Pinned but Fluttering

Interlude II: Jacob's POV

Interlude II – Jacob's POV

A/N: For my online fan fiction class this week, I assigned the class a flash fan fiction story. “Flash” fiction is a story between 300-1000 words. I thought I'd do the assignment, too; it's a great exercise for wordy writers like me to pare down to the essentials and make every word count. Obviously, I didn't include all these swear words in the version I posted for my students, LOL! So this version is a little over the 1000 word maximum for the assignment after I added in the swear words and a couple of phrases that I hated removing for my class version. I hope you enjoy this second “Interlude”; the first was Chapter 33 in Edward's POV (third person).

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I couldn't believe that it had been three weeks. Three weeks without her. I couldn't believe that Sam just let those fucking bloodsuckers steal her away from me. He practically delivered her on a fucking platter to them.

Knowing them, she was probably sucked dry within minutes of them taking her away.

I had watched them leave with her in a fucking ambulance. Saving face, that's what they were doing.

All I had to do was prove it to Sam, and we could attack them, tear them limb from fucking limb and get our revenge.

No leech can take what's mine.

And she had been fucking mine.

I know things changed between us, but it wasn't my fault. I was born into a family of Protectors. When we were younger, I tried to be there for her, sneaking her library books and food, letting her out to watch TV with me when Billy was at his council meetings.

But control became a real challenge once I changed. Anger came too easily to the surface. Just the way she cringed away from me made it difficult not to slap her into a wall.

I knew I loved her, but she had to learn to quit provoking me.

For years I had ignored my father's drunken and not-so-drunken rants that Bella Swan had ruined our family. That it was her fucking fault that Mom was dead, that he was crippled. But he never blamed Sam's father, the drunk driver that night.

Now I knew why.

Sam was my brother. In his blood flowed the power to change, to protect.

And we protect our own.

Even if it meant blaming her.

But Sam wasn't Alpha. I had fought changing because I saw what it was doing to her; I couldn't take on the responsibility for the tribe when I could barely control myself in my house, could barely keep myself from killing her in the raging anger that was part of this transformation.

But if Sam refused to confront those fucking leeches, I may take that power back.

Finally Sam had caved, had made a plan to make sure Bella Swan was dead before we attacked. We couldn't allow bloodsuckers to kill a human near our boundaries.

They had broken the treaty, and we were ready to prove it.

I stood there at Sam's side, waiting. My hands shook no matter how I tried to still them.

Then they came out, three of them, onto the porch, the leader in the middle.

But when the leader said I had given up all rights to her, I began to shake uncontrollably. I tried to respond back, claiming her, but they confused me; they talked about her as if she were still alive.