Sam, and I had been dating for three years now. It was wonderful. Yes, there was a lot going on during that time. We were all lovey dovey with lots of kissing and hand holding. At School and during summer breaks we spent a lot of time together. Our relationship was serious. We spent time going places, we talked, went for hikes, played board games and Watched movies together.
We spent time with one anothers family. He always made me laugh. He listened to any problems I had running round my mind. School was going great for both of us. We'd been discussing our future together. I wanted to attend college. I knew nursing was what I wanted to do. Sam was interested in construction.
We were always over one another's house. He spent the holidays with us. It was wonderful. We knew we were meant for one another. He was the one I shared some of the most important moments of my life with. Weeks continued to pass, and life was eventful.
"Leah, I can't wait until we're married. I was wondering how long you would like to wait."
My eyes grew wide "I have no clue but I know there's nobody else out their for me. I found the man I want to spend forever with. I want to have a family with you. I want to grow old with you."
He smiled and gently pulled my face into his hands, and kissed me gently. "I wrapped my arms around his waist. The kiss made my heart flutter. He slowly pulled away, not letting go of me. He slid his hands down to my waist. "Well Leah, I want to marry you as soon as possible. I don't want you to feel rushed."
I smiled, "Elope? I'm close enough to being an adult. My parents won't have a say."
Sam smiled, "Alright then. Sounds like a plan then. This weekend, we'll get away."
I giggled with delight, "I'll be Mrs. Leah Uley."
He chuckled softly kissing my forehead, "I like the sound of that."
We spent the rest of the evening quietly enjoying one another's company at my house, until he left to go home.
I walked down to the beach beyond excited. It was finally the weekend. Sam and I would be married tomorrow. I had told my mom we were going to Seattle for the day. She was clueless as to what our plan really was. There were other things on my mind too.
Sam and I had gone through a lot the past few weeks. Finally things had calmed down. Sam and I were going to be together. We were always there for one another. I waited patiently until I saw him walk onto the beach.
I ran over to him, "Hi honey. I missed you." I wrapped my arms around his neck smiling. He felt warmer than normal, I wondered if he had a fever. "Sam is everything alright. Are you feeling okay?" I asked worrying that he was sick.
"I'M FINE LEAH! DON'T TOUCH ME!" he snapped at me.
I backed up a little and sat down on the sand and he sat beside me. I put my hand out for his. He carefully took mine within his. I felt a little relief when we were holding hands.
"Leah, I'm sorry I snapped at you." He looked down at our hands that were inseparable now. His touch was so warm it bothered me.
I had to ask again. "Sam you're sure you're ok?"
He didn't answer me but let go of my hand and stood up. I quickly followed and stood up wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Hey talk to me. Aren't you happy about tomorrow? It's finally here. I will be your wife." I tried to give him a kiss.
He pulled my arms off of his neck and walked off. I was left standing there on the beach alone. My legs collapsed underneath me and I fell onto the sand.
I stared off at the water and watched the waves crash against the shore, a storm was brewing and not just with nature. The sun was no longer providing any light. The sky had gone dark. I just sat there numb, I was cold but it didn't matter. I had a knot in my stomach. My cheeks stung now from the tears streaming down them. I couldn't cry anymore. I had a headache. I couldn't understand what I had done wrong. Was he getting cold feet?
"Leah, are you ok?" A familiar voice asked me, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned and saw my dad squatting beside me. "I...I...it's nothing." I stood up and brushed the sand off my pants.
"You can always talk to your mother, and I if you need to."
I just nodded, crossing my arms trying to stay warm. My dad stood up putting his arm around my shoulder as we walked back towards the house.
On the short walk home I fought back my tears but somehow I felt there were no more tears left to cry. Plus I'd have to explain what had happened. I just didn't have it in me. I wasn't exactly sure what happened, confusion began to descend.
I couldn't figure out why Sam had been so harsh. I was on another planet.
"Leah is everything ok?" You're awfully quiet. Did something happen?" My dad's voice rang with such clear concern.
"It's nothing Sam and I had a misunderstanding." I tried to fake a smile.
My dad looked at me, "LEAH HE DIDN'T HURT YOU DID HE?"
We had stopped walking and were standing in the parking lot of the beach.
My dad put his hands on my shoulders and was looking me straight in the face. "Leah Sky Clearwater."
I sighed. "He snapped at me and pulled my arms off of him. I had tried to give him a hug." The tears were there.
My dad sighed and pulled me into a hug. "Leah, I'm sorry that happened. Everything will be alright. Just get some sleep tonight. The both of you will be better tomorrow." We started walking again and, were back at the house before I knew it.
"Dinners ready. Let's go guys." my mom called from the kitchen.
I sat down at the table quietly. There was the normal chatter from my mom, dad and Seth. I sat there pushing the food around on my plate.
"Leah how was your day?" my mom asked. "Leah?"
I shook my head a little coming out of a daze. "Um...what? Oh yeah I don't know." was all I could get out.
"Is everything alright? You haven't touched your dinner." my mom leaned over placing her hand on my forehead.
I pushed her hand away. "Mom I'm fine. I'm not that hungry. May I be excused?" I looked at her hoping she would let me off the table.
"Go ahead sweetie." she smiled faintly and looked at my dad. Seth peeked up a little from his plate to survey the scene playing out before him.
I slid off my chair and quietly slipped into the safety of my room, and shut the door behind me. Seth quietly excused himself and took over the couch and watched the television.
