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An Unheard Whisper

Sienne is a high-class, high-maintenance girl who lives and fights in the fast paced fashion industry. So what happens when she suddenly finds herself in the relatively calm and unstylish place of Forks, Washington? Read and find out! (Enticing isn't it?) Jacob/OC


4. Chapter 4

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Later that night I found myself with a pencil and paper at the Call’s table. I had become extremely bored. There was nothing to do except go outside and I refused to do so when that Jacob man was out there. And the ancient T.V in the living room? Yeah, didn’t work.

So after a bit of searching I found the tools I needed to do what I loved most: design.

I began sketching wild exotic clothing that reminded me of home. Then, gradually, my designs turned more mellow and simple, like my current surroundings. I tried to incorporate the natural lines of the earth by completely engulfing the model in nature. Just like the Reservation—seemingly isolated from the world.

My hand continued happily for a long time. I hadn’t known how long until Connie came home from work.

She walked in the front door and removed her coat. “What is that?” she asked nodding at my pictures.

“Designs,” I said somewhat distantly, putting the finishing touched on my last one.

She came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. “They’re beautiful.”

I wanted to tell her that she didn’t know anything about fashion and the then ask her how she could tell whether they were good or not. But I refrained. It was the first heart felt compliment I had heard in a long time.

So instead I said, “Thank you.”

I could hear her walk into the kitchen and open their yellowing refrigerator.

“Is Embry here?” she asked getting out pots and pans.

“Uh, yeah, “I said putting my pencil down and stacking my papers neatly, “He got here around one and has stayed in his room the whole time.”

She didn’t seem to find this unusual. Instead she said, “He’ll probably be leaving in an hour.”

“Where?” I asked, unable to withhold my rude curiosity.

Connie didn’t even falter, “A friend’s house.”

“Ah,” I said, “Jacob Black’s?”

“No,” she answered, “You’ve met Jacob then?”

“Yes,” I muttered.

“And you don’t like him,” she perceived from the tone of my voice.

“No,” I said honestly.

“Because you feel like he’s silently criticizing everything you do.”

Man this woman didn’t miss much.

“Yes,” I answered slowly.

She sighed. “He’s been having a difficult time this past year. He didn’t used to be so angry and bitter.”

I grunted in disbelief.

She smiled slightly, “I know. It’s hard to believe.”

“What did he used to be like?” I wondered aloud.

“Carefree. And he used to joke a lot. Just like any other teenage boy.”

“Teenage?” I said shocked, “Isn’t he, like, twenty-five?”

“Uh, no,” she said cautiously, “He’s only eighteen.”


“Yes. Could you please help me with this?” she asked nicely.

I was about to complain, but nodded my head instead. I had never cut vegetables before.

About forty-five minutes later Embry emerged from his room, hair tousled and looking worse than he had before. There were dark circles under his eyes and his face look gaunt.

“You going?” Connie called to him.

“Hmm? Oh yeah,” he muttered, already to the front door.

“Do you want to eat?” she asked.

“Naw,” he said, “Emily should have something for us. Then it’s my shift.”

“Okay, bye then,” she waved.

“See you.” And with that he left.

“It’s a good thing he didn’t stay,” Connie told me, lifting a pot of soup off the stove and placing it on the table.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“I didn’t make enough for him,” she explained. She began setting the table and upon seeing my confused expression added, “You’ve never seen anyone eat until you’ve watched Embry.”

“Oh,” I nodded.

After dinner and after Daniel and Connie had gone to bed I lay awake on the couch. My hands rested underneath my head and my mind wandered.

I wondered what Michael, Natalie, and Brayden were doing right then. Were they laughing? Were they talking, working? I pushed those thought away. They made me angry and I didn’t have the energy to be angry.

So I thought of my semi foster family. I had chatted with Daniel during dinner. He was always friendly, even when I wasn’t. And Connie. She was an… interesting person. Calm and assertive she always spoke very carefully. And she was completely devoted to her small family.

