The Quiluete Bad Boy

Shut out

"Paul!!!! Please just come out and talk to me!" I yelled from outside our guest bedroom door. It's been 3 days since Paul stormed off from the bonfire meeting and locked himself in there. I hadn't barely slept and he wouldn't eat. I would leave food outside the door just to come back later and pick it up the same way I left it. I was worried about him. I could sense he was hurting and I found myself wishing i could rid him of his tie to me. Maybe then he wouldn't have to put himself through this misery. I sat on our living room couch, contemplating the whole situation. I replayed Billy and Sam's words in my head over and over. I sat there for almost an hour before realization hit me.
More or less what they were saying was I was the weaker one. If he got hurt badly, I would too. However, if I were to get hurt on my own, Paul would still at least physically be alright. I looked to the door which remained locked. Behind it Paul was completely silent. I pained me to know he was beating himself up for something he had absolutely no control over. He didn't deserve to have to carry the burden of having me around. He didn't need to be worried about hurting me as he fought to protect his people. In my mind I knew what I had to do. I wasn't going to kill myself like a dramatic film or whatever. Instead I was going to leave. I was going to  do what I had before, only this time I needed to make sure no one knew, so they couldn't save me. Eventually me being away from Paul would probably kill me. Only then would Paul be free of this and could he try to have a more normal life. I swiftly made my way to our bedroom, grabbing my luggage from the closet and stuffing my clothes in frantically. I grabbed all my hair products, shoes, etc. When I finally got everything packed up, I surveyed the room making sure I forgot nothing. My eyes landed on a picture of Paul and I on our first date together. We were smiling at each other and I longed for our relationship to be simpler as that time. I grabbed the frame and tossed it into my suitcase. I looked out my window and saw thankfully my car was parked behind his truck, so I wouldn't have to risk him hearing me leave. Once I was dressed and ready to go, I grabbed my purse, throwing in my emergency cash. I stopped in from of the guest bedroom door, and tears began to flow down my face. I had to do this for him. He was my everything and I loved him beyond compare. I would do absolutely anything for this man. So deep in my heart, even though I knew I was going to my probable death, I knew I was making the right choice. I quietly  went out the side door and tossed my bags into the trunk of my Honda Civic. When I reached the driver side I decided to take one last look at our home. I got in the car and began driving, I knew of a person I could stay with in LA. A friend of mine from high school was always looking for a roommate, on the account she lived in the heart of the city and people never stayed too long. I passed the area by Embry's home and saw the guys and Leah out in the open playing a game of tag football. I knew they couldn't see me so I silently waved at them whispering goodbye. It was one of the worst feelings I had ever felt. I knew they wouldn't understand completely. I felt guilt rush over me, but my mind never wavered, this is what I had to do.

Paul POV
I felt a sudden ache in my heart, but I didn't budge from the bed. I laid there contemplating just how much of a monster I was. Jo was thrust into this world and then basically told she had a risk of dying because she met me. It was all so messed up and I found myself wishing I could reject my wolf. That would mean losing her though. I wanted to protect her, but this whole issue of me being the problem made it just that much more difficult. I just wish there was some way to fix all this. To just be a normal imprinter and imprintee. To be in love without having to at every moment worry about hurting each other. She had fallen quiet recently, as I couldn't hear her footsteps throughout the house. I assumed she had finally fallen asleep.  I had laid there for half the night, this pain still hitting my chest. As much as I didn't want to move, I knew I needed to eat something. Hesitantly, I arose from the bed and crept my way out of the room. There laying on the floor was a tray with a sandwich and some chips along with a beer. I picked it up, carrying it to the kitchen. I switched out the beer for a cold one and began devouring the sandwich. Within a few minutes I had it gone and felt slightly better. I decided to go lay eyes on Jo to make sure she was ok. After all, I had basically left her alone for too long already. I peaked my head in our room. The room vacant and something felt wrong. I walked in peaking into the bathroom, still no Jo. It would be odd for her to be out at this time of night. My eyes suddenly caught site of the closet and I froze. All of her clothes were gone and her luggage too. I looked out our bedroom window to the side of the house. Sure enough her car was no longer parked behind my truck. I ran to get my phone dialing Embry. "Come on dammit." I stated impatiently.
"Hey Paul what's up it's been days and we have all been worried." Embry stayed answering my call. "Em! She's gone please tell me she's with you! Have you heard from her at all?"
"What do you mean she's gone?!" He asked frantically. "No I haven't heard a peep from either of you for days. None of us have. Her parents have been worried sick, but Sam asked them to give her some time." I grabbed my keys and rushed out to my truck. "Embry we have to find her. It's all my fault. I locked myself in the guest bedroom because I couldn't face her. I'm a monster and she is the one paying for it. But I can't lose her I just can't. She's all alone and i would kill myself if something bad happened to her."
"Dude don't worry I already told Sam. We will find her just get over here."