I suddenly think on accident in the back of my mind. "I have the pills and I can use them whenever I want." I hear everones mind not thinking anything but Sam's. "Don't do it Liz! If I find out it worked I'll have your head!" He said and I laugh and say, "You wouldn't wanna k̉ill a baby Sam!" Then I heard a two voices pipe up and say, "Now I get it!" "Who's the father Lizzy?" I hear Paul say and I growl. "Nobody ̉id̉iot!" I snap and we finish patrol later and as I walk home Sam grabs my arm. "I swear Lisandee Lakes if you take that pill and it works your life will be over." Sam says serious. "I know it's not a game. If I can have a baby one time only then why wouldn't I?" I ask him the same serious way. He looks at me for about a minute straight and lets go. I go home and know it's my chance. I stare at the bottle for what? Thirty minutes? Then I put it back into the bag. I wasn't going to do it that way. I needed a way though! I needed something! I wasn't going to get prẻgn̉at by a PILL! That just means I'm desperate. I needed someone. I needed... Someone to talk to. I throw the bag and pills under my bed and go downstairs. "Mom?!" I ask and begin looking. "Yes Lisandee?" She asks, taking off her reading glasses. She was reading a book. I sit next to her. "I need to talk to you. It's serious." I say. She nods and puts her book on her table. "If I told you I would never ever have kids. For health reasons, what would you say?" I ask, remaining my voice calm. I close my eyes. I didn't want to see her reaction, but I didn't press my eyelids down. "Lisandee? Is there something you're not telling me?" She asks sternly. "Mom. There is only one chance in my whole life to have kids. That is now. This is serious. It's not some joke." I say opening my eyes, keeping my expression calm, and my voice low, and stern. She stares at me, with surprise. "Wha-What are you talking about?" She asks, like a little girl, not understanding. "I'm out of here. See you later." I say, angrily. I was full of rage. I go upstairs and pack everything I needed for about a month. I pack my wallet, my savings, in there, and proper clothes and under garments. I scribble a note saying bye, and saying I'd be back soon. I didn't say I loved them, because at that point, I really didn't. I grab the pills and go out the window. I open the garage using the pass-code, and take my bike.I ride all the way to where La Push was, and just ride, straight forward. I seriously needed to quit stressing, and just sit back. I see a cliff. It was so.... Pretty. I ride my bike till I see a beach, and lock it up. I change into a swim suit, and walk till I see the cliff again. Staring at that beautiful sight.... It really was nice. I stare in awe for about five minutes, hanging my bare feet over the water, until I hear a sound. It was someone talking. It was deep voices. I had left my back pack over locked with my bike... I look behind me. It was a bunch of teenagers messing around. I growl quietly. I wanted to just jump off this cliff. I look back again, trying to calm myself. They were walking toward me... Should I act flirty, or tough?I decide both. Hard to get, but flirty. It would be pretty tough though. I was alone, no friends or girls to blend in with. I turn my head away and stare again. I hear them all let out a laugh. "Hey." One taps me. I look. This guy was cute. Like, I wasn't even playing flirty anymore...I look up. "Oh, hi." I say. I felt butterflies. "I'm Aiden. You live around here?" He asks. "Not really. Just about ten minutes if you walk. I'm Liz. I say. He had about fifty tattoos? His two other friends introduce themselves as John and Vince. They all had about one tattoo, other than Aiden. He was cute. I mean... Ugh, cuteness can not be defined in words! We all talk for a while, getting to know each other.I feel something buzzing in my hand. My phone? Wait what? I look. Sam. I groan. "I'll be right back." I say and get up, walking a distance away. "What Sam?" I snap, hushing myself. "Where are you?" He asks. "None of your business. What do you want?" I ask, angrily. "You aren't at home." He says. "I'm hanging out with friends. So?" I ask, I was angry. "You can't go out with friends Liz! You'll transform on them!" He says. "No. I. Won't." I say, madly. Trying to calm myself. I hang up the phone.
