Author's Note: Okay, I know I'm late and I'm sorry. But here it is! Enjoy.

Chapter CXXXVII: Jacob's Point of View
After a little nap, I got her home. And despite her near death when she rolled over my head and ended up on the floor, we made it home in one piece. Of course, then we had to deal with Rebecca once we got there.

I honestly hadn't noticed anything wrong with Rebecca until Annie pointed it out. It only took a second for Becca to explode on my imprint. She leapt forward to get in her face and shouted, "No; nothing is okay. He left me because I was bitter, because I was focusing on things that couldn't be changed. You know what he said to me?" She didn't even pause to give us a chance to answer. "He told me that my mother is dead and nothing would change that." How could anyone say that to someone that they cared about? Anyone who had ever experienced death knew that it wasn't something that just went away. "I told him that he didn't know what happened to her and he shouted at me and told me that he would, if I would've talked to him about it." I could see the tears well up in her eyes, the pain and the anger all melding together. "So he walked out; asked for the ring back and told me that I could call him when I was ready to stop being a bitter hag."

The man had come and asked permission for her hand, asked us if we would given her to him. Dad had told him yes, had said that he believed that Parker would be good for Rebecca. I waited until Dad had wheeled himself off to the kitchen to confront him. "If you ever, ever hurt my sister, I will kill you myself. I mean it; she deserves the best and if you don't give it to her, I'll kill you," I'd threatened him. He'd promised me that he wouldn't hurt my sister, swore that he wanted to be there for her. I had trusted him with one of my most prized possessions. And he had failed.

After I'd managed to get Rebecca to her room and tucked into bed, I followed Annie's scent to the laundry room. She was bent at the waist, gathering all of our stuff from the duffle bag and beginning a load of laundry. I waited until she'd unconsciously hit the start button to speak. "You're amazing, you know that right?" I asked her. I didn't know many people who would take all the shit she took from my sister. And through it all she never said a word against Rebecca. But compliments slipped off my girl like turpentine. She moved to stand across from me and cocked her head to the side.

"How is she?" she muttered like she was afraid to wake my sister up.

"She's sleeping," I said but I could see that she wasn't happy with my answer. "She's a little worn out now," I elaborated. She nodded probably assuming that was the end of the conversation. But my imprint was incredible and I was tired of watching her sell her self short. "I'm serious, baby girl." She was blushing and looking away from me in an effort not to believe what I was saying. "My sister has always been mean to you, Annie, and it will never cease to amaze me that you don't bite back," I whispered.
She was still the color of a tomato, but she still whispered, "She clearly needed you, Jake."

"And I wouldn't be able to be around someone who hurt me the way that Becca hurt you," I replied. "That's all I'm trying to say." She nodded in understanding but I really needed her to understand just how much she impressed me. I pressed my lips to hers in a sweet, quick kiss that was meant to reassure her.

It may have turned into more, but the door slammed open, the brass knob knocking into the wood and shuddering the house. "Where is she?" a deep masculine voice shouted from the front door. I jumped away from Annie and stormed to the front of the house. And then I came face to face with Parker. "Where the fuck is your sister?"

"Get out of my house," I snapped at him.

"Not until you tell me where the bitch is," the brown haired man in front of me shouted. "Do you have any idea what that bitch did?"

"I think you were asked to leave," Annie said from behind me. She wrapped her arm around mine, her other hand resting on my forearm. It was her silent way of giving me support. Her lips twitched a little as she looked up at me, but I was too focused on the man in front of me.

"I think you made yourself clear where my sister is concerned," I said sternly. "Get out of my house before I throw you out of my house."

"Do you have any fucking idea what that fucking bitch did? She got my car taken away. It was in her fucking name and she had it taken! Called your other bitch sister and had her come and take the damn car. I have no car, she stopped paying the bills at the house. She's got everything taken from me. Now where the fuck is she?" I couldn't help but be proud of my sister. At least, amidst all the shit that was going on, she'd found a little way to take her revenge.

"Get the hell out of my house, Parker. It's your fault that everything was in her name," I said. He took a step up closer to me like it was going to intimidate me. I growled at him and drew my girl closer to me and out of danger. Keeping her behind me, I took a step closer to him and kept my arm behind me to hold Annie back. "We had a deal, Parker. And you didn't hold up your end. So you can leave, or I can fulfill my end of the bargain." My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. I felt Annie's hand rub over my arm. I hadn't even realized that I was shaking until I stopped. I took a deep breath to calm myself but I never took my eyes off of the asshole in front of me.

I growled a little at him and took another step towards him. He flinched and began his retreat. "You tell that bitch that this is over and I'm coming back for my shit," he threatened. I took one more step, a threatening look on my face. Just as I'd hoped, he flinched and hastily retreated out the door.

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath. Annie squeezed my hand reassuringly, but I didn't turn to face her.

"You should go check on your sister," she muttered. "I'll get started on some dinner." Without another word she released my hand and padded off to the kitchen. I sighed, wishing that just once our lives could go the right way. But Annie was right; I needed to go check on my sister.

I walked down the hallway and pushed Becca's door open. She was sitting up on the bed, her chin resting on her knees as she stared at the door. "Parker cam by, huh?" I nodded and sank down beside her. "He's mad at me." It wasn't a statement but I nodded anyways.

"Who cares what he's mad at, Bec? I'm proud of you," I said. She looked down, upset and embarrassed. "Mom would have been proud of you sticking up for yourself," I added.

"Mom wouldn't have been proud of the things that I've done," she said. I couldn't argue with her there. And the look in her brown eyes said that's what she wanted me to do.

"No; she wouldn't be," I accepted. She sighed and looked more upset than before.

"What did you think hating Annie would do for you?" I asked. I tried to hide the anger from my voice, but I'm sure that I succeeded. She flinched a little. "She doesn't deserve that from anyone, Becca. Least of all from someone in our family."

"I know," she whispered. "I just... I tried to be mad at Rachel and yell at her, but she wouldn't take it. She fought back and told me that I was wrong and made me feel bad. But with Ryanne... She just let me say everything on my mind without fighting me. And when I blamed her she just went along with it. It was easier to have a face to blame than just fate. So I used her to get over it all," she admitted.

"Except that in the process, you tore apart one of the sweetest people in the world, Rebecca. Her not fighting it, not arguing with you, going along with what you were saying was her way of accepting what you were saying. She believed you Rebecca. She honestly believes that she was responsible for Mom's death," I explained.

"I didn't know that she ever believed me," Rebecca whispered. "I thought that she just went along with it so that she didn't have to argue with me." I shook my head, trying to fight the shaking that threatened when I remembered the fight between Annie and Becca all those months ago. "Would she be - - would she want to talk to me Jake?" I think my heart began to sing.

"Yeah, Bec, she would."