My parents were in the kitchen talking. "Harry I'm worried about her." my mom said.
My dad sighed and looked at her. "Leah and Sam had a fight."
My mom stopped in her tracks. "What happened?" my mom was now alarmed. Sam and I had never had a fight before.
"Sue all I know is he snapped at her. She said she tried to hug him and he pulled away from her and left her alone. When I found her she was sitting in the sand staring off at the ocean."
Mom's voice was clear as day, anger planted firmly in her reply, "He did what to her?"
My dad raised his hands, "Sue calm down. I will talk to him tomorrow." he tried to reassure her.
"You better Harry." my mom cleared the table and started in on the dishes. I curled up under the covers. Right now my bed was the only thing that kept me safe.
The following day I tried calling Sam. The phone rang and rang. No-one answered. I sat there waiting for my phone to ring. We were supposed to be in Seattle today, getting married. I waited and heard nothing. There was a knock on my door.
"Leah, may I come in?" my mom's sweet voice asked.
"Yeah." was all I could manage.
She opened the door quietly and came in and sat down on my bed. "Are you okay sweetie?" she smiled softly.
I let out a long sigh. "I can't get a hold of Sam. He won't answer the phone. I am worried about him." I babbled quickly.
She pulled me close to her. "Leah, don't worry. He'll call you when he gets a chance or is feeling better. Maybe he's busy or not home." she smiled trying to reassure me. "Your dad told me everything. He was going to stop by and see if he could talk to Sam." She hugged me. "Dinner will be ready soon." she kissed the top of my forehead and left the room. I tried calling again.
Allison answered, "Hi Leah. He's not home. I will let him know you called." I sighed,
"Thanks." I hang up.
That night at dinner I ate quietly. I heard my parents talking. Seth talked about a school project. I just kept replaying the events of the past few weeks like a movie in my head.
"Leah. Leah are you done with your plate?" My dad asked holding plates.
"Yeah I'm sorry. I was just daydreaming." I faked a smile. I handed him my plate and headed back to my room. I tried calling Sam's house again. Nobody answered the phone. Once again with no luck I hung up.
My mom stood at the sink washing the dishes with my dad. "I stopped by the Uley's today. There was no answer. Billy tried calling and there was no answer for him either.” My dad said, gently rubbing my mom's back.
"Well Allison was probably working today."
My dad nodded, "That's right." They retreated to the living room, and watched a movie together.
I tried to call again over the next few days. Still there was no answer. I gave up. More days passed, then weeks without any sight or sound of Sam. I just gave up. If Sam didn't want to talk to me or see me, well then I was gone. Sam didn't want me in his life, and then I wanted to be no part of his. I went down to the beach day after day. Coming here was the one place where I could let all my thoughts leave me. Each day I sat there until the sky grew dark and my dad came and brought me home. What had I done that had been so horrible he wouldn't contact me? I wished he would at least let me know he was okay or alive at least. I thought maybe he just up and left La Push. I asked around and nobody had seen him. It was like he vanished.
While I thought Sam was missing I continued to blame myself. Meanwhile my dad, Billy and Quil's grandfather knew where Sam was.They had been helping him through his phasing process.
Sam was worried about me. "Harry is Leah okay? God she must hate me. I never meant to leave her like that."
Sam was emotionally exhausted.
My dad placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, "Sam nobody is blaming you for anything. Your phasing is not easy."
Sam looked up at my dad with such guilt in his eyes.
"We'll help you through it." Billy spoke fatherly towards Sam.
Over the weeks they explained the legends to Sam. They told him why everything was happening and what to expect. Over the weeks he was finally able to gain control over his new life.
My life went on. Nothing mattered anymore in my life. I was alone and crushed. I was sitting down on the shore and the sky was overcast and gray. It was raining very lightly. I just looked off at the ocean.
"Leah you were so stupid." I told myself.
"Leah." Someone called out my name.
I turned to see Sam sitting there beside me. He appeared out of nowhere. I didn't move.
"What do you want?" I asked in a hurt tone.
"Leah, I want to, no I need to apologize. I was so abrupt." Sam said as he sat down beside me on the sand. He picked up my hand and held it in his. "Leah please just listen to me. I am truly sorry I didn't call you. How I spoke to you was uncalled for. It wasn't your fault. I just had something going on. I couldn't really talk about it." He told me.
"I'm your girlfriend. You snapped at me. Then you left me here on the beach all alone. You didn't call me or anything. What was I supposed to think?" I questioned him with anger in my tone of voice. I closed my eyes trying to hold back the tears. "Why couldn't you talk to me?" I asked.
Sam sighed. "Leah I can't tell you. I'm not allowed to talk about it." He just looked at me.
"Why not?" I pushed again with the question.
He shook his head. "Leah please just leave it alone. It's for the better." He looked hurt that he couldn't tell me what was really going on. We sat there until it was almost dark and time for us to head home.
Sam walked me back to the house. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Leah I love you and I will see you tomorrow." He turned and left and went home.
I went straight to my room.
"Leah are you having dinner?" My mom yelled to me.
"I'm not hungry." I yelled back. I shut my bedroom door, change into my pj's and climbed under the blankets to cry. The rain lightly ticked against my glass. I couldn't seem to fall asleep. I didn't call Sam and he didn't call me.
I was alone with my thoughts and the tears started to stream down my cheeks. I was so angry he was hiding something from me. That only made me more determined to find out what it was.