Summary: Set before Jacob imprinted and only Sam, Paul, Jared and Quil had imprints. Embry's cousin, 17 year old Molly, is moving to La Push after her mother past away from cancer. She needed to get away from all the memories that seemed to haunt every part of her house and life back home in California. Embry is like her older brother and they had spent so much time together as children. When he found out about the death of his aunt, Embry offered for Molly to spend as much time as she needed in La Push, living in a house with him and his father. And she took him up on the offer. Collin imprints but there is much resistance from Molly, as she does not want to be in love.

MPOV (Molly)

I let out a sigh as the tears continued to fall down my face. There was no one left. I was now all alone in the world. I was lost. Slowly, I slid out of my sleeping bag and my feet hit the hard wood floor with a satisfying thud. I pulled the blankets off my floor and wrapped them around my body, making myself feel like a burrito.

I stood in my room, just gazing at everything adorned on the walls. It was all so childish; posters of bands and pictures of old friends, none of that mattered. I brought the blankets closer to my chest as I let out a shaky breath. The tears wouldn't stop.

My mother died exactly three days ago. So much went by in a blur since. After that night in the hospital, I drove myself home, almost comatose. Without too much thought I picked up the phone and called the only person I knew was left. Embry.

I let out a cry as the phone rang three times and there was no answer. He always told me if I needed anything he would answer the phone, so where was he when I needed him the most? It continued to ring four more times and the answering machine greeted me, instead of my cousin.

"Em-Embry," My words were being cut off by sniffling and the salty sweet tears that were falling into my open mouth, "Em, she's g-" I couldn't even say it. Because if I were to say it out loud, that would mean it's true. No matter how long I thought I had to prepare my mind that my mom was not going to make it, did not make this any easier. I was still on the line, though I wasn't talking. The only noise in my whole house were my cries, echoing through the phone. I hung up quickly.

I acted almost like a zombie, going out into the garage, grabbing multiple card board boxes and began packing everything and anything that could fit in a box. By 9 the next morning, the whole downstairs was practically empty, except for the large furniture and boxes. My phone stayed on the counter throughout the time I spent packing up items, and did not ring once. I hadn't told anyone that my mother past away. Who was there to tell? I didn't have a father, my mom's parents died when I was about 3 years old, and her only other sibling was my uncle and cousin. But once they received that message I left Embry, they would know. There was no one else.

I wanted to collapse, and just forget. I wanted to remember everything my mother ever told me, the looks on her face, the color in her eyes, the tone of her voice, her soft, loving touch. I already missed her.

I went out to the garage and grabbed as many boxes as my weak arms could hold and trudged up the stairs. I turned right, towards my bedroom. Slowly, I packed up all the items I thought would bring me some profit. I took a black marker off my desk and wrote 'Garage sale items' on it. I started to pack the box full of the things I did not need, or want. About 100 books filled one box full. I unfolded another box and wrote the same thing on this one. In here I put things like binders and paper and purses until it almost overflowed. Why had I ever wanted any of these things? They aren't important; they won't do anything for me now. Another box was filled with CDs and music tapes, and clothes that were either too small or too big or things I just didn't want anymore.

I brought these boxes downstairs and pushed them out to the front of the house and in front of the pavement near my garage. The sun was shining brightly, already starting to bake my skin. I turned back inside and brought some more boxes out. The boxes from my living room, things that had no meaning to me now, were also pushed outside. I walked back and forth from my house to my yard, bringing boxes as I went. I scribbled on a piece of paper that there were larger items for sale inside, they just had to ring the doorbell.

I went back upstairs to my room and packed things like my computer, hair straightener, make up and phone charger in a box. I picked the full box up, my face showing no emotion, and took it out to my car. I opened the trunk and placed the box flat, and slammed it back down. Back upstairs, I went to the bathroom to collect anything that I could sell. About three unopened bottles of shampoo and conditioner, three unopened packs of razors and that was all. With a sigh, I went back downstairs and brought the box outside.

