vodka from it. His eyes swept across the dingy room - a small television sat on an old broken dresser and there was a card table and folding chair along the window and the bathroom door was nothing more than a curtain. The blue carpeting under his feet was stained with God knows what and the heater smelled as if something was lying dead inside and being cooked by the heat. This was far from his ideal choice of a motel but it was all he had money for tonight beside the bottle of vodka he managed to buy from the man at the desk.

He couldn't believe how bad things had gotten so quickly; he was meticulous in his planning but all those plans went up in smoke thanks to a long lost photograph. He truly never thought that Bella was going to end up in an abusive foster home; he didn't want that for her even if he didn't want her around. He did truly regret that his choice of social worker had done such a thing. 'God knows the girl had been beaten enough,' he sighed to himself. He just wanted to keep her away from his son, keep her away from destroying his tribe. Again he took another pull from the bottle. But as they say, even the best laid plans can go awry; and that is exactly what had happened the moment that glossy piece of paper had been found and then thrown at him.

He knew Sarah would be upset if she ever found out, but he had never thought she would go ballistic. He believed she would see reason and he did what was best for everyone; but her eyes showed everything showed how she saw him now, she saw him being self-righteous, a liar, a manipulator, un-compassionate, an attempted murderer, and someone that she didn't know or trust. Her opinion of him had him taking another long pull from the emptying bottle.

Thing was he couldn't deny that he lied, or manipulated. Hell, he couldn't even deny the attempted murder as he asked a vampire to kill the young girl. But he didn't see himself as un-compassionate or someone that she didn't know or trust. Because to him by doing what he did showed him to be what she knew he was - a leader and a good chief that loved his people and cared for their future.

He again took another pull as he knew everything he did was for nothing now. Sarah would go to hell and back to find the girl; and when his friends and the council found out about his doings behind their backs, he would be shunned by his community for not only lying to them, but for what they would see as his crimes against a member of his own tribe. After all they would see his actions as because he felt like it or because she was expendable seeing as she was female and not a carrier for the gene if it were called upon. That would be the only way they could explain his great interest in Sam and not his sister. And really what was his defense? His wife's vision? Those outside the council would all think him crazy since only a very small few knew of her gift, and he knew Sarah would deny any knowledge of this gift. The same would go for Old Quil as he would call him a lair as well.

He knew when they came looking for him and put him in front of the council, they would ask if he felt remorse and he could lie and say he did; but he knew it wouldn't show through. How could he feel remorse for doing what he believed to be right? Again he took another pull. 'How could my wife believe the Uley girl was a shifter along with the mate to our son, when she saw Leah phase? There is only one female. Sarah has just let her anger and other emotions override her judgment,' he gritted out to himself as he took another swig. 'She'll see I was right; and when she does, she will have to live with what she has done,' he smirked to himself at the thought of her having to eat crow one day.

He knew how it all worked, the pack was always the same and it wouldn't change now. There was nothing that a half breed could offer to the alpha line like Leah could. Taking another pull, he could now feel his mind start to become fuzzy as the liquor started to take its hold.

Slowly he settled back onto the bed, his eyes taking focus on the water stained ceiling, and he felt anger bubble inside himself at how that green eyed girl had now not just cost him a night in a shitty motel room, but his friends, his Christmas, his family and no doubt his tribe.

Sarah sat with her head in her hands as the night replayed itself over and over in her mind. She was angry at herself for not lying to her husband back when he asked about her vision; she should have lied, should have kept it to herself and did as she was taught to do. She was angry at Billy's lies to not only her, but the tribe, their friends, Sam and to young Bella.

'I'm so sorry, Renee,' cried out in her mind. Sarah felt so much guilt for hurting so many innocent people. She promised Renee before she passed she would help care for Bella and make sure Bella would grow up loved, wanted, and to make sure she was strong enough to face life head on. A tear tracked down Sarah's face; she had failed her best friend's wishes almost from the start.

The bursting open of the door caused Sarah's head to dart up to see Harry charging in the door with an unconscious Sam in his arms with a purple pajama-ed Leah hot on her father's heels. The sight had caused Sarah's brow to furrow in question; she expected Quil IV or Thomas to be with Harry not his young daughter, causing her to throw Harry a what-the-hell look.

"Sent Quil and Tom home; seeing as I had this covered," he sighed as he kicked the door shut.

"Where did you find him?" Sarah rushed out as she stood up to make her way to her guests.

"Atop a cliff."

"Is he-"

"He's fine. Just cried himself into exhaustion," Harry sighed as he looked down at the wet dirt caked boy.

Sarah nodded. "Thank you for finding him, Harry."

"Don't thank me. Thank Leah," he smirked as he jerked his head to his young daughter.

Sarah lifted a brow in question at the comment as she motioned for them to follow her.

"Well, Leah said she heard a yell and she caught me as I was about to head back out. You know my stubborn girl; she said she heard it and she gets to go with or she wouldn't tell me where she heard it coming from," he chuckled a bit at his daughter's stubborn spitfire nature.

