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Truth Hurts

Summary:
He squirmed and turned to me, opening his eyes. He stopped crying immediately. All my fears were completely irrational. I looked into his bright blue eyes and I knew, I was meant for him and vice-versa. Quill had nothing on me. notebook paperA Leah love story.


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1. Chapter 1

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Chapter 1:

Stupid kids, stupid babies, stupid rug rats. Kids are so bratty. People should just be born a teenager with all the knowledge that they should have gained through the years. Maybe that’s too complicated, we should just put all kids in their own community and call it hell. Yeah, that works. Creepy children.

Now a new one was coming to poison the world with its smell.

Mom was dragging Seth and I off to her best friend’s sisters’ baby’s birth. Apparently she was a friend of the entire tribe. Ugh.

I was in the car, Seth next to me. I was annoyed. Actually that was an understatement, I was pissed. We walked inside, me trailing behind. I went and sat down in that stupid waiting room. Seth was playing a video game in the chair next to me, completely entertained just by staring at the screen. I could practically see his tail wagging at his boring system. It would be if he would change. I’d asked him if we could go outside and have a quick race, and he turned me down, the little brat.

I groaned, “Please, Seth, please,” I hated to beg, but the boredom was painful. Boredom is the worst possible torture known to mankind. It would be sitting next to bad smelling vampires, but mankind doesn’t really know about that, thanks to us. We were in the car a good three hours and who knows how long we had to wait now.

“No, Leah,” He hissed, annoyed at me, “You’ll just win anyway.”

“But I’m so bored!”

“Leah, no, unlike you I actually want to see little Wesley.” He rolled his eyes at me.

I thwacked him in the back of the head, “Ow! What was that for?”

“Enough you two,” mom snapped.

“Yes ma’am,” we muttered.

That’s right, the little brat’s name was Wesley. Wesley was coming to taint the air with his gooey, whiny, crying, drooling, pooping presence. Nice. I shuttered…ugh…children. They make my skin crawl.

Bella, the new leach, came in with Renesmee and Edward, burning my nose. I got my “sitting next to stinking leeches” wish, but I was still bored.

“Hey, Bells. Glad you could make it.” Jacob said, I jumped, not noticing him there until just now. I rolled my eyes, he was staring at the ‘baby’ the whole time he was talking.

Bella noticed too, “Here,” she handed it’s hand to him, “She’s been dying to see you, though it’s only been two days.” Annoyance was clear in her voice. I wasn’t alone.

Renesmee was the size of a five year old by now, “Hi, Jake,” she said.

“Hey, kid,” he lifted her into his lap and hugged her.

“What’s the baby’s name again?” she whispered to him.

“Wesley,”

She nodded, “That’s right, it’s a nice name.”

I looked around, the whole pack, Billy, and a few of the Cullen’s were all here. Even Charlie, though he was glancing around, clearly scared shitless. Apparently this girl went through something traumatic and made a noble recovery, making more friends than anyone.

Quill was a few chairs down from me, a squirming Claire in his arms. Poor guy. Sam was next to him, holding Emily’s hand. I winced and flinched. I continued to look around, everyone who imprinted had their imprintee right next to them. Gross.

I quickly steered myself away from the topic.

I was livid, Jacob invited them here?! I can’t believe it! He can’t be away from her for- ugh!

My arms were shaking. Everyone stared warily at me. Jake and Quill were scooting away, wanting to protect their ‘babies’.

I stood up and stalked off, I can’t stand those people. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the kid touch Jacob’s neck, probably in a question about me walking off. That or thirsty. Bloodsuckers.

I walked to a soda machine, maybe some pop will help me calm down. I sipped my Dr. Pepper, leaning against the wall and taking deep breaths.

Seeing all those people in love hurt. It brought back my worries. What if something was wrong with me? I was the only girl, imprinting probably doesn’t apply to me. Was I destined for loneliness? Was I-

Bella walked up to me, “What do you want, leech?” I hissed.

“We can see him now, he’s very beautiful.” She said. “You’re mom said you had to come, I offered to get you because she looked like she wanted to yell.”

“What, did your husband tell you that or did she look mad?” I hissed, practically spitting the word husband.

She sighed, “Leah, I’m actually blocking Edward from reading minds. He doesn’t enjoy hearing voices buzzing in his head, it’s actually soothing when I’m around him to block them. It gives him migraines.”

I snorted, “Yeah right,” Leeches can’t get migraines.

She sighed, not wanting to argue.

We walked back to the small, cramped hospital room Janet was staying in. The thing was bundled up in a blanket with her holding it.

“Leah,” she exclaimed, “Oh, the last time I saw you, you were this tall,” she held her hand to about four feet off the floor as evidence.

I smiled, “Hey Janet,” I looked over, mom and Janet’s sister, Anne Marie, were talking in the corner, “How are you?”

“Oh, wonderful. He’s so healthy,”

I nodded, yeah, great. I asked how she was, not how it was. But sure.

I hate kids.

Wesley stretched and squirmed. He moaned and then busted out into a fit of crying. The screams wailed like a siren through the tiny room. The leach kid, Claire, Embry, Seth and my hands flew up to cover our ears.

He squirmed and turned to me, opening his eyes. My hands and jaw dropped. My eyes grew wide.

He stopped crying immediately.

All my fears were completely irrational. I looked into his bright blue eyes and I knew, I was meant for him and vice-versa.

Quill had nothing on me.