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On the surface

Summary:
Niam has no one, except the memories of her dead parents. On the surface she seems fine. hardworking, friendly. but she's not. she's upset with herself. And lonely. She needs someone who will look into her soul and save what she has left. Teen rating for darkness...


Notes:
This was exceptionally easy to write. So lots of updates i hope. This is before Bella comes on the scene (and no, Edward is not going to get off with Niam) and before the Cullen's go to Forks.


4. Chapter 4

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I walked through the wood. I liked this one thing about being here. It was beautiful and green. Outside our old house, there was a little wood and I loved to walk in it. It made up for the lack of sun and when I was outside, I could actually understand why a person would choose to live there. Cara, on the other hand, couldn't stand not having any sunlight. She was always complaining about the amount of rain. I was not looking forward to tomorrow when they left. Sure, Lance could seem charming and funny. But he was an arse. A total arse. My watch beeped and I sighed. It was time to start heading back. I meandered back slowly. Then I froze. A figure was standing in front of me, back towards me.
"Hello?" the person spun around. It was that boy from history class.
"Oh. Hi. Sorry, I thought I was alone. I was lost in thought," he said.
"I understand. I came out here to think too" I sat on a fallen tree trunk and he sat next to me.
"Why are you upset about?" he asked.
"What?"
"You're worried about something. I can tell"
"Oh, nothing"
"None of my business, I understand," he said.
"What about you?"
"I just came home from a camping trip and discovered that my girlfriend was having an affair with our adopted brother," he said, matter-of-factly.
"Wow" I said. He nodded.
"Niam!" a distant voice called. I ignored it, when I recognized it.
"I understand how you feel, to not have anyone you feel you can talk to," he said. I smiled.
"Niam!" the voice called again, louder and closer.
"Why do people insist on wandering around, calling out people's name. Especially when that person only wants to be left alone!" I wondered aloud.
"And then they complain when they get lost" he added, smiling.
"NIAM!" the voice shouted insistently. The bushes parted and Lance stuck his head out (considered handsome by people who didn't know how slimy he was).
"There you are. I've been calling you for ages! Why didn't you answer?"
"You called me three times. I chose to ignore you, you arsehole"
"Niam, I'm shocked. I came out here to look for my little sister, and all she does is insult me" his tone hardened slightly "You are coming back to the house now"
"I'm not done out here"
"Yes, me and Niam were just discussing stuff"
"Who the hell are you?" Lance asked. He couldn't stand it if he thought another boy was getting close to me. He didn't want me to be happy.
"I'm Jasper Hale. Niam and I are in the same history class, and we were just discussing the great depression" Jasper said, smiling at Lance.
"Fine. Niam, c'mon"
"I'll be there in a minute" I told him. He muttered under his breath and waited. Jasper stood up and helped me up. I held out my hand and we shook.
"See you tomorrow Niam. I think we have Spanish together. And, if I haven't been thrown out of history I'll see you then"
"We also have gym together I think. I missed it on Thursday last week because I had a music lesson"
"Oh, you play an instrument?" he asked.
"Yes. The flute"
"Oh, I play the guitar"
"You can discuss this later. Just c'mon Niam" I knew if I didn't come with him, when we were left alone tomorrow he would be worse then he would normally be.
"Bye Niam" he disappeared into the woods.
"Bye...Jasper" Lance pushed a branch aside so that I could follow him. What a gentleman. I think not. He paused, and brushed away another branch, but didn't move this time so I had to squeeze past him. He put his arm out, stopping me from passing.
"What do you want?"
"Listen girl, you need to watch your mouth. Remember, you are mine and nothing will ever change that"
"Get lost you arse" I said, trying to push past him. He slapped me, and then grabbed my arms, pining them to my sides. I struggled against his hold.
"I'd be very careful. You remember what happened last time" I stopped struggling. He smiled as I glared at him.
"Good. Now kiss me" he ordered. I opened my mouth in disgust and he jammed his mouth on mine. I tried to push him off. He didn't let go but shoved his tongue in my throat. I bit down.
"You bitch! I said, kiss me. Or else!" I scowled. He raised an eyebrow, expectantly. I sighed and kissed him gently.
"That's better. You know, I can see what your dad saw in you. You can be very cute when you want to be" I shoved him off me.
"Never...ever say something like that to me again. Or I swear, I will kill you"
"What? The way you did with your parents?" I felt a tear well up in the corner of my eye.
"Yes. You know it. You are an annoying stuck up cow that nobody wants. Guys will only ever want you for one thing you slut. I'm the only person you have" he said.
"Now. Back to the house" he said. I pushed onwards, until we reached the house. I knew that my night would be plagued with nightmares. The only type of dream I ever had.