SOOOO, I noticed nobody had read sick bitch! Until I changed the chapter name. Um… I didn't think anything of it until one day I did, and um, yes. So, I'm sorry.

Okay I need a break from Transformers Prime right now. If anyone is a Bumblebee fan, please check out decadence and rise of aireon prime, if you wish. Honestly, I didn't think this story would be going popular already, thank you all for reading. Don't be afraid to review, feedback is much appreciated, I enjoy authoring this story. This is my favorite Naomi character that I created. Also, for all you perverts out there, two series of collections of LEMON one-shots, they'll be publishing soon. I'm at a lost with amame, quiereme and white lightning right now, but once ideas come chapters will be published, those two stories I didn't have quite a vision like black sea that's why black sea was short but the idea of that was basically the discovery of Ghouls and then their influence with records. So I hope if anyone read that, that they got that. All right, let's do this thang.

This chapter is short, I'm sorry. Chapter Eight should publishing with this one.

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I woke up to the truck parking in the driveway, Jacob wasn't in the passenger seat anymore and instead, grocery bags took his place from the local small supermarket. I reached for my comic book as I blinked the blurry slumber from my vision and took a deep inhale to clear my drowsy induced mind and hopped out of the truck. Dad handed me some bags, hanging two on my arm and for the first time, what seemed like an exceptionally long time, I felt the heaviness of the bags. I followed Dad to the door as I watched my feet, a weight lifting off my shoulders, but I couldn't let my guard down. Anything can happen.

As we settled into the house, we agreed on a late lunch and I began to peel the skins of potatoes with a potato peeler, and once that was done. I chopped them up into thin fries like McDonald's. I cleaned up the potatoes and cleaned up the table, my mind was blank as I listened to the college football game playing in the living room. Dad would get mad at the college kids and grumble unintelligent while nursing a bottle of beer. I glanced at him every now and then, while the fries soaked in brine water, I didn't have anything to occupy myself until the fries were done.

I began cleaning up the rooms. To avoid any mental conversation.

I didn't want to think about what happened at the lake and/or the contents of Seth's note. Dad turned off the game and turned on the radio, and began helping me clean as he seen me bustling around the house.

"What's these potatoes, butterfly?"

My heart stuttered in my chest, I haven't heard him call me that in a long time, and I almost teared up. I sniffled picking up Jacob's clothes in the hallway and opening his door. This was going to be hard. This was going to be torture.

"Fries," I replied over my shoulder before quickly tidying up Jacob's room and went back out to the kitchen with Dad sweeping the rooms.

I started frying the potatoes and opened the kitchen window allowing the chilly, fresh breeze to blew in, I started the burgers when the second bath of fries were in the oil. I made enough burgers for Jacob and leftovers, I made Dad a quick salad as he sat at the table with a new beer and the radio playing softly. Once we finished lunch, Dad did the dishes as he multitasked to watch another game on the sports channel. I went back to my room with my comic and note, I turned on my radio to Bonnie Tyler playing a song I knew from 'Footloose'. I scoffed at the female dependency but then I thought on the lyrics.

She says she is holding out for a hero.

I guess, I am too, but I already know who my hero was. My life started the moment I climbed into Seth's window, from that moment on, everything had been for his wellbeing.

I grabbed a new notebook I bought not too long ago for a fresh notebook for school, but school is unimportant right now when I have time to figure out how to bring these Ghouls down. I was going to bring them down either way, everyone needed to live past their determined death. I would lay down my life to make sure they survived and that is my fuel as I wrote down what I knew so far, everything that I needed to know when I phased. Wrote down all of the signs, the scents, the change in the atmosphere's when they were near, their powers, their strengths.

All I have to do is find weaknesses. Our teeth and claws can penetrate their skin but then I thought about something, their speed, and their agility. Then I realized something… We're easy targets, the Cullen's aren't. With that final memory of watching Emmett easily getting away from one of the Ghouls and then Embry had come to his defense, Embry's figure seemed significant. And I realized it, we're massive and easy to injury, easy to kill.

If we were to encounter them again, it has to be fist to fist. But that's impossible. Dad's bookshelf in his bedroom was full of old texts. They must be something in there about the Ghouls if we had records of the Cold One's, we had to have records of Ghouls. Right now seemed too soon to ask Dad if I could read some of the old texts and I looked at my clock and it was near time to start cooking for dinner, I stood up and felt instant protesting of stiff muscles in my legs, hips and lower back. I groaned and stretched my body, and yawned belly deep with tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them as I walked to my bedroom door and opened it. I walked into the hallway hearing more voices in the living room, I walked into the living room with Dad nursing another beer and reheated burgers on a plate on the end table next to him.

Jacob, Quil and Embry on the couch with plates in their lap with the leftover burgers and refried fries by the smell lingering in the air. All four of them focused on the TV, I guess I don't have to cook now. That's a relief, well for myself, by the looks of the empty containers sitting on the dining table with a mess. I walked over to the kitchen and began to start cleaning up the mess.

"Eh! Don't touch. I'll clean them," Dad said as I picked up a dirty napkin.

I let the napkin go. "Oh. Okay."

I left back into my room with a ramen noodle cup and an individual little bottle of juice, I put my notebook and related books on the bed. I changed the radio since some songs have been replaying and left it on a hip-hop station, I landed on the station with a song just starting, I knew this song. I scoffed at the lyrics with the cost of fame, at the irony really in a way, a different kind of danger of a human reality. I was human now, but I can still feel her underneath. I ate and went back to my bed. I didn't have anything else, just over ten pages of what I know but it's not enough, I know its not enough. I know I didn't even scrape the surface of it, but then the Cullen's. Okay, I have to wait this wait out, if the Cullen's were around I just had to wait until there was a chance that I could relay any of this to Edward mentally.

Allying with the Cold One's was never on the bucket list, maybe just tearing them apart because well there work my soul along with the Ghouls, but this didn't just affect us. Who knows what they could've done to others that we can't even comprehend, or begin to even try to, if made my head hurt and only increased my anger towards them. It's disgusting, it's vile, it's such a threat to souls most of time, souls. Souls that were born to fight and souls born of innocence. But what did I have any right fighting for souls? I can't even fight for my own let alone someone else's, it's so frustrating.

The whole thing, but at the same time, how could I turn away from something that was in my genes? In my genes? From what I could tell in this life, I was born first from the quick skim of my old journals, I have been relentless in reminding Jacob I was born first. I was still born to be alpha.

I listened to the silence in the house, outside of my window. I wish I could jump out my window right now and phase, stretch my legs, feel the earth beneath my paws. I miss it. I miss it so much.

The need to run was… an itch I've never felt before, making me restless, so I laid there and I imagined it. Flat on my back, the chilly breeze blowing in through my wind that used to have no effect. The shiver of heat rolling down my spine, and then the phase, I dreamt running through the woods. Butterflies, all types of butterflies following me through the dark forest.