TATUM POV

Of course I wasn't allowed to walk home. I should have known that Emmett and Rose would stop me. Emmett grabbed me halfway to the front door and carried me to his jeep where he proceeded to drive me home. He never pushed me to talk. He knew it wasn't my thing to talk about something like my feelings. His angry demeanor changed back to his happy self. Although, I knew he was still upset with me. I could tell my the way his smile never reached his eyes. Not that I cared. It isn't my fault his upset. It's not any of his business what happens in my life.

When we pulled up at my house I muttered a thanks and walked to the door, taking my time. I smelled the beer the moment I opened the door. His soft snored filled the house. I walked to the living room to see him passed out on the couch. I clenched my jaw at his pethedic sight. Almost instinctively I moved around the room, cleaning his mess. I disposed of empty cans and take out boxes. I knew if I didn't clean his mess he would use it as an excuse.

After cleaning I went to my room and took a shower. I felt every emotion from today wash away. I was still pissed about the shit that mutt tried to pull on my friend. As I thought about today my mind drifted to Seth and the way he was acting towards me. I got mad thinking about it. How dare he? It wasn't any of his concern. I wasn't his problem, why was he acting like I was? Like he cared? I hate everyone in that pack including Seth. I felt sick thinking that. Seth has never given me a reason to hate him. He was nice, sweet, caring, hot….. Damn it Tatum. Shut up! I mentally slapped myself for thinking about him like that. I have zero attraction towards Seth Clearwater. Right?

After I did my night time routine I went to my brothers room and played the same video as always. I cried and my heart ached for him. It was a physical pain that I knew would never go away. I loved my mom, but losing my brother was so much harder. He was innocent. He was the goodness in the evil. He had a big heart and he was the sweetest little boy. My mind flashed to a memory of my brother when he was five. I was crying in bed, hearing my parents fight about me again. My mom wanted to tell me about my real dad. My step dad disagreed. They were yelling and I was upset. My brother came in and crawled into bed with me. He comforted me all night. He would have done anything me me, and I would have done anything for him. Except I couldn't. And now, he's gone.

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I don't remember my dream. I just remember being scarred and jolting awake. It was four in the morning and still dark out. There was a light drizzle and I knew it would be cold today. I dressed in my nike tights that I bough myself not to long ago and a matching green tank top. I pulled my hair into a high pony tail and grabbed a hoodie before heading out.

I got to the twenty-four hour gym a little after five. I waved to the guy at the counter and headed in. No one was here which didn't surprise me. It's the only reason I come so early. I headed to the locker I rented and got my MMA gloved out. After making sure the fit was good and flexing my fingers I headed to the punching bags.

I started MMA when I was nine, but I didn't get serious about it until after the murders. I was scared and needed to feel secure. So I pushed myself. I did a few fights with the guy that runs the gym. I was good, not to brag. I had something to drive my desire to fight. Anger. If I was able to fight that night, like I can fight now, maybe I would have been able to do more. I was angry with the man that killed my family, I was angry with my step-dad for being an ass, but mostly I was angry I couldn't save them.

I threw punches and kicks for the next forty-five minute. Then I noticed people starting to show up. So, I opted out and headed to the locker room. I was sweaty so I took a quick shower and changed clothes before heading to school. It was and hour long walk to get there and it was just after six. I listened to classic rock on the way there and enjoyed the peacefulness of the morning. It was chilly but at least the rain had stopped.

Seth's POV

Emmett ended up driving Tatum home. I was grateful for that, although I wish I could have. After his return there was tension in the air. I knew Edward had been in my mind since we walked in the door. He had informed the others of the imprint and I couldn't help but be upset about it, but I shrugged it off and played nice anyways.

Emmett stood next to Rose and I caught the stink eye he was throwing my way. Actually, I was getting it from almost every Cullen in the room.

