There is a saying that goes, 'Time heals all wounds.' Whoever coined that was a fucking idiot. Time might numb the pain a little, but that wound is still fucking there. Still oozing acid and pus, rotting and reminding.
It has been ten years since all that shit happened. Ten fucking years, and that wound still exists, it has simply been bandaged up. I wish I could say that everything calmed down after Jake brought Seth's body back to the Rez. That would be a lie though.
After everything died down, after all those that had not needed to be there had been sent away, Jake had marched his way to Sam's with the rest of the pack behind him. He hadn't explained at the time, we only knew that something had finally snapped for our Alpha and he had seemed to come to his senses. Of course nothing ever goes right, there is always some complication.
By the time we had made it to Sam's it was obvious that it was too late. Bella's truck was missing as were several things from the house. Jake had stormed through the house, tearing things left and right as he searched. It was as if he thought he might find Bella huddled in a corner somewhere.
The rest of us just stood as he tore apart the house, at least until we heard him screaming and growling. We had run up to the bedroom to find Jake totally destroying it. By the smell in the air and the small amount of blood still on the sheets it wasn't hard to figure out what had happened.
From that moment on Jake was changed. He no longer even tried to enjoy life, everything was about the pack and finding Bella.
We buried Seth a few days later, and Sue a year after that. We had all tried to bring her out of her depression, but we couldn't do shit for her. She had lost her husband and both her children. The kindest thing we could have done was allow her to slip off quietly. She had died in her sleep on the anniversary of Seth's death.
As for what has happened with the rest of us? Some of us have had it easier than others. Jared and Kim eventually married, Claire grew up and her Quil quickly became the love of her life. Embry, for awhile, had spent most of his time helping Jake to find Bella and Sam. But he, as the rest of us, soon realized that it was a fruitless effort. He met a girl in Seattle, a sweet and quiet little thing, and was due to marry her in a month.
Jake's relationship with his father was strained, both of them blaming Billy for what happened. Billy spent most of his days just sitting in front of the TV, as Charlie still refused to talk to him. Even though I have tried to get the two together again.
Jake still hasn't given up on Bella, he swore that he would one day find her. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he planned to kill Sam when he did. He may have preached to us about letting revenge go after we all found out how Seth died, but no one would fault him for what he planned to do. Let's not fucking beat around the bush, it was partly revenge, but it was also for everyone's safety. Sam Uley was gone, he had died the moment Emily did. Only his body remained, a body that still had the ability to phase into a giant wolf and had no conscience. We all were plagued with nightmares of what Sam might have and might be doing to Bella.
For what had happened to me, I guess I have it pretty damn good. At least compared to some. After Bella's disappearance I had insisted that I be the one to tell her father. Charlie had of course broken down, though not before he begged me for his gun back. He had planned to track them down and kill Sam. The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that Jake planned on taking care of it. It hadn't surprised me when Charlie had only nodded and said he needed to teach Jake to fire a gun. There was nothing a father's love wouldn't drive a man to do. It was something I understood myself now.
I spent that night with Charlie, sitting at the kitchen table with cups of hot frothed milk. For the next week I remained there, then the week after that, and after that. Eventually I moved most of my things into his house.
Charlie had become a father to me, and though I knew I would never replace Bella, I hoped that he thought of me as a son. I found my mate in Jake's sister Rachel, she had come to visit and one look was all it had taken. We married quickly, and now several years later we still lived in Forks with Charlie and our two children. Both of which called Charlie Grandpa.
I wish that I could say that something really good had come out of that shitfest, something that wouldn't have happened otherwise, but that would be a fucking lie. There is no lesson, no real moral. Just one really fucked up story.
There is no happily ever after.
"And they survived."
I'm not sure how many years have past since I chose this life. Time seems to be only something from a fairytale. And I was most assuredly not in a fairytale.
After I slept with Sam that day, how ever many years ago, he had quickly shot up in a panic. He had started rambling on about how we needed to leave, and quickly. He said that now that Jake and the others knew, that they would come after me. He kept repeating over and over again about how they were coming to hurt me, to take me away from him like Leah took Emily. That we wouldn't allow them to take his family away again.
We quickly packed what we could, and stuffed in my old truck. I had curled up in the passenger's seat of the cab and cried. Sam would reach over and rest his hand on my leg, making small shhing noises and trying to comfort me. He had thought I was scared that they would try to take me away, to kill me and the 'baby.'
Since that moment my life had changed. I was no longer Bella Swan and he was not Sam Uley. We were John and Lily Shelley, newlyweds. The first few months scared me the most. Sam stole to get money for food, he crashed my truck on propose and set it on fire. The things he had done so we wouldn't ever be found bothered me.
Eventually he was able to find this nice little family that owned a farm and needed help. The Williams. They had taken us in, Mrs. William going on and on about how Sam…or John shouldn't have allowed his wife to travel in my condition.
After that first night Sam had wanted to sleep with me every chance he got. It hadn't hurt as much as the first time, and once he knew no one could get me, he had made sure that it was enjoyable for me. This all meant that I quickly got pregnant, as we never used protection of any kind.
I gave birth to our first child, a son named David, while we lived with the Williams. When David had been old enough Sam moved us, packed the car that Mr. William had given us in the middle of the night, leaving nothing but a letter to let the family know we had gone.
For the past few years…or more, I am still unsure of the time. David looks to be ten or eleven, but I couldn't tell you. But during this time we went from farm to farm, finding people to work for, people that wouldn't ask too many questions.
We currently lived with a nice older couple, Mary and Frank Edmonds. They were very old and grey, they had never had children and they could barely take care of the farm on their own. Sam had told me that he suspected that they had put us in their Will. He hoped that we would now have a place to stay from now on.
We needed it. David wasn't the only child we had, there were also the twins; Julie and Jessie, and then little Walter. We had a fourth on the way, and I hoped final. Though I knew Sam wanted as many as my body could carry.
Sam…Sam isn't Sam anymore, and I don't think he even sees me as Bella. Many times he had slipped up while he moved over me, growling out Emily. And yet sometimes Bella.
I know I should have found a way to have left him, should have tried to contact Jake or my Dad, but I'm stuck with him. Not because of anything he had done, but me. It was stupid, wrong and dangerous, but over these years I have found myself falling in love with him. It scared me to be without him, it scared me to even leave the house anymore. He had been so strict, saying he was protecting me. Always worried someone was going to take me and the children from him.
He only allowed those he approved of near me. I have seen him beat people almost to the point of death because he said they were a threat to our family. I wouldn't be surprised if he had actually killed.
I smiled weakly from my little rocking chair by the window as Sam walked into the room. I knew it was not me who he loved, I was nothing more than a shadow of Emily. But I would take what I could get, I was too frightened to be without him.
In the end I knew that was what he had planned.
In the end...
A.N. And that is the end. Yes, Dark, and I'm sorry for those that wanted a happy ending. Sadly sometimes that just doesn't happen. There will not be a sequel to this, not a chapter story or even a oneshot. Again sorry, I did try at first to make this story go in a happy direction, but it had it's own mind.
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