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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3897 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Paul's POV)
"You know it's not your fault," Emily told me gently.
Right now I was at Sam and Emily's house sitting across from them at their dinner table. I'm really not sure how I ended up here. All I recall is walking around aimlessly for hours and before I knew it I was getting dragged here by Sam. I didn't say anything when he sat me down, but after a few minutes, and Sam's alpha voice, I chocked and told both of them what happened with Seton.
"I beg to differ," I told her stoically.
"I don't," she replied with a shrug.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "What makes you think that? What makes you think that I'm not one hundred percent responsible for what happened?"
"The entirety of the situation," she answered as if it was obvious, "you had no idea what was going to happen nor did you have any control over the situation."
"Yes I did," I retorted sharply, "I had control of myself and lost it. I went completely nuts and knocked Seton half way across the room!"
"You had control? Are you kidding me," she exclaimed, "when Jared first started phasing he accidently ripped off his car door because it was stuck, and he wasn't even angry when he did it either. Paul at this point you're supposed to have little control over your powers its natural."
"But it's not natural to beat down somebody just because you're angry," I grieved looking down into my coffee cup miserably.
I heard her sigh and, "Sam."
"I got this," I heard him reply in his always deep voice.
The room was enveloped in an uncomfortable silence as Emily left the room leaving Sam and I alone. I could feel his eyes borrowing into my head as I continued to stair downwards.
"Look kid," he said pointedly, "I know exactly what you're going through right now, but you've got to get over it and move on."
Something snapped in me at those words, all the pent up frustration and anger I felt at myself was about to come out.
I slammed my fist against the table making a small dent in it as I looked up glaring at my alpha fiercely. He didn't look at all fazed by my anger.
"What do you know about what I'm going through," I roared at him, "what do you know about my problems. Nothing bad ever happens to you Mr. Perfect. Mister never had a real problem before in his life."
At this point all I wanted to do was fight, I wanted to vent in the only way in knew how. I was expecting my taunted to get to him. I was expecting Sam to jump up and tackle me to the ground in anger, but it never happened. Instead he just sat there staring at me with his emotionless eyes.
Nobody has ever done this to before. Everyone I meet retaliates immediately when I mess with them.
Sam smiled at me and let out a small chuckle with no humor in it.
"What part do you think I don't know about Paul," he mused, "not hitting your imprint? I can tell you that I've done much worse to Emily. Ever notice those scars on her face there kind of hard to miss."
My eyes widen slightly at his words. Yes I did notice the scars on her face, I'm not an idiot, but I just didn't relate them to Sam.
He smirked at me. "Maybe you think I don't have father problems? Well I can tell you you're dead wrong on that subject to. My father is a complete and utter ass. He does everything in his power to make sure my mother is miserable, flaunting the women he's always with, coming over the house once in a blue moon talking about how much he regrets being with her and having me. He hates my mother and I with a passion and has no problem telling in detail how much."
I flinched visibly at that I had no idea his dad was that bad. I thought he had it made having a father that was never around, but I guess I was wrong.
"Life sucks Paul," he told me harshly, "and not just for you either it sucks for everyone. We all go through messed shit and get fucked over by life from time to time, and there's nothing you can do about. All you can do is suck it up and move on."
I looked at him in exasperation. "Move on? You expect me to just move on and forget everything that happened."
"Who said anything about forgetting what happened," he snorted, "you have to remember what happened so it will never happen again. Strive to better yourself so you will never be put in that kind of situation again."
That did make sense I guess. What am I saying, that makes a lot of sense. I've got to stop feeling bad for myself and train to make sure I don't slip up again.
Reluctantly, I nodded taking in all he had to say.
"Okay, I'll try," I reassured him.
"Good now go do something," he waved me off with a smirk, "Emily and I need to be alone."
I shuddered I did not need to think about what they would be doing alone with each other.
"Thanks for the image," I replied dryly getting up to walk out the door.
"Sure," he chuckled.
I practically sped walked to the door. I thought stopped me though as I at the door rail.
I wasn't really thinking about this before, but now that I'm leaving this thought won't leave me alone.
"Sam," I said nervously.
"Yes," I heard him ask from behind. I made a point not to turn around.
"Thanks for your help," I gulped, "and not starting a fight with me."
Nobody had ever done that before. Whenever I started a fight with someone they usually don't hesitate to attack. This was the first time someone had actually taken the time to sit down and talk with me rationally.
There was a small moment of silence before he spoke again.
"Anytime," he replied briefly.
And with that I walked away from the Uley house not bothering to look back.
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"Paul," I heard somebody cry from behind me.
Turning around I saw that it was that Teresa chick from school.
I swear this girl is a stalker.
"How have you been," she smiled walking up to me.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay I guess. Where did you come from?"
"Hm? Oh, I live in that house right there," she pointed to the house right next to the one were standing in front of.
