The Consequences {Jacob Black}

Chapter XIV: Jacob's Point of View

This chapter may contain situations and content not suitable for all ages, read at your own risk.
TW: Sexual assault
___________________________________I ran circles around the high school, followed Annie all the way back to Forks and finally ran home again. I joined the rest of the pack at my place. "Where'd you disappear to today?" Paul sneered. Of everyone in the pack, Paul was the one I got along with the least. He had a reputation for being a man-whore, but I had always made an effort not to believe that. People say what they want to say. Now I had patrolled enough with him to know that it was true. Still, he was my brother and I was going to make this work.

"I talk to Ryanne," I said simply. Everyone stared at my like I'd calmly stated that I jumped off a bridge. "What? Sam said I could talk to her. I just can't tell her about the legends." Everyone still looked dumbfounded. "Look, I just talked to her and then I couldn't handle it, so I left."

Jared came up and slapped my on the bare shoulder. "Whatever, dude. Between you and Sam, I never want to imprint," he said. We walked down to the beach, football in hand. We may be Spirit Warriors that shared our souls with wolves, but we were still teenagers. Some two hand touch quickly turned into full on tackle. We were laughing and shaking the sand out of our hair as we walked back to the house. I couldn't speak for the rest of the guys, but I personally felt normal for the first time in almost a month. I had gotten to hug my best friend and play football with my friends, just like any other kid on the Rez. It felt great.

Good feeling gone. The orange truck in front of my house was like a bulldozer, knocking away any and all sense of normalcy I had. "What are you doing here, Bella?" I asked. She jumped and turned around.

"So it's true? You're with Sam and his cult now? I thought you hated them!" she shouted at me. "Quil said that you were with them; I didn't want to believe him," she said. It hurt that she was so disgusted with Sam and the pack, but I guess I had no one to blame but myself. I had been so afraid of what they could want from me that I hadn't thought about what they could be doing for the tribe.

"Sam's helping us all get through some stuff right now Bella. I think you should leave." I didn't want her to leave, but it was better for everyone if she just got out of our hair now, before Paul exploded. I mean, it was more likely to be Paul than anyone else. Or me, depending on what Bella said.

"What did my sister say that could have made you hate me so much? Ryanne doesn't know anything about me, Jake. Whatever she said, it's probably a lie," Bella rushed. What was she talking about? Annie hadn't said anything to me. At all. And if she did talk to me, I doubted it would be about Bella. She would probably just apologize more.

I took a step towards Bella and fought the urge to growl. "You need to leave. Now," I managed between clenched teeth. Bella got back in her truck, but I didn't look away until she was down the street and out of eyesight.

"Chill dude," Embry said. "You should go for a run. Burn some steam," he suggested. I nodded. I needed that. I needed the release. I loved Bella Swan, I knew I did. She was everything I could ever want in a girlfriend. She was kind, selfless, beautiful, and smart. She was great. The imprint was wrong. The spirits had chosen the person that made me complete, which was Annie, but she would only ever be my friend. She's like my little sister. A beautiful little sister, but a sister nonetheless.

Thinking of Annie made my heart ache a little. I stripped and phased, heading for the Swan family residence in the hopes of getting a chance to talk to her. "So just get out of my room and leave Jake alone, okay?" Annie all but screamed. I heard the echoing of a door slamming and Annie's shakey breaths. Her heart beat eratically in her chest, the arythmia worrying me.

I waited until I heard her breathing even out to phase back, swiftly pulling on my shorts and climbing up the sturdy tree beside her window. She was curled in a tight ball against the door, shivering as the cold April air blew through the open window. Carefully, I leaned over until I had a hold of screened shutters and pulled them closed. As I phased back, I wished I could've done more. But there was no way someone could've gotten into her room to cover her and I had to make it believable. A howl sounded, interrupting my thoughts.