As I looked around, people were beginning to come over with curiosity. Some people, I do not remember seeing before came up to me and offered their condolences, I just stared at them, not saying a word. People did not even ask how much the items were, they began to just put money in my hand and continue to look at me with sympathy. Soon enough, the boxes were gone from the front of my house and I held two hundred dollars in my hand. I stared at it, not sure what to do with it for a moment. Slowly, I turned and walked back into my house and shut the door.

I grabbed the remaining boxes from the garage and brought them up to the last room, the room I really did not want to go in. I let out a breath, I did not know I was holding and turned the knob. The bed was made, sheets pulled up tight, pillows perfectly aligned. I wore a sad smile, no matter how sick my mother became, she always managed to make her bed. She would never allow me to do it, she always said that I would wrinkle it. I slowly made my way over to the bed, unable to really guide my body. I climbed onto the bed and grabbed one of the pillows and held it tightly against my chest. The tears began to fall from my eyes, my heart beginning to break once more. I pulled the covers out from under me and held them to my nose. Even with the snot running from it, I could still smell her. Mom.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up, and everything was dark. I began to get scared, but then I remembered where I was by the smell. My mom's room. A smile spread to my face as I buried my head into the sheets, trying to capture the smell. Then I remembered that my mom wasn't at the hospital anymore, she wasn't alive anymore. Slowly, I made my way out of the bed, pulling the sheets up, but it was wrinkled. Mom always knew. I made my way to the door and turned on the light. The brightness illuminated the room, leaving no corner dark. I studied the room. Around her bedside table were her multiple prescription bottles and pictures of us together. Her room was practically empty already, the only thing that was truly left was her bed, sheets and pillows along with pictures of us, and a closet full of clothes and her jewelry box. Turning on my heel, I left the room and went into the hall. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the last box I had and headed into the room again.

I put the box in the middle of the room and started to grab the jewelry box and placed it softly inside. I went to her closet next. For a mom, she was very stylish. But as a cancer patient, whatever clothes she bought, she soon found that she was too small to fit into them. I looked at the array of items that hung from the hangers. I grabbed all of the clothes and folded them neatly into the box. I turned toward the drawer and opened it. Inside was her jeans and bras, underwear, socks things of that sort. I grabbed all her pants and socks and placed them in the box as well. Then there were the pictures. I walked over to the bedside table, my eyes already stinging with unshed tears. I picked up the pictures from behind, afraid to see what it was like before my mom became sick. They were placed face down in the box.

The container of pills and her sheets were the only things left. I grabbed the pills and placed them in the box, hearing the clank from the multiple pills that had yet to be taken. I pushed the box out into the hallway, and slid against the opposite wall. All the energy from the day seemed to leave me. I stared at the box in front of me. My mom was gone. She wasn't coming back. There was no overnight hospital stays or late nights waiting by the phone for the phone call from mom, telling me that her treatment went well and I could come and see her. There was nothing.

My stomach made an unpleasant sound and the pain that I had there was nothing that would measure up to what my heart was feeling. I remembered I had not eaten in at least twenty hours. I made my way down the stairs and looked around the kitchen. I had already sold almost all my pots and pans, glasses, silverware, plates and the like. I had exactly one pot, one pan, one glass, one plate, one fork, one knife, one spoon, one bowl. That was all I needed, there was only one person living here now, if you can even call this living. I opened the fridge and found left overs of Chinese food and pasta. I grabbed the Chinese food and placed it in the microwave. I grabbed my fork and a napkin, along with a glass and I filled that up with water.

I waited until the microwave beeped, telling me that my food was reheated. I pulled the container out and it burned my fingers, but I only held onto it tighter, beginning to enjoy the pain. I placed it on the counter with reluctance and began to eat. I wondered if the television was working, but then I remembered that I hadn't paid the cable bill.

Once my mom was diagnosed we needed a way to pay all the bills. She was in and out of the hospital so frequently that she didn't do much besides lay in bed, not that I wanted her to do anything besides that. I never told her, but I dropped out of high school. I had to. There was no other way for us to do what had to be done. And I was very lucky that the school understood what was going on because they did not ask for a parent's signature. But even if they asked it was not like my mother could have given them one, she was far too weak. So ever since my sixteenth birthday, I haven't been in school. That was one less worry.

