This is the rewrite of Impossibly Yours. Bella was born Jacob's sister, like she had wished in New Moon. But what happens when she meets Edward? Chapter Five is up now!
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It was one of those days when all I wanted to do was sleep. Jake was out with his friends and Billy was over at Forks, watching baseball with the Chief of Police. I had no idea how they struck up a friendship, and I only saw Mr. Swan, as Billy told me to call him, only a few times. And even then he was very withdrawn. Jake joked that he reminded him of me. I rolled my eyes and stalked out of the room, casting an angry glare at Jake. But at this moment, I would trade sitting around the house all day to spend an afternoon in Forks.
Instead of wasting precious gas that I had little money to afford, I plopped down on the ragged living room sofa and turned on the small television. The screen instantly glowed to life and I face an old rerun of a soap opera. Even as I tried to absorb myself into the mindless, cliché plot, my mind drifted.
Mike, dinner, movies, Edward. I shook my head again, trying to rid my mind of these betraying thoughts. I told myself over and over that he was just an ordinary boy that my silly teenage hormones decided to focus on. I was scared to say that I was on the road to infatuation. I grimaced at the thought, but in the end I worked myself into believing that modern culture was to blame. It wasn’t my fault television taught girls to go bananas over a hot guy. I was just a victim.
Suddenly images of dead villagers ran behind my eyes. Soaked in blood or all of it drained out of them. A lustrous woman with golden hair was running down towards the harbor, more people fleeing from the monster. A young boy was screaming that the smell burned his nose and his mother covered his mouth as soon as the woman snapped her head to face them. They were all victims.
The door smashed open, startling me out of my disturbing thoughts. Not real, not real, not real, I chanted over and over in my head. Even so, a sweat lined my brow and my heart was beating faster than it had a right to.
I heard something crash in the kitchen and I abandoned my considerations to see what all the commotion was. I expected a wild animal that somehow sneaked through the back porch, but instead I saw my brother standing over our broken kitchen table.
I gaped at him, never seeing him as angry as I did then. He was gripping the edges of the once whole table, the pieces in his hands splintering under his grasp. I tried to choke out something to say, but my mind came up blank. And to tell the truth I was scared to death. My brother never looked so…dangerous.
“J-Jake,” I gasped, stumbling forward in an attempt to somehow help him. But when his gaze met mine, a shudder ran down his body. I fell backwards at the sight, wondering what happened to my brother.
He groaned and leaned backwards, his back hitting the kitchen counters and slid down onto the floor. I just stood there, my mouth wide open and my eyes unable to blink.
“Bella,” Jake whimpered, covering his head with his hands. I watched him in stunned silence before I remembered that I should be comforting him. I moved forward slowly, as if he would attack me at any moment. But I knew he wouldn’t. This was my brother, not some rabid mountain loin or something.
I sat down next to him, and I could plainly see the tremors running through his body. But they calmed down and then disappeared as the minutes ticked on and I finally felt like I could breath again.
“Please explain what happened right now,” I demanded when I was sure he was normal again. I saw him flinch and I feared that I asked the wrong question.
“I didn’t know I could get so angry,” he mumbled, seeming just as surprised as I was. I stared at him, trying to distinguish his expression. He shook his head quickly and pulled the rubber band out of his hair. He retied it and leaned back against the cool wood of the counter.
“What happened?” I whispered, my body shaking now. Jacob was the happiest kid I ever knew. Nothing upset him; he even gave off a cloud of bliss whenever he walked into a room.
But now he was looking at the opposite wall as if he really couldn’t see it, all traces of happiness wiped from his face.
“Jake?” I asked timidly. He glanced back at me, a small smile suddenly on his lips.
“It was nothing, really,” he explained quickly. “I have no idea why I reacted that way.” He sniffed before continuing. “Embry’s just going through a little faze right now. Joining gangs and all that,” Jake snapped and the bitterness returned to his face. I reeled back, aghast.
“Embry joined a gang?” I asked again, not sure if I heard him right. “But-But he’s the shyest, and best mannered out of all of you!” I cried, not willing myself to believe it. If Embry joined a gang, what did that mean about Jacob?
“He’s even ignoring Quil and I,” Jacob whispered softly. “He ran away from us as soon as he saw us walking down the same street as him.” His head fell and my heart dropped with it. His pain was my pain and he was too good of a kid to be experiencing this. Embry, Quil and him were joined at the hip, figuratively speaking, since birth. I silently cursed the source of all this.
“You shouldn’t worry about it,” I found myself saying. “It’s just a faze, just as you said. Nothing to explode about.” Jake glanced over at me and gave me a weak smile. He then saw the table at the corner of his eye and grimaced.
“I’m dreading trying to explain to Billy about that,” he sighed and picked himself off from the floor. He held out his hand and helped me up, too. “Thanks,” he whispered before climbing the stairs up to his room, leaving me in the splinter covered kitchen.
I felt fury building inside of me, the kind that burns through one’s veins and leaves them numb. If there was anything I was defensive about, it was my family. Anything that hurt them hurt me in return. Anyone who torments my brother like this would be sorry. I would seek him out and give him a taste of the anguish Jake was experiencing.
With my head hot with anger I stalked out of the kitchen and into the living room to turn off the damn television. All thoughts of sleep raced from my mind. Considering my streak the past week or so, some strange dream would send me into panic during the night. I didn’t want to find out what it would be.