As they entered Jacob's room, Harry went ahead of Sarah and laid Sam softly down onto the disheveled bed.

"Thank you so much, Leah."

"No thanks necessary unless there's a finder's fee," the big brown eyes of a spunky Leah looked upward in question.

"How about some cookies?" Sarah asked with a small smile on her lips.

"Better than nothing," Leah shrugged as she turned and made her way out to the kitchen to collect her prize. A laugh came from both Harry and Sarah at Leah's words.

"You got this? I better go out there and make sure she doesn't overdo it, or Sue will have my head if Leah spends all Christmas day praying to the porcelain Gods from an upset stomach."

Sarah smiled and nodded; as Harry left the room he closed the door behind him. Once it clicked into place, Sarah began to undress Sam from his dirt and rain soaked clothing, hoping he didn't end up with pneumonia after this. It took her no more than a few minutes to change his clothing out, remove the wet blanket, and pull a dry one up his body, before making sure to tuck him in tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Sam," she whispered as she kissed his forehead before grabbing the wet material and exiting the room only stopping to deposit them in the washing machine. Sarah walked into the kitchen to see Leah finishing up her last cookie, but it was the questioning glance in Harry's eyes making her know right then and there she needed to tell him. Granted she hated to have to do it now because she would just have to do it again later but she knew he wouldn't leave until he got answers.

"Leah, honey..."

"Hmmm?" Leah managed to get out as she chewed at the remnants in her mouth.

"Would you be a dear and take a cloth and wipe down Sam's face?"

"You just want to have grown up talk," Leah huffed. "So it's not like I really have a choice," she huffed as she hopped down from her seat.

"You were always the smart one," Sarah chuckled as she handed a wet cloth to her.

"That's because I don't have a penis, so I think with the right head," Leah said matter-a- factually, causing Sarah to feel shocked yet chuckle a bit at Leah's words and tone.

"LEAH ANN CLEARWATER! Where did you learn that?"

"From Mom," she shrugged. "Mom said to Ms. Joy that unlike you, she can make the right choice seeing as she is a woman, therefore no penis to make her think with the wrong head. Whatever they were fully talking about I don't know, but I knew it meant girls are smarter because with no penis to interfere we think with-"

"Got it, Leah. Don't need, more - like I don't want to hear anymore," Harry grumbled at hearing his seven year old daughter saying the word penis and in that context as well.

'Uh, she is so her mother's daughter,' he sighed to himself. "Now since there is grown up talk to get to, and if you want to get Christmas presents, then you best get to your task and let us talk." Leah nodded before giving a salute and taking off to tend to Sam

Harry looked up to see a laughing Sarah.

"It's not that funny," he groaned before a wry smile crossed his lips. "Okay, maybe it is," he chuckled. "She is just like her mother."

"That's what I was thinking." Sarah reeled in her giggles. "I'm sorry for laughing, Harry, but you have no idea how much I needed that laugh right now."

"Well I'm happy my daughter could oblige with her use of male anatomy," he smirked as he sat down at the table across from a now subdued Sarah. "So, where is Billy?" he asked only to quickly see his question brought a fire and tears to the eyes of the woman before him.

"Don't know and honestly don't care."

"What going on, Sarah? It's not like you not to care about Billy, and why would Sam run out of here in the middle of night?"

Sarah sighed as she pulled a crinkled photograph up to the table and slid it across too Harry. Harry took in the picture but still didn't understand why a picture of young Sam and Bella had anything to do with what was going on.

"I don't understand."

"I didn't either until that picture fell out of a box tonight," she sighed as she ran her hands down her face. In this moment she was glad that Harry had been entrusted with her gift. "Seven months ago at Jacob's birthday party I had a vision. I saw the future spirit warriors. All our children changed, Harry," she paused giving him a moment to let it sink in.

"Even..."

"Even Leah," she sighed at Harry's horror filled expression.

"Listen, Harry, I don't want to drag this out in full detail because it's late and it's Christmas. We both have a ruse to keep up today; but after that I will go over it all in full detail to you and the anyone in the know. Okay?"

Harry nodded blankly, still in shock that his daughter was to be a wolf.

"I saw all our children change, but something wasn't right. Jacob was fighting his phase for a pair of exotic eyes that lingered just out of my sight, leaving me unable to make out any features except for the eyes. Unfortunately you can't fight fate and he phased, but when he met up with the other pack members and met up with Leah, he looked at her no different than he does now. There was no imprint. Which I couldn't understand seeing as she was the female that shifted, therefore legend says she is rightful alpha female; but right there in front of me it didn't happen. Next thing I know, Jacob takes his place in line with the wolves and submits to a black wolf coming from the forest, who painstakingly runs off those exotic eyes. However, the owner of them pauses, looks back and meets up with Jacob's eyes before they fade away. Next thing I know, Jacob is writhing in pain and howling before he gets up and fights the current alpha, Sam." She pauses letting Harry have a moment "After the fight, Jacob stood the victor over a submissive Sam; he now was alpha. But something innate told me it wasn't from desire to lead, it was out of hate and revenge. Whatever was going on in the pack's mind had all the wolves growling in disdain at their former alpha, but I could feel an incompleteness radiating off the pack. Soon my visions showed the distant future where the Cullens and the pack stood together fighting as one to protect someone. I couldn't see who it was, all I could see was a small female with russet skin and garnet eyes in a vampire's loving embrace. As I looked at the pack, I could feel it; still feel the incompleteness. I then saw a battle where our children fought, but failed from lack of knowledge and experience. I saw each of our children die, Harry."