But I had three jobs. The first job was at a local Chinese place down the street, I was a waitress there. I took the orders, and if I did a good job, I ended up being able to take something home for myself. Well not home really, I would always end up eating it at the hospital, next to my mom. She had always questioned me as to why I was eating Chinese food now, when she knew I didn't like it. I told her my tastes had changed. My second job was babysitting for my neighbors, they had two children, one was seven, the other was five. They weren't that hard to take care of, and I was always close to home incase my mother needed something. My third job involved me working on cars. I would fix what I could with them and make sure they worked enough to get them to a real mechanic, if they even needed one.

With those jobs, I was able to keep the bills from piling up. Mom always asked how I managed it, and I shrugged it off, telling her that she didn't have to worry. I had paid the rent, water, and electric bill for the past year. But once my mom became very sick, I could just barely manage. I worked as hard as I could, and tried to stay with my mother as long as possible.

After I finished eating, I washed my fork and glass and put them away and threw away the trash. I looked up at the sound of my phone ringing. I glanced at the screen, Embry. I answered the phone with a shaky breath.

"He-hello?" My voice sounded soft, almost too soft to really sound like me, but something made me sound like that.

"Molly? Hello? Its Em, are you there? Hello?" Embry's voice sounded weak, but frantic. I nodded my head in response, but remembered that he was on the phone and not right in front of me.

"I'm here." I said, my voice dull and raspy.

"Oh thank God, Mol! I have been trying to call you since you left the message! You haven't answered! Are you alright? Where are you?" His questions coming out so fast, it was hard for me to really answer them all.

"I'm here." I repeated, unsure of what else I could really say.

"Molly, where is 'here'? Your house, the hospital?" He suggested, growing more frantic by the second. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words were able to come out. "Molly? Hello? Molly, are you there?" His voice became high pitched as he waited for me to respond, I couldn't.

"I'm," Where was I? This house I was standing in was not home, home was with my mother and she was gone, there was no place left. "I'm at the house, Embry. She-" My sobs muffled what I wanted to say, what I needed to say.

"Molly, I know. Don't worry, we will be down there soon, ok?" Embry tried to sound sympathetic but I could tell he was very worried.

"No." I whispered into the phone. I couldn't have him come, not now, not like this.

"What?" Embry said, shock and surprise evident in his voice.

"No. Please, don't come. I-I need to do this by myself. Please." I whispered again.

"But Molly," He pleaded "What about you? What about Aunt Carly? Is there going to be a funeral?"

My breathing stopped. I hadn't thought that far. My mother would have wanted one. But who would go? I don't even have that much money. But I had to do what my mother would have wanted.

"She is-she's going to be cremated, probably on Wednesday." I said, tears pricking my eyes once more.

"Oh, Molly. I know this is hard for you but me and Uncle Danny will be down there on Tuesday. No exceptions." His voice was firm, holding no room for an argument. Tuesday was in two days.

"See you." I said, whispering into the phone.

"I love you Molly. I will be there soon." That was Embry's parting words.

So for the next two days I rearranged the house. Or what was left of it. The garage sale was such a success that I continued to sell things the next day. I sold my bike, the couch, all of the chairs and its matching table, the living room sofas and side tables. Pretty much all of the big furniture in the house. This included my dressers and bed and my Mother's bed. That was hard to do. I removed all of the sheets she had last slept on and placed them on my floor neatly. The mattresses the woman bought from me were not that old at all, but I couldn't stand to lay on them, or have them in the house. That was true with nearly all of the furniture.

All the rooms were practically empty. The only room that had items in it was my bedroom, the bathroom and the kitchen. I had sold practically everything. In my room I had just my sheets, sleeping bag, and pillows. In the bathroom and kitchen were just the necessities. The house looked naked. I had placed the box of my mother's items in the trunk of my car, unable to look at it every time I walked up the stairs.

I decided I needed a lot of money and that I would not be living in this house any more. There were too many memories here. I didn't, and couldn't really live in a home. Not by myself and knowing that there would be no one else that would come home. I decided that after the funeral I would live in my car. It wasn't that big, but it was standard size. It was a four door with a large backseat where I could lay down, stretch out my legs fully and sleep in my sleeping bag. It would be easier to get to work and I wouldn't have to worry about paying bills.

