First Imprint Sam's Story.

Chapter 2: Changes

Chapter 2 - Changes

Sam's POV

I grabbed my purchases off the shop's counter and headed for the door. I couldn't believe I had to buy more clothes. In less than a month I had to buy 10 pairs of pants because I kept growing. For the most part, I just wore sweats, but even those kept getting shorter and shorter until they were up to my knees. You would think that I would have stopped growing at age 20. Instead I went from 6'0 to 6'5 in only a few months.

Maybe Leah was right and I needed to see a doctor. I was hot all the time and my hands started to shake whenever I felt the slightest bit agitated. I didn't know what was going on. Worst of all was how my body ached. I felt like I was being stabbed by tiny pins all the time. And to top it all off, whenever I walked around the reservation, I kept getting weird looks from people, especially the Elders. Anytime I walked into a place where Billy Black or Harry Clearwater was, they stopped whatever they were doing and would just stare. I didn't even like going over to Leah's anymore. It was really beginning to make me paranoid and pissed off, which didn't help stop my shaking hands problem.

The paranoia was one of the reasons I jumped at the chance to get out of town and go to Seattle for the day. My mom needed some documents that were at another tribal office in the area so I volunteered to go get them. I decided that while I was there, I'd do some shopping since none of my clothes fit me anymore. As I headed towards my truck, I started thinking about the whispers and stares again and a wave of irritation shot down my spine making me feel like it was on fire. I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Leah's number.

"Hey," her voice came on the line.

"Hey yourself, how was school?"

"Boring as usual. I swear, if I have to sit at lunch and listen to Jacob Black talk about that girl Bella one more time, I'm going to throw up all over him. He hardly knows her but he won't shut-up about her. Oh, and you'll love this, did you know that she's dating a Cullen? Billy was over earlier talking about it with my father. Of course they're both freaking out," Leah said, chuckling.

"No kidding, I hope she's careful." Instead of this conversation calming me down as I had hoped, it was only agitating me further.

"Oh Sam, when are you going to stop listening to those stupid stories," Leah sighed. "When are you coming home?"

"I'm on my way right now. Maybe when I get back, we can go out to eat."

"Ok, I'll see you when you get back. I love you." Leah said.

"Love you more, bye." I disconnected the call and opened up my truck door.

It was then that I saw him. Across the street was my father. I hadn't seen him in years but I would have recognized him anywhere. Fury like nothing I had ever felt before shot through my body. My father looked well fed, his stomach bulging out from his body, and he seemed like a man who was perfectly content with his lot in life. He had his arm around a woman who looked younger than me.

I wanted to go across the street and rip his throat out. I was shaking so badly that when I looked at my hands they seemed blurry to me. The fever I always had lately, worsened, and the heat shot through my whole body until I felt like I was going to suffocate from it. The pins and needles sensation that had plagued my skin for weeks went from irritating to feeling like I was being stabbed by a thousand knives. Instead of killing my father like I wanted to, I jumped in my car and screeched out of the parking lot as fast as I could. I raced all the way back to La Push, shaking so hard that I could barely hold onto the wheel.

As soon as I got home, I jumped out of my car and just stood outside, looking at my mother's worn down house. Everything about my mom looked worn down. She was so thin that half the time it looked like a strong wind could break her. She had the look of being permanently exhausted and it seemed like she carried the weight of the world on her slim shoulders most of the time. Compared to her, my father looked like the fat cat who swallowed the canary. Unlike my mother, he had looked like he didn't have a care in the world.