Layla grabbed her backpack and pulled out her English paper, figuring she might as well put the time she was spending at Edward's house to good use. Emmett and Rosalie volunteered to help freak Leah and Jake out by getting on Edward's bed and bumping it against the wall repeatedly. Layla laughed and nodded excitedly.
"She will absolutely lose her shit, I can't wait!" Layla said, looking up from her paper.
Emmett and Rosalie got to work on making the headboard hit against the wall, Layla calling out every minute or so as she worked on her paper. Edward offered her his laptop as he had fast internet for Layla to do her research on. By the time 9:00 pm rolled around, Layla had finished her term paper, having finished her math worksheet in Study Hall earlier.
"I'm so glad to see you again, Rosalie, even if I'm not high as a kite and trying to swallow your tongue." Layla said, laughing softly.
"Hey, who says it won't happen again. We'll wait, though, until Emmett is out of town." Rosalie said.
Emmett whined loudly, looking at Rosalie like she just took away his one true dream in life. Layla laughed loudly, bending down to get her backpack and her purse. Edward led her out to his car and helped her in.
"I can take you as far as the Quiluete border. Anywhere beyond that, and I fear for the safety of my car. Undoubtedly, Jake will be waiting there with a hammer." Edward said.
"He just can't do that to my baby daddy." Layla said, smirking.
"Make sure you tell them them the truth before they come after me?" Edward asked, grinning.
"Oh, I will. I just want them to freak the hell out first." Layla said.
Edward pulled up to the entrance of the reservation and put his car in park. Just as he thought, Jake and Seth were waiting there in Layla's Escalade. Layla got out of his car, grabbing her bags. "Bye, Edward!" she called out.
She walked over to the driver's side and opened the door, staring at Jake.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Jake asked, glaring at her.
"Driving my own damn vehicle." Layla said.
"I'm already in the driver's seat. Get in." Jake said.
Instead of putting up a fight, Layla got into the passenger's seat. Jake sped off down the dirt road, coming up to Sam and Emily's. He put it in park and took the keys, putting them in his pocket. He got out and pulled Layla from the passenger's seat and took her into the house.
"Care to explain what in the hell you were doing?" Jake asked.
Sam, Emily, Leah, Seth, and Quil flanked around Jake, waiting on her answer. Layla crossed her arms and cocked her hip, staring at each of them.
"And it's your business how exactly? You're the ones that set it up, Jake. You should know exactly." Layla said.
"We didn't mean for you to go and screw the guy!" Leah said, glaring.
"You didn't specifically say not to." Layla said.
"You fucked him?" Sam asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, we set it up so Embry could see his mistake and get jealous enough to realize he wanted you!" Leah said.
"Whoa, you set that up? That's really messed up." Emily said. "Why would you even want to do that? Maybe Embry is happy with Audrey."
"And maybe I'm happy not having him romantically in my life." Layla said. "Maybe I really like Edward."
"You can't be serious." Seth said.
"Very. Oh, I'm going out with Edward tomorrow, too. Pregnancy tests don't buy themselves, you know." Layla said, heading for the door.
"Pregnancy tests?!" Jake yelled out, looking at Leah. "I knew this was a bad idea!"
Layla smirked and grabbed her bags, heading out of the house and walking home. She would text Leah in a few minutes and tell her that they didn't have sex and she most certainly wasn't pregnant. She hoped it would teach her not to try and pull crap like that. Emotions were not to be played with, even if it was in the best of intentions.
Layla quickly walked across the road and a few houses down, until she came to the one she lived in with her father and half brother, Paul. She tried the doorknob and it gave way, remembering that her keys were still in Jake's pocket. 'Yes!' Layla thought, opening the door and shutting it as quietly as she could. She nearly made it to her bedroom before footsteps made her freeze.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Paul asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I'm going to take a hot shower after a long and trying day?" Layla said, turning around. She stepped back, seeing the angry look in Paul's eyes. "I'm just going to go now."
Layla didn't make it to her door before Paul pushed her inside of the bedroom and followed her in. "You're such a fucking embarrassment! Not only did I hear you, but so did Jared, Colin, Quil and Embry! For a walk of shame, you didn't look too shamed. Running around smelling like that freak." he spat.
"I don't do a walk of shame. If I'm going to have sex with someone, I'm not going to feel shame!" Layla said, crossing her arms.
Paul growled at her snotty tone and picked her up off the floor and backhanded her. "Don't you fucking speak to me like that, you fucking whore!" he hissed.
Layla cried out softly, trying to scoot back away from him as quickly as she could, trying to make it to the window. She tried pulling it up, but her hands were too shaky to budge the window. Paul grabbed Layla by the hair and pulled her back away from it, dragging her back towards the closet.
Layla was trying to pull away, but his grip was too strong. Layla looked around, trying to find something to grab and hit him with, but only seeing her hair dryer and she knew it wouldn't hurt him, only piss him off. Layla tried twisting in his grip. Paul grunted and picked her up by her arms, trying to hold her off the ground so she wouldn't have any leverage. Layla knew she had only one chance to escape. She had to kick and kick hard, and aim right for his weak spot. Layla swung her leg, aiming her foot right for his crotch and kicked as hard as she could.
Paul cursed under his breath and dropped Layla. Layla landed hard but scrambled to her feet, running for the door. She heard Paul cursing and yanked at the door, finding that he had jammed the lock. She ran for the window, banging on it with her fists and started screaming.
"Shut up!" Paul yelled, heading right for Layla.
Layla's heart raced and she looked around, looking for something she might be able to break glass with. Her eyes landed on her desk chair. She grabbed the chair and tried to sling it at the window as hard as she could. Glass shattered and the chair went right through the window, landing in the grass under her window.
