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Unraveled

Summary:
The sequel to "TWISTED." Post-Eclipse. Lilly and Jacob set off to stop Lilly's vision from coming true. **I'm so sorry this is taking so long, I'm struggling to get this one written out. Thanks.** BTW: Reviews are nice, Reviews are what makes me want to write more. I could use the motivation, or the criticism if it's not going so well. Thanks.


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6. Chapter 6

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I was still sitting there as the sun began to dip below the horizon outside the window. I was still staring out across the room, begging it to reveal its secrets when I heard the floor creak and I smelled that musky odor. I closed my eyes, not wanting him to read the haunting echoes of my past.

“Lilly?” called Jacob’s soft voice through the darkness of the bedroom. I could hear the concern in his voice. I heard him come inside and make his way toward the bed. I felt as he knelt in front of me and took my face in his hands.

Their fire seared through the granite of my face. I finally felt as the tears began to roll down my cheeks.

And then I felt as Jacob kissed me, full on the mouth. There was the burn at first and then, just a calm, quiet warmth. I could feel passion and longing behind his hands, and behind his lips. He pressed against my lips, kissing me so deeply I wanted to tell him everything. When he pulled away, his face was wet with my tears. I wanted to cling to him, to tell him how it felt to have everything lost, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Whose room is this?” he asked. His voice was barely a whisper. He was still amazed by our kiss, by his brazen and by my lack of enthusiasm for it. The flowers, the lace, the doll and my reaction should have been answer enough, but he wanted me to say it. He wanted me to feel it again, but I couldn’t.

A hundred replies bubbled up, but none seemed to fit, so I said simply, “I don’t remember. It’s not important.” I stood abruptly and Jacob fell back a little. He rose next to me and we left, shutting the door on my past that I couldn’t recall.

I didn’t need sleep, there was no reason to explore the other bedrooms, drudge up other emotions. Although Jacob protested he wasn’t at all tired, he soon found himself draped over the couch snoring. The tiny old piece of furniture looked as though it would buckle under the sheer magnitude of person on it, but it held fast and he looked happy in his slumber.

I took this opportunity to slip outside into the cool night air. It was finally time to hunt. The hunger had been gnawing at me, grinding deep in my chest, threatening to slip out. Surveying the area and sensing no one, I began to run.

The wind whipped my hair back behind me and I could hardly feel the world beneath my feet. When I reached the woods I slowed. I was free again, not cramped in a house or a car or an airplane. Here I could breathe. Here I could run. My mind toyed with how easy it would be to run away and hide again, become invisible. But then I thought of Jacob and realized I could never be invisible again because I could never be without Jacob again.