𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
That's all they ever thought she'd be good for. A good imprint. Quiet... caring... nurturing... she'd never be strong like her brother. She'd never be enough to meet the standards they set for a true, worthy warrior. So w...
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❝ It's hard to put it into words
How the holidays will always hurt
I watch the fathers with their little girls
And wonder what I did to deserve this
How could you hurt a little kid?
I can't forget, I can't forgive you
'Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me ❞
𓆩⛥𓆪
The moon hung in the inky black sky above La Push, moonlight beaming down on the cute little houses and thick foliage as the icy chill that hung in the air made Jo shiver. The charred remains of Rusty's corpse had long since disintegrated into dust — leaving nothing but smoldering blackened bones and the acrid scent of ash in its wake — and yet Johara remained outside, sitting out on the front steps of the house, knees tucked to her chest, with a huge warm jacket that she'd stolen from Jacob's cupboard engulfing her shivering frame as she stared at the pile of dust with a blank expression. Her eyes hadn't left the remains of the vampire she'd reduced to cinders, and though the night had passed in silence, her mind hadn't rested.
It was the wee hours of morning in La Push — so early that the sun hadn't yet risen and even the birds hadn't yet woken to sing their morning song — and while Jo had sat up all night, worry for her best friend's safety gnawing at her gut as she waited for the news of Harper's arrival, Jacob was just returning from his impromptu late night rendezvous with Bella Swan. Strictly speaking, he wasn't exactly supposed to be talking to Bella but ever since that day in the meadow, he couldn't stop thinking about her. And now with all the emotional strain of the previous night and the drastic impending changes that'll be made in his life, Jacob needed the comfort and familiarity that only Bella Swan could provide him with. So in the middle of the night he'd snuck away from his room and blown off his patrol shift to see her. And now he had to sneak back into his house.
Only problem: Jacob wasn't nearly as well-versed in acts of teenage rebellion as his twin sister was. So, when he tried to sneak into the house, all he ended up doing was make a big racket.
Noticing the figure on the porch and assuming it was either his dad or even Sam waiting to scold him, Jacob tried to climb through the kitchen window... that was right by the front door. And, alas — not having realised how slippery and unstable the morning dew could make old rickety window sills like theirs — he slipped and fell right onto the metal trash cans, taking a large chunk of wood out of the window pane with him.
He winced at the sound it made and waited for someone to pop their heads out of the house and call him out. When no one did he sighed with relief and stood up, ready for round two. But before he could even try—
