MORTAL LIABILITY-----Chapter #22
Chapter 22
Natalie POV:
Two months had passed now, Christmas break had brought a lot of excitement into my friends and fellow students. But I was exited for a different reason; this would actually be my first real Christmas. The past couple months were the happiest ones in a long time. I was truly happy. Anthony (Alice preferred to call him Andy) and I were closer than ever, there was nothing we couldn’t tell each other, no secrets. But of course there was one. Anthony didn’t know the secret against the wolves. I refused to tell him, I didn’t want him in such danger (but he was anyway, the wolves assumed I’ve told him). We almost never had that discussion anymore. Anthony and I went everywhere together, joined in the hip Bella put it. When it came to our appearance, it wasn’t difficult to tell us apart. Alice kept his hair blonde. My hair grew out, it almost reached my shoulders.
Bella and I were close friends. And with the Cullens, it seemed they really were my family. Even Rosalie seemed to have accepted me as a sister. Jasper left for Alaska a month ago, I felt terrible about that even today. But he visited every once in a while, Carlisle says that he’s getting better at resisting blood. Emmet found much amusement in mocking me. And he would every once in a while tackle me to the ground. Of course he wouldn’t hurt me; it was just something he did when he was bored. Edward tried to get me to teach him the Swedish language. It was hilarious; I would get on his nerves, saying his name and then tease him in Swedish. Or yell in Swedish and he’ll think something’s wrong. One time I screamed in Swedish in class (in my mind) and he showed up at my classroom ready to grab me and rush me to the Volvo with Bella. It was hilarious. I didn’t teach him Swedish, it was way too much fun when he didn’t understand me. When it came to preparing my meals Rosalie and Alice would watch me and ask questions. Rosalie was forbidden to make food. Alice…I didn’t want to take risks. Edward thought the food I ate was repulsive; the worst to him was Tie food, I adored it. When ever I ate it he’d flinch.
I still met Jacob every week in the middle of the night on Friday. Against my best intentions we became very close friends, maybe too close. There was something strange the way he treated me…I bet if he didn’t treat me this way, I’d still loath him, it just seemed he couldn’t be close enough to me. I didn’t tell Edward though, he’d kill me. He had enough trouble with Bella. The meetings we had weren’t so much about getting the details on his family’s attack plans any more. We mainly just hung out and drank soda, talking about random stuff. I felt sorry for him at times; he seemed scared of himself when he…changes. Jacob was also a huge help when I started to try to get over my parents’ death. He always cheered me up somehow. I was grateful. I could think-talk about my parents without hurting myself. But there were limits. Jacob became a very important part of my week. It was hard to think what life in Forks would be like if he wasn’t in it. He told me all about being a werewolf, all about how he can read other werewolves minds, how he doesn’t age normally, his strength, speed and imprints, he made that one very uncomfortable for me, very uncomfortable. If Edward new what was going on in that situation....no if anyone new about this imprint problem...the world will end. In return I told him all about my life, he didn’t like my story. I regretted telling him, he was always sorry for what his family did.
Edward and I still met up too right after I saw Jacob. Bella still heard voices. We weren’t much closer to solving the mystery of why Victoria was out to kill me too. Edward didn’t find too much evidence against Ellen. But whatever he did find proved Ellen was guilty. The werewolf attacks were easy to deal with now. I guessed Jacob had something to do with it. There were no attacks for a few weeks now. My wounds healed. And I was only knocked unconscious once in two months; by my own stupidity.
My life right now was better than I ever hoped for. Even when I was alone I had no doubts or anything to mourn over. But by now I should know that something this wonderful could only be temporary for someone like me, and it will all fall down, and I’ll be left with only more memories to forget.
Natalie POV:
Two months had passed now, Christmas break had brought a lot of excitement into my friends and fellow students. But I was exited for a different reason; this would actually be my first real Christmas. The past couple months were the happiest ones in a long time. I was truly happy. Anthony (Alice preferred to call him Andy) and I were closer than ever, there was nothing we couldn’t tell each other, no secrets. But of course there was one. Anthony didn’t know the secret against the wolves. I refused to tell him, I didn’t want him in such danger (but he was anyway, the wolves assumed I’ve told him). We almost never had that discussion anymore. Anthony and I went everywhere together, joined in the hip Bella put it. When it came to our appearance, it wasn’t difficult to tell us apart. Alice kept his hair blonde. My hair grew out, it almost reached my shoulders.
Bella and I were close friends. And with the Cullens, it seemed they really were my family. Even Rosalie seemed to have accepted me as a sister. Jasper left for Alaska a month ago, I felt terrible about that even today. But he visited every once in a while, Carlisle says that he’s getting better at resisting blood. Emmet found much amusement in mocking me. And he would every once in a while tackle me to the ground. Of course he wouldn’t hurt me; it was just something he did when he was bored. Edward tried to get me to teach him the Swedish language. It was hilarious; I would get on his nerves, saying his name and then tease him in Swedish. Or yell in Swedish and he’ll think something’s wrong. One time I screamed in Swedish in class (in my mind) and he showed up at my classroom ready to grab me and rush me to the Volvo with Bella. It was hilarious. I didn’t teach him Swedish, it was way too much fun when he didn’t understand me. When it came to preparing my meals Rosalie and Alice would watch me and ask questions. Rosalie was forbidden to make food. Alice…I didn’t want to take risks. Edward thought the food I ate was repulsive; the worst to him was Tie food, I adored it. When ever I ate it he’d flinch.
I still met Jacob every week in the middle of the night on Friday. Against my best intentions we became very close friends, maybe too close. There was something strange the way he treated me…I bet if he didn’t treat me this way, I’d still loath him, it just seemed he couldn’t be close enough to me. I didn’t tell Edward though, he’d kill me. He had enough trouble with Bella. The meetings we had weren’t so much about getting the details on his family’s attack plans any more. We mainly just hung out and drank soda, talking about random stuff. I felt sorry for him at times; he seemed scared of himself when he…changes. Jacob was also a huge help when I started to try to get over my parents’ death. He always cheered me up somehow. I was grateful. I could think-talk about my parents without hurting myself. But there were limits. Jacob became a very important part of my week. It was hard to think what life in Forks would be like if he wasn’t in it. He told me all about being a werewolf, all about how he can read other werewolves minds, how he doesn’t age normally, his strength, speed and imprints, he made that one very uncomfortable for me, very uncomfortable. If Edward new what was going on in that situation....no if anyone new about this imprint problem...the world will end. In return I told him all about my life, he didn’t like my story. I regretted telling him, he was always sorry for what his family did.
Edward and I still met up too right after I saw Jacob. Bella still heard voices. We weren’t much closer to solving the mystery of why Victoria was out to kill me too. Edward didn’t find too much evidence against Ellen. But whatever he did find proved Ellen was guilty. The werewolf attacks were easy to deal with now. I guessed Jacob had something to do with it. There were no attacks for a few weeks now. My wounds healed. And I was only knocked unconscious once in two months; by my own stupidity.
My life right now was better than I ever hoped for. Even when I was alone I had no doubts or anything to mourn over. But by now I should know that something this wonderful could only be temporary for someone like me, and it will all fall down, and I’ll be left with only more memories to forget.