Leah’s Diary: Suspicion

June 9, 2013

I was hyper. I had been sleeping a lot lately and now that I was up, I probably would be for awhile. I was mad again, too. Hyper and mad. Not the best combination under the circumstances.

Jared had gone back with Emily and we were all left out front in the waiting room. Mom and Dad sat down on a bench sided with end tables after-which the benches continued. I sat, too, in the middle of the bench on the same wall as theirs since there was no one else in the room.

The TV on the wall was turned on to the news channel, showing the weather. After a few minutes of waiting, Dad stood and paced the room. He seemed uptight, which I didn’t understand. On about his fifth turn, he paused and went to the window. Dad nodded at someone outside and then returned to his seat. I twisted in my chair to see who had been outside, but I couldn’t see anyone.

When I turned back, Paul was standing in front of me.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, gesturing to the spaces on either side of me.

I shook my head and scooted to one side to make room for him.

“How did you get here so fast?” I ask him. He wouldn’t have had time to go home, get a car and drive here in the time that it’s been. He lives on the opposite side of town as us and he was on foot when we left.

“I, uh, borrowed the Blacks’ car,” he says. That makes more sense since the Blacks live just across the street from us. We stop talking for a few minutes and I hear Mom and Dad speaking quietly to each other but I don’t eavesdrop.

“What’s going on?” I blurt out the question I’ve been wondering since I first went down the stairs and saw everyone gathered around Emily.

“Emily got hurt, ” Paul answers automatically.

“Yeah, I know that much. I mean how did she get hurt?”

“I wasn’t there.”

“No, but you know what happened. Don’t you?”

He avoids looking into my eyes, and then finally makes eye contact. He gulps, and I have to stop myself from laughing at him—it’s just like in the movies.

“I think it was a bear.”

“A bear?” I ask, and my eyes widen at how dumb that sounds. “Bears don’t attack people, Paul. And I’m pretty sure we both know that wasn’t it.”

Paul is saved, when the doctor walks in followed by Jared and Emily.

The pale doctor nodded to us, and turned to speak to the receptionist.  We all stand in unison and follow Jared and Emily to the car.

Emily’s face was clear of blood but her face and arm were covered with fluffy white bandages. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion as they followed Paul around the back of the building where the Blacks’ car was supposedly parked. I was sure Jared and Paul both knew what had happened.

The sky had stopped crying but the roads were still tear-streaked. The streetlights reflected like clusters of stars off the asphalt as we drove back to La Push.

When Emily fell asleep with her head on Jared’s shoulder he spoke to me. “Sam misses you.”

“Whatever,” I scoff.

“He does. He loves you.” I see my parents exchange a glance. “But he’s in love with Emily.”

“Don’t care, ” I mutter under my breath.

“I think you do, ” Jared says softly. “You guys were so close to each other. I don’t think I ever saw one of you alone.”

“Dad, could you drop me off first?” I ask loudly.

“No, Leah. Emily needs to get home, ” Mom answers before Dad can.

I sigh and sit back.

“Sam wishes he could explain everything to you, ” Jared continues.

“Then why doesn’t he? I don’t understand. I loved Sam. I was in love with him. And he just left. He never even said goodbye. And he just keeps coming back, saying he can’t explain anything but he wishes he could. Every time I see them together it kills me. Kills me, Jared.”

“I know. We all have to live with it—” Jared stops suddenly as if he’s said too much. Dad looks back at him and Jared doesn’t continue.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Nothing, ” he says quietly and I can tell he’s not going to say anything more.

A few minutes later we arrive at Sam and Emily’s house, which is more like a mansion compared to the rest of the houses in La Push. Jared helps Emily out of the car and Dad waits for them to get inside before he pulls away. When we got home, I stayed in the car watching the gutters drizzle leftovers onto the sidewalk. I almost didn’t notice when the Blacks’ car pulled up and Jacob was driving, Paul no where in sight.


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Hello! I'm Annee and I love Twilight! I currently reside in The Land of Potatoes, USA, and plan to stay there for awhile. I enjoy reading, writing, laughing, taking and editing pictures, and going to church activities (I'm Mormon/Lds). I have not wrote any books—yet. I love writing though and hope that writing Leah's Diary will help me further improve my skills so that I can do even more!

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