Julianne Swan never knew a normal life. With her parents split up, and being constantly on the move with her mom and her new boyfriend; she was ready to finally have somewhere she could call home. Will she be able to find it in a pair of familiar br...
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13 || i m p r i n t
DAD CAME HOME, WATCHING JACOB and I in the front yard. He was probably confused as to why I had a small bag next to me, and why Jacob and I were having a stare down. "Good evening, Jacob," he greeted, rubbing my head in his own sort of greeting.
"Hey, Charlie," Jacob gave my dad a lopsided grin.
"I'll be in to cook dinner in a second, Dad," I spoke up as he went up the stairs. I saw him nod his head, waving his hand, letting me know he understood.
"I'll be back later to explain," Jacob whispered as he stepped closer to me, his eyes softening. "I have to go talk to--"
"Sam, I know," I cut him off with a nod. "It's fine, Jacob. I get it."
He bit his lip between his teeth before pulling me into a hug. I hesitated in returning it for a second or two, before wrapping my arms around him. "Leave your window open tonight. I'll be back." He pulled away, giving me a smile.
I nodded my head, saying that I understood as I watched him take off into a run, straight into the woods. I grabbed my small bag, listening to Jacob's howl as I made my way inside the house.
I glanced over at Dad as I realized that I was going to have to come up with some excuse as to why Bella was gone-- and would be gone for God only knows how many days. I put my head down as I tried to think of an excuse for Bella, without making either party sound bad.
"Jules," I walked into the living room where Dad was placing his gun up on the shelf. "Where's Bella and Alice?" I guess it was now or never.
"Uh, she- uh, went to visit the rest of the Cullen's--" I mentally slapped my forehead at my lame excuse. I saw his eyebrows raise at my lie, as he turned to look at me. "I guess Alice got a weekend ticket for them both, to uh- go to New York to visit the rest of the family." My voice dimmed at the end of my sentence, not truly believing the lie myself.
"So, she left for New York without saying goodbye?" he questioned.
"She knew how busy you are with Harry's funeral, they didn't want to miss their flight," I wanted to cringe so badly at my excuses and lies.
