Venus//Paul Lahote [2]

nineteen ; turn around

N I N E T E E N ; T U R N A R O U N D

"turn around and dont come back"

"You can't be serious Scarlett?" Paul snapped at his mate who stared him down, unashamed of her beliefs. She wasn't going to cower to his harsh tone or menacing eyes, she wouldn't submit.

"Yes, Paul I am," She responded simply, her voice while calm was border lining on anger. She leaned against the counter top in the kitchen of the small forest cabin that they had made their home. Paul, however, was enraged at his mate and what he came home to. After the meeting with the pack, Scarlett had gone home, Paul following behind her half hour later. But when he arrived home he caught the tail end of the conversation she held on the phone with Jake. She was making sure he warned the Cullens and telling him that they weren't going after them for tonight. She was aiding and abetting the enemy and he caught her red handed, she didn't even have the decency to look guilty.

Though that was the thing, she wasn't guilty in the slightest bit. She wasn't keeping it a secret and had anyone asked her she would have been upfront and honest with them about what she was doing. She was helping protect an innocent girl and her unborn baby, she saw no shame in her actions, hell she felt slightly heroic. She should probably end up with the key to the city after this or some shit, Paul didn't see it that way.

"That thing, is a monster Scarlett, a coldblooded killer," Paul hissed in her face, his body shaking and quivering in anger at his girlfriend. Scarlett's eyes narrowed at his words and his body language she could see what he was doing. His shoulders pushed back, body raised his face hard as he stared down at her with dark eyes. He was trying to intimidate her. She could have laughed in his face right then but held it back with a snort.

"First of all, step the fuck out of my face," She growled, her eyes flashing blue for a moment as she pushed him out of her personal bubble, " Second of all, how the hell is it a monster if it's literally stuck in Bellas womb right now?" She questioned him, eyebrow perked nearly entertained by what his answer to that was going to be, but then again she saw it from a mile away.

"I may not be a killer now but it will be, it's not natural," His voice was firm and his eyes held a sort of discontent by that fact that his imprint was disagreeing with his words, that she was truly defending the monster fetus that lived inside a girl that made her life miserable, that fact alone was enough to set him off the edge.

Scarlett scoffed at his words throwing her hands up, "News flash babe, I don't know if you knew this or not but we literally turn into giant dogs, now correct me if I'm wrong but that sure as hell doesn't sound natural either," Her arms crossed together.

"That's different," He stubbornly shook his head, "We're not killers,"

"And neither is Bella," Scarlett fired back harshly, but that was obviously the wrong move as just the mere mention of the brunette girl had finally pushed Pauls buttons. She watched in fearful fascination as his entire demeanor shifted from holding back his rage to unleashing it. He reached over and grabbed the wine bottle on the counter, throwing it against the wall narrowly missing Scarlett's face.

She yelped as she jumped out of the way, "What the fuck!" She exclaimed but Paul couldn't hear her over the sound of his thumping pulse in his ears.

"Bella Swan this, Bella Swan that. I am so fucking tired of hearing about that stupid girl. And what about the stupid girl that's standing in front of me right now?" He growled while Scarlett remained silent taken aback by his actions and words, "Look at you Scarlett, pathetic. What happened to the girl that wasn't going to let Bella Swan control her life? That was the girl I love, this," He motioned to her body, "I don't know who the hell this is, the girl that drops to her knees at her every beck and call. You know when we first met, I thought maybe you had feelings for Bella because why else would you be so utterly obsessed with her, and now maybe I think I might have been right, well then go. You two deserve each other, and hell its perfect she'll be a blood sucking monster soon and we all know you have a thing for them dont we, I should have taken everyone's warnings about you, Scarlett, you are nothing but a whore," Paul shouted at the dark haired girl who remained frozen in her spot as she stared at him in complete shock. She wanted to scream right back at him, throw a glass at his head too, do everything he had done to her right back at him but she couldn't.

Neither would she cry though, she wouldn't allow him to see that he had won, and she didn't want to see the look of guilt crawl up his face like a spider, which she knew it would. Instead, she nodded, a small fake laugh falling from her lips her eyes watery, "You can go fuck yourself, Paul," She growled walking passed him making sure to slam her shoulder into his as she passed, before grabbing her bag and heading out of the house. She could hear him finally come to his senses, calling out for her to come back, but when she didn't turn all she heard was the sound of glass breaking and shouting.

She didn't turn back around, she just kept walking keeping her head higher than before. She had promised herself long ago, no man or woman would make her feel inferior or less than, and it was no different for her mate. She was better than that; stronger.

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Authors Note:

woah woah first paulett fight??? rough man, rough

pls pls pls let me know what you thought, i know it was short but opps

love you all...bwh