Paul charged her and Layla climbed on the window seal, cutting and scratching herself in the process. When Paul lunged for her, Layla jumped, but he grabbed her by her hair. She screamed as she dangled a foot from the ground.
"Shut the fuck up!" Paul hissed, pulling.
Layla grabbed a piece of glass that had got caught in her shirt and threw her arm over her head and slashed. Paul yelled, dropping her. 'Bingo!' she thought to herself, making contact with the glass and his hand. Layla fell to the ground, among her chair and the broken glass.
"SETH! EMBRY! JAKE! SOMEONE!" Layla screamed, stumbling out of the grass, cutting her feet up.
Paul jumped out of the window and rushed Layla. Layla tried running, but the cuts on her feet had her nearly screaming with each step on the hard blacktop. She stumbled, going sideways. Paul dove for her, Layla turning and covering herself with her hands. 'This is it. This is how I'm going to die.' she thought, whimpering. She waited for the impact.
A loud, threatening growl startled her, making her look around. The biggest wolf she had ever seen, in person, was standing right behind her, growling, baring it's teeth. Layla held her breath, praying silently that this wild animal wasn't going to attack her. 'Oh, shit. It smells the blood. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead.' she thought.
"P-Please…" she whispered, tears starting to fall.
The large, gray wolf lowered itself into an attack position and moved closer to Layla, nearly standing over top of her. She heard Paul threaten the wolf.
"This is none of your damn business, so back the fuck off." Paul yelled at the wolf.
The wolf only growled louder in response, snapping it's jaws at Paul. Just then, Paul lunged at the wolf, the wolf leaping and knocking Paul back. Seconds later, Sam, Jake, Leah, and Seth ran outside, going to where the commotion was.
"Leah! Get Layla inside! Now!" Sam said, shaking.
Leah nodded, not even going to protest his telling her what to do. She rushed to Layla, picking her up, and running as fast as she could to Sam's house, knowing Emily had a first aid kit and basic training.
Leah burst through the door of Sam and Emily's, going to gently lay Layla on the kitchen table. Layla whined softly.
"What's going on? What happened?" Emily asked, having heard the commotion.
"I don't know. Jake and I were walking to my house with Seth, and we hear this window break. We figured it was just that drunk guy that lives down the street? No. Embry ran out of Jake's garage and looked around and he just freaking phased and started running. That's when the rest of us took off to see what was going on. I grabbed Layla. It looked so bad." Leah said.
Emily listened to Leah talk while getting her first aid kit. She looked Layla over. "I can fix the more superficial ones. But she's got some pretty deep cuts. I can't do stitches." Emily said. "Take her to the car and we'll go to the hospital."
Leah nodded, gathering Layla back in her arms. She walked outside, to Emily's Jeep and got into the back seat. Emily came out a few moments later with her keys. Emily peeled out of the dirt driveway, speeding towards the Emergency Room.
Within seconds, Sam, Jake, and Seth phased into their wolf forms. Sam ran up and grabbed Paul by the back of his shirt and pulled hard. When he fell backwards, Sam put his front paws on his chest, pushing his wolf face into Paul's and growled, baring his teeth. Jake and Seth both corralled Embry, preventing him from lunging and attacking again.
'Take him to the forest!' Sam mentally commanded of Jake and Seth. 'Embry, do not attack Paul!' he added.
Seth and Jake closed Embry in until he had no choice to go to the forest. Sam looked around, making sure there was no one else in sight and phased back, quickly pulling his pants back on. He grabbed Paul and pulled him back to his house.
"When we get inside, you're not going to fucking move, and you're not going to fucking talk unless I speak to you." Sam said, looking over at Paul. "You're going to explain what the fuck just happened."
Sam paused, seeing Emily's Jeep speeding out of the rez like a bat out of hell. He all but ran back to his house, dragging Paul behind him. "Sit on the fucking couch and don't fucking move!" he commanded.
Sam looked around, seeing blood all over the kitchen table. He grabbed the house phone, dialing the cell phone number for Emily. He heard a ringing coming from their bedroom and cursed, slamming the phone back on the receiver.
'Leah!' he thought to himself. He had her number. 'Please, let her have her phone with her.' he prayed. Sam dialed her number.
"What?" Leah answered the phone.
"What's going on?" Sam asked, relieved she answered.
"We're taking Layla to the emergency room. Emily said she's got some pretty deep cuts and she can't do stitches." Leah said. "There's so much blood, Sam." she whispered.
"It'll be okay, Lee-Lee." he said, using his old pet name for Leah. "I'll go tell Eric. He'll have to consent to whatever she needs."
"Thanks." Leah said.
"We'll be there soon." Sam said.
He hung up the phone, pacing. "When she gets out of the Emergency Room, me and you are going to have a fucking talk. Until then, you're going to stay right fucking here and you will not move!" he commanded.
Sam called Quil to come keep an eye on Paul then told Jared and Colin to do patrols, making sure the reservation is kept safe. Sam ran over to Eric's house, not seeing him there. He wished he had time to fix the window. He turned around and ran to Billy's, finding Eric watching television with Billy.
"Eric!" Sam said. "We've got to go, come on."
"What? Why? Are you okay? Is Emily okay?" Eric asked. "What about Paul?"
"It's Layla. I'll explain everything in the truck." Sam said, heading for the door.
"Call me when you know what's going on." Billy said.
Eric nodded and followed Sam out to his truck and got in. "Explain."
Sam started the truck and took a deep breath. How do you explain to a man that his son hates his daughter and attacked her?
OMG such drama! And before anyone says anything, I know most of you think Paul wouldn't really do something like that. Well, this is my story, and he did. Crazy. Leave me love?