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If there were no monsters and no magic

What if Bella chose Jacob? Would she still get her happy ending?


3. Chapter 3

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Leah’s POV

“Do you want some breakfast?” I asked Bella. We were sitting in the living room just looking at each other. It’d been a long night, and I don’t think either of us got much sleep. I wanted to say something to make her feel better, but couldn’t think of anything helpful to say. If she felt anything like I did back then, there probably wasn’t anything I could say.

“That’s okay. I don’t really feel like eating,” she said and twirled her wedding ring around her finger.

I was at least glad Sam and I hadn’t been married. I can’t believe Jake would do this though. What an idiot. All we heard from him for years was Bella, Bella, Bella. And now what, a year after they got married, he pulls this crap?

The phone rang and we both jumped.

“How much do you bet that’s him? Embry must have seen you come in here last night,” I said.

“Don’t tell him I’m here, please.”

I nodded and grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Leah, its Sam. You missed patrol last night.”

Crap, crap, crap! I forgot about patrol.

“Sorry, something came up.” I mumbled and hoped I wouldn’t have to sit through another of his lectures. He’s the alpha wolf, not ruler of the universe. Plus the Cullen’s were gone, and we hadn’t encountered a vampire in months.

“Leah,” Sam said with a calm voice.

That was even worse! It made me feel like I was a little kid again. I scowled at the phone.

“I’m sorry, okay? I won’t forget again.”

“Is Bella there?” he asked.

“Why do you care?”

“I’m just asking. Jacob is worried,” he said with the same calm voice.

“Yeah, I’m sure he is. Just like you were worried about me, right?” I sneered.

“Just answer the question, Leah. Why do you always make everything so difficult? Why can’t you make this easy for me, just this once?” he asked finally letting the exasperation leak into his voice.

“Bye Sam,” I said and hung up the phone before I started to cry.

Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes. I angrily wiped my tears away. I hated that he could still make me cry. Bella ran to the bathroom, and I could hear her getting sick.

I went into the kitchen to fix some breakfast. I might not eat as much as the boys, but I couldn’t just skip breakfast.

The door opened just then and in came Quil, Embry, and Paul. Great, The Three Stooges, just what I need.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” I growled at them.

“Have you seen Bella?” Embry asked.

“Get out of my house.” I told them.

“We just want to know if she’s here, Leah.” Quil said, folding his arms over his chest.

“Do you see her?” I asked, glaring at them.

“Well, no, but…” Embry trailed off.

“Then, get out. And tell your leader that next time he wants to find his wife, he needs to look for her himself. If he isn’t too busy ruining her life, that is!”

“You’re such a –,” Paul started, but I interrupted him.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Paul! Or the next time I phase the entire pack is going to know just how much stamina you have.”

“Such a harpy,” Embry said.

“Spoken like a true puppet, now get out of my house.”

The three of them mumbled curses under their breaths as they stormed out of the house. God, they make me so mad I could scream. I heard the bathroom door open and close, and Bella walked back into the living room.

“I’m sorry, Leah. I should just go. I don’t want them to keep bothering you,” she said.

“No, no, Bella, It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I finished making breakfast and ate at the kitchen table while Bella sat on the couch.

“So, you and Paul, huh?” she asked me, arching one of her eyebrows.

I sighed. “Yeah, well, a girl has to do something to keep busy.”

I threw my bowl into the sink and walked into the living room to sit next to Bella. Looking at her like this, all hunched over with arms wrapped around her chest like she was going to fall apart, I wanted to go and kick Jacob’s abnormally tall ass! Imprinting! What a load of crap.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she whispered.

“Well, there’s a council meeting tonight. Everyone will be there, so you can go back to the house and get your stuff. Then you can stay here for a while, if you want to that is,” I added.

“Thanks, I think I will.”

I wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but I couldn’t. It’s been years, and I’m still not okay. Instead I just give her a hug which is the most human thing I’ve done in a long time.

Bella’s POV

I would have to be fast. I was sure it wouldn’t be long before he knew I was here. Once Leah phased, the entire pack would know. After all, they had no secrets – something I knew all too well. I couldn’t look any of them in the face for an entire month after the honeymoon, knowing they had probably seen, well, everything. It still made me blush to think about it even a year later.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw his car was gone. I didn’t want to fight with him, didn’t want to talk to him, and definitely didn’t want to see him.