A great difference from my own mother.

I frowned. My mom loved me. She just didn’t always show it…

I turned my mind back to the Calls. Of course I never really got to see Embry. But he seemed nice, if a little shy. But where did he always go? Work… or his friend’s, like Connie had told me. Somehow that didn’t seem right.

And his friend Jacob. The eighteen year old that looked twenty-five. That kid was extremely messed up. What gave him the reason to act like the whole world revolved around him?

I almost laughed out loud at how hypocritical I sounded.

Well, whatever was making him act like that I was going to find out. I had to, for some strange reason. I needed to know why his eyes looked so tormented.

The next morning I woke up early. Not early enough to see Daniel go off to work, but early enough to beat Connie up. I had already gotten ready for the day when she came into the kitchen.

“You’re up early,” she commented.

“Yeah. Since I knew the sun wasn’t going to wake me I set an alarm on my watch,” I explained, proud of my cleverness.

“Hmm,” was all she said.

I folded my arms a little childishly—I thought I deserved better praise than that.

“You could’ve made yourself breakfast,” she pointed out as she opened the fridge.

“Well I was going to but… it seemed like you enjoyed doing it so much. I didn’t want to deprive you of that opportunity.”

She looked at me, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. I lifted my chin haughtily and tried to match her steady gaze. When I was unable to do so I cast my eyes to the floor. “And I can’t cook,” I added.


“Plus,” I went on, “I don’t like to get my hands dirty. Would you look at this nail job? Who would want to mess that up?”

She smirked at my feeble excuses. “I’m sure we could find something that wouldn’t be too messy.”

“You’re going to make me cook?” I whined.

“Don’t you think you should be a little bit more willing to help out?” she asked pointedly.

“I guess.”

After Connie helped me make myself an omelet she left. And again I was alone and bored. I decided to walk outside rather than stay in the house.

I was not well equipped for a walk in La Push. Their streets were uneven and roughly paved and there were no sidewalks. It was even colder than yesterday, and—if possible—the sky was darker.

But I was undaunted. The scenery could give me inspiration and I needed to breathe. So I wrapped my arms around myself and continued walking (a difficult feat in stilettos).

There were trees and green moss everywhere. It was beautiful in a strange way. Natural beauty was so different from the man mad kind I was used to. I was tempted several times to go loose myself in its mystic wonder, but resisted.

Soon I began to hear the distinct crashing of waves in the distant and the salty tang of the ocean filled my nose. I hadn’t known the Rez was close to the ocean. Picking up my pace I soon came to the beach.

Happily I took off my shoes and stepped into the sand. It was cold, but soft. As I gazed out into the dark water I compared the differences between this beach and L.A’s. It was warmer, of course, in Los Angeles. There were a ton more beach goers there too. I was the only one here. And the waves in California seemed less dangerous than these ones. But the scent was the same and it comforted me.

There was a lot of drift wood littered here and there. Eventually, when I became tired of walking the shore line, I sat down on a log that looked as if it had been placed there for that purpose. Resting there I gazed out into the angry waves.

I stayed there for a while, shivering from the cold, but willingly mesmerized, by the constant crashing motion.

Then I had the feeling someone was watching me. Turing around I saw the tall frame of Jacob Black stalking towards me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly. Oddly enough, when I looked in his eyes, I could no longer see the pain I saw yesterday. Instead it was as if he had locked it away behind a hard cool steel door.

“It’s not a private beach is it?” I snapped back.

“No it’s not,” he answered with out emotion.

I expected him to continue walking, but to my dismay he sat on the opposite side of the log.

With an exaggerated sigh I made to get up.

“Don’t leave because of me,” he said, sarcastic bitterness seeping into his voice.

I gritted my teeth and, just to make his angry, sat down stiffly. “Fine then, I won’t.”

He rolled his eyes. Then leaned his elbows on his knees and dropped his head.