Sarah's voice cracked from the pain of her mistake of not reading this vision right and what it had cost a little boy, a young innocent girl, her son and their tribe.

"I'm still not understanding the whole story, Sarah..."

"I freaked out as I watched our children die and I broke the rules. I didn't read my vision, I didn't even try. I just let my fear for my son and for all our children blind me. So I told Billy about it. He deemed the reason the pack was incomplete and unable to focus and train was because of those exotic eyes had kept our son from giving into his phase so easily and had somehow blocked the imprint between him and Leah. I did try to tell him it felt like something more but he didn't want to hear it and I didn't want to discuss what I saw anymore that day. So I was happy to divert to the finding of the Uley children. Unfortunately what I told Billy caused one of those children to be hurt beyond belief." Sarah reached out and tapped the picture. "Those are the color of the eyes I told Billy I saw."

As if hit by a sack of bricks, all the strange behavior came to Harry's mind. All the rush to leave and all the secret disappearances.

"When I found that picture today everything clicked, Harry. I confronted him and he admitted to going behind my back, behind everyone's back to do what he thought was best and make sure Bella stayed in LA. He bailed Joshua out of prison on the terms of signing Sam over to the tribe and to put up a ruse that he wanted to keep Bella. He even got Bella a new social worker on the take and had the mail Sam and Allison had written withheld from her. He also had this person keep the knowledge that Joshua did as we expected, fail at his so called attempts, which allowed Bella to enter foster care, where she ended up back in an abusive home worse than what Joshua did to her."

Harry's hand slammed down onto the table. "I knew something was up with him. I thought he was just stressed with a bad situation. I'm sorry-"

"NO, Harry, this is my fault. I should have never said anything; my stupid big mouth put Billy's actions into play."

Harry ran his hand through his hair. "Okay, so tomorrow we call and claim the girl."

Sarah shook her head no. "We can't. Apparently two and a half months ago, Bella's foster family was broken apart and the social worker was arrested. With Bella's foster family, one parent was killed and the other beaten by someone to an inch of their life. But not soon enough to stop this so called mother from killing Bella's foster brother by pushing him down the steps, also that night Bella's foster sister died of pneumonia as well. But when the police got there, there was no Bella in sight; they don't know where she is. They believe she crawled out a broken basement window, but they don't know if she is alive or dead."

"OH GOD..."

"Unfortunately in all our arguing, we didn't hear Sam wake. He heard I don't know how much but enough to scream at Billy how much he hated him and how he was worse than Joshua before he ran into the night."

They sat in silence. Everything made sense to Harry now. He couldn't believe all the lies that had ruined two lives, more one than the other but ruined them all the same.

"Harry, we need to find her. I know now she is the alpha's imprint but it's more than that; she needs to be with a family that loves her and wants her."

"We will do everything we can," he vowed as he took her hand into his and squeezed, showing his support.

Leah couldn't hear everything that was said as a lot of it was whispered but she heard enough. The part at what Mr. Billy had done to this boy and his sister. Seth was always annoying her to no end, but she could relate to Sam's feelings at finding out your sibling was lost. Not knowing if they were alive or dead all at the hands of a man who you trusted. She knew if it was Seth, she would have run just like he did. A groaning brought her attention back to the boy next to her, who looked up at her with wide brown eyes.

"Where am I? And what are you doing here, Leah?" Sam groaned

"You're at the Blacks. Don't worry; Mr. Billy is gone. And I'm cleaning your face," she said in annoyance as she went back to scrubbing away.

"Will you stop that?"

"Nope, not until you're clean. If you would stop wiggling like you are, I could get done sooner," she snapped.

With a huff Sam laid completely still and the room entered into silence. Leah paused a moment as she looked down at Sam, whose eyes were glossy with unshed tears as he stared straight up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry about your sister, Sam," Leah said in the softest most sincere voice.

Sam's eyes darted back to meet hers and in them he could see the truth in her words and the caring in them, causing him to nod. "Thanks."

With that Leah went back to scrubbing away at the dirt as she hummed a soft tune, causing Sam's heavy tear filled eyes to shut at the unusual soothing nature of one Leah Clearwater.

Hope you all enjoyed a look into Sam's mind, and at Billy's new digs after being thrown out into a cold and rainy Christmas night. Now that Sarah has told Harry, soon all will know what Billy has done... but first lets check in with Bella and see what fortune is about to come her way.

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