"So, you imprinted on the one and only Tatum Blake." Emmett broke the silence and I gave him a curt nod. I couldn't bring myself to talk. "I guess that means I get to explain to you why you will keep your distance. Let her come to you. She's been through a lot. I don't want you hurting her more than she already has been. Understood?" Again I just nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Before we leave. Can we ask about what happened? Tatum's back story, we've all heard it." Sam addressed the room, leaving the stage for anyone who could answer. I had expected Emmett to be the one, but it ended up being Edward, who stepped forward and looked between me and Sam as he spoke.

"I've seen things in her mind a few times. She thinks about the event quite often. She doesn't remember the night itself. Whatever happened was so traumatic she blocked it out. What we do know, is she absolutely did not kill anyone."

Sam was satisfied with Edwards answer and gave him a nod of acknowledgment before we filed out of the house.

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Sleeping has gotten somewhat difficult since the imprint. I've been waking up numerous times a night having what seems to be the beginning of a panic attack. At first I wasn't sure what exactly was happening, but after letting my thoughts slip while on patrol one day, Paul, as weird as that is, gave me advise. After putting a few pieces together I figured it out. I knew Tatum's life was probably rough, but I know now that it's a lot worse then I figured. So bad, that she was having nightmares at night so strong that I could feel it to.

I was luckier in some ways then the others that imprinted. She already knew about the supernatural, so I wouldn't have to be the one to tell her. With that being said, I also have it harder then some of the other guys. While their imprints took the news of the supernatural hard and the news of the imprint easy, mine would be the complete opposite.

I had gone to Jacob for information on Tatum. He had the most interactions with her and I knew he could help. He explained how Tatum keeps to herself and prefers it that way. She doesn't do physical contact and she's rather rude. He said the nicest thing he has ever heard her way was 'Nessie, that dress isn't the ugliest I've seen you wear.'

I knew she would give me a run for my money, but I knew I could get through to her. I knew she would eventually open up to me and all I have to do is fight for it. For her. And I start today. This morning to be specific.

Just as Jake had said, I saw Tatum walking through the mist towards school. I pulled to a stop in front of her and got out of my beat up truck. If I were human I probably wouldn't be able to see her so well, but thanks to my supernatural eyesight she was clear as day. She was wearing black skinny jeans and worn combat boots. She was limping slightly and I frowned at her. I was hoping she wouldn't be trying to walk on it after yesterdays incident. She had her head down but glanced up as I cleared my throat.

"Hey Tatum. Can I give you a ride? You shouldn't be walking in this. Especially not on that foot." I motioned towards her ankle but her eyes didn't waver from mine. She looked shocked at first but then she shook her head and a mask was plastered on her face.

"No thanks. I don't need help from you." She moved to walk around me and I moved to step in front of her.

"Please. I promise I'll keep my mouth shut the whole way. Just one ride. I promise I don't bite." I attempted to joke but the look on her face showed she was unamused. She didn't even reply as she stepped around me again. Any normal person would have given up, but I could be stubborn to. I knew picking her up and forcing her into the truck would only freak her out so instead I went and grabbed my keys and bag from my truck and started walking with her.

When she heard my footsteps the teen turned. She raised a brow at me and I shrugged. "Won't let me give you a ride I might as well walk with you. Not like you can stop me." She clenched her jaw muttered a 'suit yourself' then continued walking.

Once we got to school she hurried away from the curious eyes and made her way to her class.

A/N; I know this took so long but I have good reason. I've been remolding my house and moving In for over a month. I've also had a sick puppy and a sick snake. It's been hectic but I'M BACK! Sorry for the short chapter but this was just to get a move on things. I promise I will update again soon and it will be longer.

Also, someone reviewed and said that I made a mistake and had said that Tatum is half white and half french. *face palm* obviously that's not right and i'm surprised no one said anything sooner. I get in a hurry typing and because i'm dyslexic I jumble things easy. It's supposed to say half white(french origins, mother is from France.) and half Quileute. Obviously she has to be Quileute since she lives on the rez and goes to the school there. Anywho, I'll fix that mistake. Thanks for reading!