Speak || A Twilight Fanfic

Chapter 13

Paul didn't know what his plan was. Storming into the Black house and wolfing out would not have been the most ideal situation, but he needed to do something. Jacob had done an unforgivable thing, and Paul would make sure he knew he had.

But anger was running through him too fast to be contained. As much control as he had mustered with Gabi, Paul could feel it running out. And he knew the worse thing he could do was reveal the long-kept secret of the reservation to Jacob before his time. As much as he wanted the wolf inside him to rip the other boy to shreds, he knew better now than to let that kind of anger control him.

Still, he found himself putting his car in park on the long dirt road that led to the red cabin, his body shaking as he tried to keep the wolf at bay. He knocked on the front door harder than he had anticipated. The sound reverberated deep inside his ears, echoing the quick beat of his heart. If Jacob was the one to open the door, it was more than likely that his fist would collide with the boy's jaw.

"Mr. Lahote," Billy smiled, opening the door wide. "What a surprise to see you here. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Is Jacob around?"

"He is not," the man responded. "He is most likely with his friend Quil still. But if there is anything I could help you with, please let me know."

"I don't think this is something you should know," Paul struggled. "It's... I don't know. I don't think you want to hear this."

"Try me, Paul."

The boy kept quiet for a second, mulling over whether telling Billy was the right thing to do. It was stupid and juvenile to speak of the problems between two people that –technically—had no business with him. It was not his place to air their quarrels out. "I think you need to talk to your son, Billy," he sighed. "I don't know what's going on in his head, but he can't keep doing what he's doing."

"What has he done, Paul?" Billy asked sternly, his fist gripping at the sides of his chair. "Something tells me this has to do with Gabriella Swan. And I know my boy has not been the kind of person I raised him to be. So, please, do not sugarcoat things for my sake."

"I really wish I could say that it is not my place to speak about this, but I can't just stand by and let him hurt her." Paul took a steadying breath, the coldness in the air stinging his lungs as it filled them. "Jacob went by to see her today, to get her to find a way to get Embry back into his group. But we both know why he has felt the need to take a break when it comes to their friendship. Now, I don't know how he came to the conclusion that Gabi would be able to do anything, but he basically told her that if Embry didn't come back, that he would break up with her. For good.
And maybe it was an accident like she says, or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. But he either pushed her, or he let her go, and she got hurt, Billy. The skin on the palms of her hands is completely broken, and she has a massive bruise that covers her entire hip. So, I am hoping that it was an accident and he didn't see her. Because if I find out that he drove away after she got hurt and left her there, I might just take matters into my own hands."

Something like a mix of anger and disappointment flashed across Billy's face. A gaze that chilled even Paul. "I can't believe this," Billy scoffed. "That boy has truly lost his mind. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Paul. Believe me when I tell you that the wrath of the gods will rain down on him. But I do want to ask you one thing, and I hope you answer truthfully."

"Uh, sure. Anything."

"Did you imprint on the girl?"

Paul felt his throat tighten at the mention of the bond. He had managed to get the pack to stop pestering him over telling her, and in two weeks, they had yet to mention the supernatural link that tied him to Gabriella. But, for some reason, he didn't think that he was that easy to read.