A voice echoed in my head: Such a rotten liar, Bells. Great, now I’m hearing voices. Why do I suddenly feel like I’m 18 and lost again? I stopped when I reached the porch. The house was the setting for so many happy memories. Some of the best days of my life occurred between those walls. It wasn’t a mansion by any means, but it was my home. Jacob was my home. I smiled as I remembered how nervous he was the day we came to look at it.

“Not as big as…he’d said. He didn’t have to finish the sentence; we both knew what he was thinking. Edward might not be physically around, but he was never far from our thoughts. He was the pink elephant in the room when we were fighting or whenever Jacob felt inadequate. It didn’t matter to me how big the house was, though, I loved it. It was small and tiny and just… perfect. Its perfection dimmed slightly when there were three or four full-grown werewolves trying to squeeze themselves into the tiny kitchen, though. We still mostly gathered at Emily’s although it was me who did the majority of the cooking these days with Emily being on bed-rest.

I unlocked the door and entered the dark house. Last night’s dinner was still on the stove. I was cooking when he told me, and I never finished. It was so quiet in the house and so cold without Jacob – my personal sun – here. It almost felt like a crypt, and in a way it was. How fitting my marriage would end in the same place it started. I was cooking dinner that night, too. It was like we’d come full circle. He was sitting in the chair, his long legs stretching out in front of him, nearly reaching the stove.

Jake, move those death traps before I fall. I’m clumsy enough as it is, I don’t need any help,” and we laughed.

“I’ll catch you Bells, haven’t I always?” he said and pulled me into his lap.

“Sure, sure,” I teased. We sat there for a few minutes. Jacob was staring intently at me, my face blushed red under his gaze.

“You’re going to give yourself a brain hemorrhage!” I laughed.

“Marry me,” he said and I just nodded.

I didn’t need to answer him because it wasn’t a question, just a statement. That was the best thing about Jacob. He never had to ask me anything; he always just knew exactly what it was that I needed – even if I didn’t know myself. Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. If I started crying now, I would never be able to leave. I grabbed my cell phone off the kitchen table and ran through the house – thankfully not falling – to our bedroom. I grabbed armfuls of clothes out of the drawers and chunked them on the bed, not even bothering to look at what I was taking. I was putting them in the suitcase when I noticed him in the doorway.

“Lifetime of servitude up for grabs,” he joked.

“It’s not funny, Jake.”

“I know. It’s just…,” he said and then he noticed the suitcase. “Bella, you can’t leave.”

“Funny you should say that. I’m not the one leaving,” I muttered trying to move past him.

The pained look on his face would have been enough to stop me, but it didn’t help that there was just so much of him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

“This isn’t your fault. You should stay.”

“I can’t, Jake. There are just too many memories here,” my voice broke on the last word.

“Bells, I’m so sorry, I’m just so sorry.”

I knew it was mean, but I couldn’t help it. I pulled back from him. “Doesn’t change anything. Sorry.”

He winced. “Where are you going, then?”

“Leah’s for now. Until I figure out where else to go. Maybe I’ll go down to Florida and stay with Renee for a while.”

“You’re leaving La Push?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, I am.”

“You can’t, Bells. I need you here,” he pleaded.

“I can’t stay, Jacob. Don’t you get that? You may not be able to help what happened, but did you really think I could stay here in La Push surrounded by your friends, your family, your pack and see you with her? Do you have any idea what that would do to me?” I said, sobbing.

“Bella, they’re your family too.”

“No, they aren’t. As far as I’m concerned, I think they are just as much at fault as you are.”

“What?” he said, his voice beginning to rise.

“I just hate werewolves! If there were no monsters and no magic, this wouldn’t be happening! We could be together, we could be a family.”

“It’s not their fault! None of us chose to be werewolves,” he yelled. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s those…”

“Don’t say it, Jake.”

“Damn bloodsuckers!”

“How come – no matter what we’re fighting about – we always end up at the same place?”

“Because it’s always been about Edward, and it will always be about Edward, Bella.”

“Jacob, how many times do we have to go through this? I picked you.”

“You might have picked me, Bella, but you wish you’d picked him. I hear you when you’re sleeping, ‘Edward – don’t leave, please, don’t leave.’”

“You know what? Maybe I do wish I’d picked him. He’d never leave me for someone else.” I screamed and ran out of the house.