For the next day before Embry and Uncle Dan arrived, I tried to work as much as possible. Not worrying about if I got any sleep or if I ate anything. I needed money. I worked at the restaurant for nine hours and received around one hundred and ten dollars. Then my neighbors called and asked if I could babysit until around five the next morning because they wanted to go on an 'all night date'. I did not complain, though I believe they only did that because they knew my situation.

I got back to the house around six the morning of the funeral. I quickly jumped in the shower and washed my hair and face along with the rest of my body until I was as clean as could be. I hadn't said anything since I got off work, and even when I had to talk, it was very quiet and not elaborate, just simple, dull words. I dressed quickly in a tight black dress and brushed my hair out, not bothering to do anything with it. My blonde hair stuck against my face and dripped onto the floor. I applied my makeup darkly around my eyes. Not dark enough to make me appear like a raccoon, but enough to add effect. I slowly went into my room and lay on my sleeping bag, waiting for my uncle and cousin to arrive.

The doorbell rang once. The tears were already streaming down my face. I couldn't do this. I couldn't face her brother and nephew and say that everything was alright and that I would be fine and there was nothing to worry about. I took a deep breath and tried to fix my make up as I walked down the stairs. Not bothering to look out the peep hole, I swung open the door and was greeted by my uncle and cousin.

They both gathered me into a hug and did not say a word. I stepped aside and allowed them into the house. It was practically bare. The only thing that could be seen was the few items in the kitchen. Silently, Embry turned to look at me and raised his eye brows in a question. I shook my head, unable to respond. They didn't understand what it was like for me to live in a house with so many memories. I checked the time on my watched and mumbled something about us needed to get to the cemetery soon. Embry told Uncle Dan it's time we get going.

With one last look around the house to see if I had left or forgot anything, I gathered my belongings from the kitchen and placed them in the trunk. Embry followed me everywhere I went. Not saying anything, but just watching every move I made. I ran up the stairs one last time and gathered my sleeping bag, pillow and stuffed wolf which Embry and Uncle Dan got me when we were younger from my bedroom and walked down the stairs. Embry did not offer to hold anything for me. I lost my footing on the last step and I let go of my items to try and catch myself. Embry grabbed me by my waist and steadied me on the ground and picked up my things that I dropped and followed me out to the car.

I looked up at Embry, to see him looking down at me with an indescribable expression on his face. I pulled the front door shut and locked it. I picked up the welcome mat, and placed the key underneath, like I told the owners we-I would do. Em walked over to my car and I opened the door to the back. He gave me a questionable look before placing all of the items in the back.

My uncle sat in the front seat of a big black truck, which was also in the driveway. The tears were in his eyes were threatening to fall. Slowly, I turned to see Embry. He had a sad smile on his face. He opened his arms to me and I rushed into them. I gripped him tightly around the waist, mumbling things into his dark shirt. He held me lightly around the waist and was petting my hair trying to calm me down.

I pulled back slightly, to see his face. I saw a tear run down his cheek and I lifted up my arm and stood on my tippy toes and wiped the tear away. I smiled sadly at him and he walked over to his father. I looked as they mumbled something before Uncle Dan reached over to the passenger seat and handed something to Embry. Embry turned and brought it over to me. He held it out, waiting for me to take it. I looked up into his hazel eyes, the same color as mine and my mother's and uncle's, and he nodded slightly.

I was holding my mother's urn. It was very decorative, a light green color with an inscription in a dark golden: Carly Nicole Call May 17, 1975-December 11, 2011. Pride and Passion was ever present in her heart and is now in the hearts of those whom she loved.

Embry gave me one final hug before getting in the truck next to his father. They pulled out of the driveway first, waiting for me to show them the way to the cemetery. With one final look at the house, I strapped the urn into the passenger seat next to me and we headed toward our destination.

AN: Hopefully someone enjoyed this chapter. But regardless, I will be updating when I can. Review and please tell me what you think.