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CARLISLE'S SO-CALLED "FRIENDS" continued to flock to the Cullen house to stand as witnesses. Neither they or the Cullens seemed to care about the Quileute boys being forced to Phase due their proximity. The Pack's youngest member was twelve, and it turned Leah's stomach just to think about a baby being forced through what she went through.
She prayed to whatever God heard her that this was over soon. If she had to watch one more child's life get turned inside out because of these fucking jackasses, she'd truly go feral.
Every time they came across the red-eyed vampires, she was reminded of how unwilling the Cullens, who claimed human life was sacred, were to set boundaries with their fellow leeches. How they hadn't truly cared about the Forks or La Push residents.
Leah had just finished Phasing and was pulling on her T-shirt over her chest when Rosalie, the frigid blonde, appeared.
Noticing the usually crowded lawn was now acutely barren, Leah asked, "Where's everyone?"
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Ren's playing," was all she said, and Leah knew that either Edward or Bella had insisted all come listen to their prodigal daughter. She'd seen it once and had no desire to see it again; it had taken everything within her not to Phase and rip every single head off all those who crowded Renesmee. It was clear Bella only encouraged Renesmee—Christ, what a mouthful—to boost her own ego. Both her and Edward. Of course, their child would love music! And be a natural because her daddy was just so talented. That was how talent worked, after all.
