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Star-Crossed (PROLOGUE)
Title: Star-Crossed
Author: Me
Pairing: Leah/Bella
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: After the death of her father, Leah couldn't figure out how anything could get worse, but it does. It seems that just when she's starting to understanding who she is, an event turns her whole life upside down. Nothing, she believes, is ever going to go her way. Her free will is seemingly taken, but when someone unexpected offers her a choice, she is uncertain of which option to pick. Her life or her freedom?.

Leah stood still and stiff, staring at the descending casket that enclosed her father. Her eyes flew over the blobs of black that surrounded the grave. Jacob was standing with his arms crossed in between Paul and Jared. To the left of them was Emily in Sam's arms. Despite attending her father's funeral, Leah still felt a pang of jealousy at seeing them together. Emily was her cousin, she shouldn't feel such negative emotions toward her, but she did. The betrayal was painful and Leah didn't think she would ever get over it. The brunette crossed her own arms when she saw tears running down Emily's cheeks. Everyone else seemed to have no problem creating that fluid in their eyes, but Leah couldn't. Sue, who was between Seth and Leah, put her arms over her daughter's broad shoulders, wondering why she had made a big fuss on what her daughter should wear to Harry's funeral.

"You're going to wear that?"

Leah came out of her room in nothing but black cargo shorts, sandals and a dark shirt. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders. She glanced at Sue and then plopped down on the couch.

"Yup." Leah responded.

"Put on some decent clothes. Now."

Leah rolled her eyes.

"I'm not naked, am I? This is decent enough."

Seth came into view, wearing a suit. He seemed to have been struggling with his tie.

"Mom, can you -"

"Of course, honey."

Her brother set down the large black blazer and went to his mother.

"I'm not going to tell you again, Leah."

The brunette sighed deeply and walked over to where Seth had set his blazer. She slipped it on and turned to her mother.


Sue frowned at her daughter. Seth turned around and grinned. The blazer had fit his sister's thin and muscular frame better than his own.

"You look awesome, Lee."

His sister bowed and smiled.

"Thank you."

Leah looked at her mom with a raised eyebrow. Sue just patted Seth on the shoulders. The brunette took an apple from the table.

"Well then, let's get going, no?" Leah suggested, taking a bite from the fruit.

Sue put an arm over Seth and brought both her children closer to her. Her son buried his face into her jacket, looking for comfort. Her daughter on the other hand, just watched her father be lowered down and be completely gone. Her eyes burned, but no tears were shed.

Back at the reception, Leah was cornered with "Harry was a good man," "I'm sorry," and "How are you." She felt like yelling at everyone. She couldn't handle all the somber faces and all the red eyes staring at her. She wanted to get out of her own home. The emotions in the room were stifling. The brunette looked up to see Sam and his cult enter the house. She rolled her eyes as she saw their leader heading towards her.

"You okay?"

Without so much as a glance, Leah huffed and stood up.

"I'm fine," she spoke through clenched teeth and stormed barefoot out of her home.

Leah ran to the beach and wouldn't stop until the soles of her feet hit the cool sand. She dropped Seth's blazer and set it on the ground, exposing her dark shirt. She viewed the horizon, watching the red-orange sky. The crashing of waves echoed in her ears and the wind whipped her hair. The brunette sighed as she sat down on a log and continued to stare into the ocean.

She was glad she had left the reception. She didn't want to deal with anyone in her house. She hated being asked how she was; she just lost her father - her best friend. How do they think she felt? Besides Seth, her father was the closest to her. He actually made attempts to understand his daughter after what happened with Sam. He was there. Her father was always there. If only she didn't take her father away. Isabella Swan. Leah hated Isabella. Everything was her fault. Harry was in the woods with Charlie because his daughter had seen a huge wolf. It was all her fault.

"It's all your fault," Leah yelled and brought both her fists down on the wood.

She wanted her fists to hurt. She wanted to cry. She wanted to grieve her father. She wanted everyone to know how much she missed and loved her father, but all she felt was anger. She was angry at that stupid teenager. She hated her with every fiber of her being. Leah began to tremble in rage. Stupid Isabella.

She remembered seeing that pale brunette on the Rez with Jacob. That poor boy had the most pathetic crush on the pale brunette. Leah didn't mind the friendship between the two, but later learned by Jared that "Bella," as the boys so lovingly call her, had recently broken up with her boyfriend, who was a Cullen. She immediately realized that all Jake had the possibility of being was her rebound. She would just hurt him eventually.

Leah kicked up sand in an attempt to let out her frustration. She couldn't find herself to quell her emotions. A shiver ran through her and her own body began to feel warm. The heat intensified as if she was running up a fever. Her father used to say holding in strong emotions was bad for the body, but Leah hadn't realized her body would react this terribly.

The brunette stood up and began to jog back home, fumbling her way there. Halfway home, she found Charlie talking to Billy. She wobbled to them, knowing that if she were to collapse she would rather be with people. She blinked rapidly, her vision growing blurred than sharp then back to blurry.

"Well, I should head back. Alice is back home and who knows what she'll convince Bella to do."

"The Cullens are back?"

"No, only Alice. I rather her be back than her brother. After what he did to Bella, I don't think I can forgive him."

The fever intensified at the mention of Bella. Leah began to tremble violently. Billy noticed and called for the boys. The brunette fell to her knees and shut her eyes, trying to regain some of her control. She felt arms wrap around her and carry her. Before she drifted to unconsciousness she felt herself be thrown and her mind race with the thought, Isabella fucking Swan.

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Like it never enough Leah femslash.

Love this, Leah is such an under-written character in the books, and I do love a little Teen gay fanfiction!

Just started this and I'm loving it.

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