Strange, I just now noticed I was in front of Embry Call's house.
"You got buffer," she stated taking in my form, "have you been working out?"
I looked her up and down the narrowed eyes. "Are you flirting with me?"
"No silly," she giggled, "I'm just making an observation. Trust me you're not my type."
If I hadn't imprinted on Seton I might have been offended by that.
"Good cause I'm taken," I grunted.
Or at least I hope I'm still taken, I thought to myself.
"You looked kind of deep in thought earlier are you okay," she asked worriedly.
"I did something really stupid the person I'm going out with," I sighed "and I feel really guilty about it."
"You want to talk about it," she replied gently.
I gave her a mild glare. She's getting a little too personal.
Teresa held her hands in defense. "Sorry, it's probably none of my business."
Damn right.
"But I'm pretty sure whatever happened between you and whoever you are with can be forgiven just because of how guilty you are right now," she told me brightly.
I looked away giving her a grunt of appreciation. That was something I needed to hear.
"Whatever," I replied.
Just then the door to the Call's house opened to reveal Miss. Call exiting it. She was making her way to her car until she spotted Teresa.
"Teresa, how are you dear," Mrs. Call walked over and gave her hug.
"I'm fine Miss. Call how have you been doing," she replied returning the hug wholeheartedly.
Aw, so sweet. Excuse me as I stand here rolling my eyes.
"Oh, I'm doing great sweetheart how's," she stopped mid-sentence as she realize that I was standing right beside them.
As soon as she caught sight of me her face morphed from sweet middle aged woman to fierce beast.
It was kind of freaky.
"Get away from my house," she demanded angrily.
I just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Did you not hear me boy," she seethed at me, "get away from my property now!"
I guffawed at her. "Lady, who fuck are you talking to? Cause I know damn well you ain't yelling at me like some crazy bitch."
Right now Miss. Call was practically foaming at the mouth. It was kind of funny.
"How dare you speak to me like that?" You're just like your father in every way. God, I can't stand that man."
Huh? That was strange. People usually dislike me for what I do or say to them not because of my father. I thought everyone in the tribe bought into his whole, "I'm a good husband and father act," he displays all the time.
I guess I was wrong.
"What do you have against my old man," I asked her curiously. Even though there was so much to hate about that man I wanted to know what specifically she didn't like about him.
Teresa was just looking at the two of us frozen in shock.
She gave me an unladylike snort. "What don't I have against him? He's two faced, lying, woman abusing, dog that needs to be put down. He is truly the worst kind of man imaginable."
What the hell? She didn't answer my question.
"I already know all of that," I told her in annoyance, "but how exactly did he screw you over."
She paused and looked at me with something akin to sorrow before turning back into a beast again.
"You're such a clever child," she sneered at me, "figure it out yourself."
Miss. Call then stormed away from us, hopped in her car, and took off down the street at a clearly illegal speed.
Teresa furrowed her brow in confusion. "That was so strange. Miss. Call is usually such an upbeat happy woman. I've never seen her act like that before."
I shrugged off the question. I was already over that little scene. She was probably PMSing.
As I started to walk back to my house, I heard Teresa call out to me.
"I'm here if you need to talk," she told me.
I rolled my eyes. What is with this girl?
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As I made it back to my house, I found myself unbelievably tired. I couldn't wait to crawl back into bed and sleep away my stress.
Luckily no one else was home at the moment so I wouldn't be bother by those two annoying people.
As I opened the door to my house I found some guy I never met in it. He was staring straight at the door as if waiting for someone to enter the house. He looked pretty built with tanned skin and familiar blue eyes.
"Who the fuck are you," I demanded slamming the door shut.
"The big brother of the boy you hit," he snarled.
Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. "You're one of Seton's brothers."
"The oldest of his brothers," he corrected sharply, "and I have a bone to pick with you."
Oh great, just what I need right now.
I held up my hands in surrender. "Look man, I can't begin to explain how sorry I am for what happened. I screwed up big time and I swear that it will never happen again."
"Oh I know it won't," he growled, "because you are going to stay the fuck away from my little brother from now on."
What? That is not happening.
I looked at him in annoyance. "Look man I told you I was sorry. I'll do anything Seton wants me to do to make it up to him, but I'm not going to stop seeing him just because of one stupid mistake."
Jumping off the wall he stomped over to me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.
"If you don't choose to stay away from him I'll make you do it," he threatened.
Balling up his fist, he channeled some kind of energy causing his hand to glow in a harsh blue light.
Not knowing what was going to happen, I prepared myself for the worst. As he raised his hand up to strike me, I heard someone else burst in my house.
"STOP IT," I heard the person demand loudly.
This for some reason this caused Seton's older brother to stop what he was doing to look at said person at the door in shock.
As I craned my head over to see who else broke into my house I was stuck with shock as well.
"Seton?"
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