― All it takes is the warm caress of serenity for an irreparable hate to tear and break. His tragedy was set in play. Her soul threatened to burn.
❛❛ NEW MOON ― BREAKING DAWN ❞
note: long chapters, some canon divergence, aged-up characters! (not slo...
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I was on house arrest when a joint effort was agreed that I was not to get back to work until I get a hundred percent better. On day three, I was losing my mind. It's the longest I've ever stayed in my house since getting a job and I couldn't muster another minute. I know there has to be some way I could go to work, distract myself, and escape this hellish silence I've endured long enough. And I knew just the person to ask.
It was past eight, there was a loud birthday party at the pavilion and I feigned feeling unwell so Jack would leave me alone for the night. I followed the path towards Jacob's garage and peeked through the gap on the door to see if there's anyone there. As soon as I saw him alone by the table, I knocked and let myself in.
"Lucy? I thought you were sick?" I frowned, seeing his new hair and well, he got taller. He disappeared for days, not seeing him with Seth or following Jack behind to take over my living room. It was a surprising change, but I thought it was just puberty.
"I made it up so I can sneak out and ask you if I could borrow this?" My fingers pointed on a motorcycle parked just by the door, seeing the other two far ahead where I knew he and Bella were working on these past few days. It's a spontaneous decision to ride one of it, but I was willing to take another chance. I got lucky once, maybe the juju was just a fluke.
"Harry's gonna kill me." He said, as a matter of fact, the tone in his deep voice almost unrecognizable.
"Tell them I stole it."
"They're not gonna believe me."
"Jacob, I'm so sick of looking at my ceiling. If you let me borrow it—I'll pay you."
He was now laughing. "You're that desperate, huh?"
"You won't even believe it."
"How about Jack?"
I frowned, repeating his question. "What about him?"
"Well, isn't he your boyf—"
"Hey!" I called out immediately, fearing extremely for what he'll say next. I can't even begin to imagine how that word would sound like against my name and his. I've been ignoring the pit at the bottom of my stomach for days now, since he decided to lounge around my house for almost half a day. More than he did the last few times. I can't think about it without feeling so lightheaded. "Hand it over or I'll tell Bella all about the beach incident." To sum it up, he wanted to learn how to drink so Jack egged him to chug a bottle of beer, and he puked all over the beach. It was not a cute sight and cleanup duty was a bitch and a half. I knew it was a low stoop but it's better than questions I won't know how to handle.
"That's not fair!" He groaned, walking over to the wooden bench angrily and throwing the keys to my direction.