Not knowing how to interpret his body language I held my eyes forward and folded my arms. We sat that way for awhile, again in silent battle. My body began to ache from the rigid position I held, but I would not be the first to leave.

It was not long before I was really cold. Involuntarily my teeth began to chatter. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms as I began shivering.

Jacob noticed. “Why don’t you have a jacket?”

“Why don’t you?” I managed to say.

“Ok, what’s your problem?” he asked crossly, pushing himself off of the log.

I did the same. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t. Listen, I’ve never been a jerk to you”—I snorted—“So how come you insist on being one to me?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m not the one who started it. You did.”

“I did?” he let out a short incredulous laugh, “Ever since you’ve come here you’ve been nothing but ungrateful and—”

“You’ve only seen me once previous to this, Jacob Black! Don’t flatter yourself in assuming that you know me.”

I could see him visibly shaking, and guessed it wasn’t from the cold. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Who would even want to try to get to know you?” he muttered.

‘You would, in your dreams,” I said childishly.

“Hah!” he baked, the shaking had subsided, “More like nightmare!”

I clenched my fists anger bubbling inside me, “You… you… think you’re so cool… stupid boy… gah! I’ll show you nightmare!”

He looked at me like I was crazy. I did not like that. “You frustrate me!” I finally screeched.

“And you don’t frustrate me?” he yelled back. “You’re the most selfish, spoiled… person I have ever—”

“You don’t even know me!” I pointed out again.

“And you sure as hell don’t know me.”

That made me stop. Something like guilt began to creep into my stomach. I tried not to let it show on my face.

Jacob must’ve seen it anyways because his eyes softened a little bit. “Look, I’m sorry you’re friends left you—”

“They were not my friends,” I spat, all guilt gone.

“No wonder!” he turned angry also, “They probably left you because they could stand you anymore.”

“How dare you even imply that!” I yelled indignantly. I brought my hand up swiftly and slapped his face. It was like hitting a brick wall. My hand stung and he didn’t even flinch. I glared at him furiously before stomping my foot and walking away.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I quickly slipped on my shoes. They were tears of rage, hate, and hurt. Jacob had hit a nerve with his last accusation.

Figuring that he would also need to use the main road I impulsively veered off into the dense forest.

My heels immediately sunk into the damp squishy ground. So I took them off again, an pretended that stepping on the little twigs and stoned didn’t hurt.

Ha ha, I thought sarcastically, sticks and stones may hurt my feet, but Jacob’s words will never defeat.

Then I frowned. That was probably the stupidest thing I had ever thought of in my life. I shivered. With any luck I’d die of hypothermia and then Jacob would be to blame.

I kept wandering towards where I thought might lead to the Call’s home. But every tree and plant looked the same, so I had no way of telling. My wandering took me on and on for ages. My feet had become numb long before I decided to stop. Breathless from the exertion I sat down on a wet fallen tree. These jeans had better wash out nicely, I thought.

Slowly I drew one leg across the other so I could inspect my right foot.

“Damn,” I muttered as I looked upon it. There were places where the skin had split and now was bleeding. How could I not have felt that? Then I realized that I still couldn’t feel the part of my foot. Urgently I began rubbing it, trying to bring warmth back into it. Prickling pain announced that my foot would indeed recover.

Carefully I put it down so that the cuts wouldn’t touch the ground. Balancing myself I looked at the other. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the right, just bruised here and there. I began the process of unthawing it and soon it too had feeling.

I looked up through to tree tops and noticed, with alarm, that the muted light was quickly fading into darkness. I was unwilling to get up, but decided I could just stay there forever.

Standing up, I cringed, as pain shot up my legs. I hobbled over to a fallen branch I saw on the ground. Picking it up I positioned it so that I could use it as some sort of a cane. Favoring my left foot I continued.

Soon questions filled my head. Shouldn’t I have reached the Call’s by now? Where was the road? I could’ve sworn I had been walking just beside it a few minutes ago… or was the hours?

A sickening feeling filled the pit of my stomach.

I was lost.