The Consequences {Jacob Black}

Chapter LXXXIX

Back when Leah wasn't a complete bitch, she used to like to wear dresses and skirts and all that shit. And her wardrobe was still stocked with them... and they were a lot less modest than the things that Emily owned. Modesty wasn't something that I was afraid of or anything. But if I was going through all the trouble of looking good for a wedding, then I was going to do it right.

"Jake doesn't think I should go," I whispered as Leah was fussing with my hair. She had wanted to do it straight, but I refused. Straightening my hair was something I reserved for special days. And the day may be special for Bella and Edward, but I had decided that I was going to pretend like it was just another wedding that I had been invited to.

"You're going," she said firmly, rubbing her hands together to mix some product or something.

"What are you putting in my hair? And why can't I just stay home?" Her hands were running through my hair. I could feel it getting slick and sticky, but no matter how much I protested, Leah wouldn't let me turn around.

"Well, there are a few reasons that you have to go to the damned thing," she said, turning around and kneeling in front of me with some brushes in her hands. She started dusting my face. I couldn't answer her, closing my mouth to keep whatever shit she was putting on my face out of my mouth. God I hate makeup!

"First of all, I have no reason to wear dresses or heels anymore. I mean, not these kinds of dresses."

"Nate could -"

"Mouth closed!" I snapped my mouth shut and stared at her. "Now, I'm looking forward to having a dress on. So that's one reason that you should be going. The next reason is that we all need to see the little witch's face when she discovers that I'm there instead of Jake. Oh, and then there's the added benefit of getting the chance to yell at her." I gave her a look, but you flicked my cheek. "Eyes closed. But I guess what would be most important is that you get to prove a point." I pried one eye open and looked at her.

"If you go to this wedding, Ryanne, you get to prove that she didn't break you. You told you dad the truth, you ratted her out, you are alive despite her multiple accidental attempts to kill you, and you got Jake. Your sister has done nothing but try to hurt you. And you are alive and happy despite her. So don't go to this wedding for your dad or your mom or because you think that it's what you should do. Do it because you are the only other bitch that I can count on and she didn't break you." Leah had a point, several in fact. And they were all quite valid. Bella had never done one good thing for me.

Even when I was sick and she'd come in to check on me, she'd had an agenda. Bella tried everything she could to ruin my life, even if she thought that she was doing things that could protect and help.

But at the end of the day, my best friend, my wolf, my boyfriend had chosen me. And Leah was right; my sister hadn't broken me. The shit hand she'd dealt me had only made me stronger.

"Fine, we'll go." I stepped into the dress that Leah had picked out for me before Leah had finally let me see myself in the mirror.

My normally crazy hair was crazy and tame. It was a wild mane around my head, the curls were the same size, but they had somehow grown in volume until they were framing my face. Leah had dusted my eyelids in brown and pink shimmers. The way that my hair fell, it managed to covered my shoulder that were exposed by the short, strapless sweetheart dress. It gathered around my waist, managing to prove just how narrow it was. It fell straight from there, a solid A-line that fell just below my knees.

"Did you become a magician in the last few days?" I asked her as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had thought that Emily was incredible at this, but she was nothing compared to Leah. She just laughed.