Swan Goin' Wolf

Healing

 Since telling me about the imprint Sam and I have got closer. I was allowed to leave the house a little more as the risk of infection decreased in the wounds and began to spend more time down in La push. The guys agreed that it was the best that I stayed in La Push as much as possible, out of the Cullens territory and away from my home that had two Cullens frequenting it almost daily. I had trouble feeling safe in my own home now, knowing that at any moment one of the Cullens could snap and someone in town, my father, my sister, myself, could end up as a bloodless corpse that would never be found.

If fearing about her safety wasn't enough, I was sacred that Bella was becoming dependent on Edward and the other Cullens. She had practically cut off the friends she had made when she had first moved here. There wasn't a day that went by that she wasn't out with Edward, at the Cullen house, or Edward or Alice were here at the house with her. She almost resembled a drug addict. It was like she would into withdrawal if we tried to keep her away from them for a day. I tried to get her to take me to Port Angeles for a sister day and she refused to go if Alice or Edward didn't come with us.

Today Sam was giving me a ride to the hospital to get the bandages removed and the last of stitches from my face and arm. I was excited that I would final be rid of these scratchy bandages, but I was scared to see the damage that was left behind. I was scared of what Sam would think about me once the bandages were removed and he could see just how damaged I was. Not just on the inside any more, but on the outside as well. I could feel Sam drawing lazy circles on my hand as I stared out the window. He gave my hand a squeeze and I looked over at him. He was looking over at me questioningly as he drove.

"What's wrong, Sunny?" Sam asked and I shook my head.

"There's obviously something wrong. I can feel it and your not smiling." Sam said and I sighed as I looked away.

"I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop." I said and Sam seemed concerned.

"Why? What do you thinks going to go wrong?" Sam asked and I looked away. He pulled the truck over on the side of the highway and put the truck in park. I heard my seat belt unlock before his arm wrapped around my waist and he hauled me into his lap. He gently took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. His eyes showed his concern.

"What going on in that head of yours, Sunny?" Sam said and I felt embarrassed at my insecurities. I didn't want Sam to worry about me when he had so many other things on his mind to worry about that were more important.

"It's nothing, Sam. There are things more important to worry about." I said and tried to move my chin away from his hand and my eyes from his piercing gaze.

"It has to be something big if your trying this hard to hide it, Sunny." Sam said.

"Please, Sunny. I can't do anything to help if I don't know what's wrong." Sam pleaded.

"Their taking the bandages off." I said and kept my focus on the door handle on the passenger's door.

"I thought you would be happy about that." Sam said confused.

"I am, but now you'll be able to see how scarred I really am." I said and I felt a tear trek down my face. Sam pulled me closer to him wrapping his wraps around me in a hug. He laid my face against his chest and I could feel his lay a kiss on my head.

"Scars don't matter, Sunny. If anything they prove how strong you are. I'm not going to think any different about you now that the bandages are coming off. You are just as beautiful with the scars as you were before them. You haven't changed, Sunny. Your the same person, just with proof of your strength on your skin." Sam said and I hugged him tightly. He was right he did make it better.