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Two different people. Two different lives. Both running away from things they couldn't handle and didn't want to face. But a head on collision between the wounded Jacob and cunning Luz Maria maybe worth more trouble than facing the demons before them. (FIN : WASHOUT)
Disclaimer : All of the characters, situations, places, and ideas belong to their rightful owners. This story is not my speculation for what will occur in Breaking Dawn, but simply something that occurred after Eclipse. If that made any sense...
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"I think she’s coming around now." The voice is familiar.
My eyes open slowly. Embry is at my side. He looks at me.
"Yeah she’s here."
I move slowly. I look past Embry as I sit up on the bed. I am in the residence of the Uleys. Sam walks in. Embry gets up to leave. He closes the door behind him. My stomach clenches with anxiety.
"As soon as you can leave, I suggest you do."
I remain silent. His eyes accuse me, and I cannot plead otherwise.
"Jacob told me what you did to Tristan and Diego."
I think I should turn away in shame. But I will not.
"How is Jacob?"
Sam looks at me with a cruel smile.
"I can’t believe the nerve you have . . ."
"Is he okay?"
He shakes his head, almost laughing. "I can’ believe this . . ."
"We all have our reasons for making the choices we do. I cannot judge you for your past, and you cannot judge me."
Sam stops, and stares at me with hard eyes.
"Get up. I’ll take you to him. It’s only fair that he understands why you did what you did. It’s for him. You’ve done enough damage. Leave once you’re done."
I nod my head. I get up and follow him to the next room. Jacob lies on the bed looking at the ceiling. He glances at our direction as Sam closes the door behind me.
"Why are you still here?"
"I came to apologize. And explain myself to you."
"Your excuses don’t mean shit."
"I need you to understand me. I know you may not understand me now, but maybe later when"---
"Understand you? What do I need to understand? You’re a sociopathic killer. You need solitary confinement in an asylum where you can’t harm anyone! What is there to understand?! ," He sits up with some difficulty. He has bandages across his broad chest. His eyes accuse me as well.
"We’re just children Jacob. We have a lot to understand."
"Yeah. Don’t play with matches. Guess you never learned that one too? Eh?"
"Jacob please. Listen to me."
"I listened and this is where it got me. Thanks."
"I didn’t mean for it to get this far." Lie. Here we go again.
"Really? Or is that a lie too? Can you tell the truth? Or have you lost that aspect of your humanity?"
His words stab me, and I let him see it.
"Oh please. Don’t act as if I hurt you."
"Jacob let me explain. Please."
"I don’t want your excuses!"
"It’s an explanation!"
"I don’t want it!"
"Please let me"---
"No! I said I don’t want to hear it! ," He yells.
Something warm slides down my face. Jacob stares at me in shock. I move my hands to my face. Tears. I am crying. I look up at him.
"Let me tell you the truth please."
He remains silent. I begin.
"When I came here I"---
"From the beginning." His voice is cold. I sit myself on the floor and force myself to meet his eyes.
"I was thirteen. We lived in Florida for eight years. I was young and naive. My friends were few; my parents had been wronged in the past, family trust breached so they didn’t want me forming any close ties to people. They essentially kept me behind closed doors. I dared to venture out one day. Freshman year was going to start. That’s when I saw him. Tristan Henry. He was with some girl, doing things my parent shad shielded me from. My innocence was stained. He looked at me and smiled. Blood had stained his lips and licked them. And I felt . . . I felt strange. And it scared me, so I ran away.
"But he found me a few days later. He would walk me to school, pick me up. I know, pedophile, but he looked about twenty one years old. But it wasn’t like that. He told me things I had never heard of. New ideas. And I never having a friend, told him everything. He encouraged me to lie. Told me that it would be beneficial to me in the long run. Especially once I was out of highschool. He planned to make me a vampire. At that point, I couldn’t be more thrilled. He took me to meet his family, other vampires. They were dangerous, but seemed nice enough. No one noticed when I began to lie about whom I knew. I met other vampires that year, and they all had a vendetta against the Henries. I pledge my allegiance to Tristan, but I was forced to serve as a spy for the Weavers. I betrayed them both and got everyone killed."
Jacob grunted, snapping me out of my reverie.
"My family moved Louisiana, and it seemed as if I couldn’t escape them. I met a few vamps that hung around together. We became friends. He had heard about the Henry Weaver Massacre. I lied and said I didn’t know them. He found out it was me. We ran.
"In Texas I met the De la Sierras. They took us in. They knew what we were running from. They didn’t ask questions and we didn’t ask them. They gave us a home and food. Stefan, the Louisiana vamp, had caught up and warned some other vampires. Everyone went off to fight, and we ran when no one came back. We all knew Diego was going to come after us once he found out his family was killed protecting me from my past. Turned out Tristan wasn’t dead either.
"We kept running and here we are."
Jacob looked back up at form the bed. "Who’s Alejandro?"
It hurts. "He was Diego’s younger brother. We spent time together. He loved me. He told me it wouldn’t matter what would happen. I think he knew the truth."
"Did you love him?"
I stared back at him with anger. "Don’t ever question my love for him."
"Then why did you run? Why didn’t you go and fight?"
"He wanted me to stay. I think he knew he was going to die. He gave me a ring his grandmother made for him when he was younger. He always wore it. I always wear it."
"You’re not the type to take orders."
"He wasn’t ordering me. He asked me to."
"I asked you to leave."
"I don’t love you. I care for you. There is a difference."
"Care for me?" He sat up his bed again. "You care for me? Ha! What was our plan when you got here? Lie some more? Keep running? Tell me your plan."
"There was no plan."
"Yeah right! Tell me." His eyes seethe at me. Tears run down his face.
"Fine. I was going to get you to be my friend. I’d get you to kill Diego and Tristan."
He shook his head, wounds I was not aware about resurfacing. Tears fell.
"Always. I’m always being used. Bella as a rebound. Leah as a scapegoat for her misery. And you, as a murder . . . I think I, I’m just going to go gay. Guys don’t use me . . ."
I move closer to him.
"Get away from me."
"I’m trying to say that I’m sorry."
"Just leave. I never want to see you again."
"Then close your eyes. I promise I’ll be gone."
"You don’t love me."
"And you don’t’ love me. You’ll see that we were both using each other."
"No, you used me."
"And you wanted it. I can’t replace her, and you can’t replace him. You can’t be my gun and I can’t be . . . I can’t be whatever it is that you dreamed of. The knight slays the dragon or the dragon slays him. We both can’t win."
He looks up at me. His brown eyes are drowned in pain. He wants to say something. He closes his eyes.
I left the Uley residence that day, without a word. I kept my promise to Jacob. I made sure I never ran into him again. Embry I occasionally did, but it was of course very awkward. My parents asked no questions, this time they assumed correctly. They were happy that the running was over. My senior year was uneventful, to my wishes. But something scared me. Something I felt. Remorse of killing Tristan and Diego had faded, but something else hadn’t. I needed to see Jacob. And it scared me. I missed him.
On this bus to Indiana, I am scared. I am leaving Washington. For my good, for my family’s good, for Jacob’s good. I am heading to college. This slate will start clean, and I am letting go. I promise I’ll tell the truth. I promise.
- 481 We've Got a Hit and Run
- The House That Jack Built
- Diego De la Sierra
- My Heartfelt Apathy Goes Out to You
- The Bones in My Closet
- Crude Introductions
- Sweetness is Revolting
- Animal Protection Laws
- Awkward Silences Will Follow
- Tristan Henry
- Secrets Don't Make Friends
- The Itsy Bitsy Spider
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