There's No Weakness In Forgiveness : Misguided Ghosts
"I'm going away for a while
But I'll be back
Don't try to follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See, I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe"
Theme song for entire story. Alright, so first story, Jacob Black. Yes, yes, twilight, shoot me! I absolutely hate the book but LOVE the Wolves. Anyways, on with the story. Her name, Manel Daya, is pronounced Mun-elle, They-uh (A slight accent on the "they") Bold&Italics means thoughts, bold means emphisis and Italics mean dreams/flashbacks/etc.
I could feel the warmth of the sun hitting my back but I didn't find the need, nor the energy to get up and shut the blinds. It warmed me up and only caused me to retreat more into the fuzzy bundle of blanket that covered me. I moaned happily.
This was my life. I was finally living by my rules and no one else. No one to yell at or bicker with. Just happiness and warmth. It didn't start this way, no, it never does.
I sighed softly as the sun's rays glared more into my window and warmed my back more. I could feel the small smile creep onto my lips. Just when sleep was about to hit me, my cell phone went off to Christina Aguilera's, Not Myself Tonight. I grumbled some choice words before dragging my arm away from the warmth, and sliding it across the side table and grabbing my Blackberry Torch, "Hello?"
I knew the person on the other line could hear the annoyance in my voice. I heard giggling and was about to hang up until I recognized it; Paget. I sighed, rolling my eyes as I answered,
"What Page? I'm tired, it's a Saturday and I want to sleep. Go away!" I grunted the last part as she tried muffling her laughter. If she called to just wake me up, laugh at me then just say nothing, I was about to yell. I sighed loud, "Page? What. Do. You. Want?" More laughter. Of course.
"Sorry Nelles, I had to, I was bored and I knew you'd be sleeping in." I grumbled more profanity and heard more laughter. Except now, the laughter was heard from nearby. I swear, if she…
I didn't even need to finish, "Page, are you standing outside the door?" Anyone could heard the restraint I was putting up. If I hadn't, I would of flipped and snapped someone's head off; the person being Paget Corr. I glared at nothing,
"Yeah, pretty much." With that she strolled in our studip apartment, smirking. She had a tray of coffee and a paperbag. Oh lovely, she brought breakfest. Ok, well at least she'll die on a full stomach. I glared at her from the big king sized bed we had, "You are dead meat, bitch."
I rolled over onto my back, covering my face with my hands. I huffed out, "Thanks." She grinned in my direction as I smiled back, "What you get fatass?" She glared now, mouth opened. Now it was my turn to smirk.
She ripped open the paper bag which revealed muffins and some bread. Mmmm, actually looks delicious. I removed the covers from my body, fixing my boxer shorts in the process, and trudged over to the small table,
"Mm, smells delicious Pagester." I chuckled as she smiled back wide and handed me by black coffee. I accepted it with welcoming hands and sat down on the chair,
"Sorry about waking you up." I looked up in her face and smiled wide, "Its cool, I was kidding." She sat down too now as we sipped coffee and ate muffins.
Our studio apartment wasn't much, but it was home. It had a sense of welcoming and refuge, and I loved it.
"Oh, Nelles, your, uh, mom called today." Paget didn't look me in the eyes as she told me this news. My eyes were hooded as I glared at the muffin. That's nice, my mom could take a stick and shove it far up her…
"Manel! You need to forgive her. You need to forgive them all, or else you're never going to be able to move on." I looked at Page and looked away. I put the muffin down, sighed and got up.
"No Paget, I can't call them because firstly, I don't want to and secondly, it wouldn't matter. They never cared to begin with, what makes you think they changed?" I looked back at my best, and only friend with sadness in my eyes. What I got back was a mirror image. Perfect. Perfectly broken.
"Sam, I really don't know about this. I don't think she's going to come back, ever. She made that real clear when she walked out on the Council Meeting. She made that clear when she pretty much called us everything insulting possible in the human language. What makes you think she'll change her mind?" Mrs. Daya looked at the leader of the La Push wolves.
The Dayas' had been trying to get their daughter to come back for about 3 years but, to no avail. She would either hang the phone on them or just tell them that they were wasting their time. Sam sighed,
"She has to come back eventually Mrs. Daya, she has no choice. Or else, its going to cost her someone's life." The Dayas' shivered at the thought of that.
"What makes you think she wants to come back Sam? I'm pretty sure she made it clear that she hated us, and what we were." The words were spat from Jacob Black's mouth. He had a look of anger burning through his eyes. But everyone could see the sadness and hurt lingering in the background. No one knew the feeling better then his 2 closest and most trustworthy friends; Embry Call and Quil Ateara.
Sam and everyone there flinched at the harsh tone Jacob used, "Well then she'll come back for the very reason she left. She's going to become what she hates." Sam retorted with just as much anger. Jacob's guarded eyes looked away, a slight roll to them.
"Serena, can I ask you something?" This time it was Billy Black who asked the question. Serena Daya turned back to look at her old and dear friend, "What?" Billy's eyes were narrowed ina thinking expression,
"Why did you let her go? She was barely 16 and she took off. For all we know…" ut he never finsihed the rest. The look Daren Daya was giving him caused the halt. He had a glare in his eyes, "Don't you dare Billy, don't you dare say that. Why do you think we call everyday?" the desperation was clear and heavy in the Daya's voice.
Everyone sighed; some annoyed, some concerned and two worrried.
"Let hate save you, when nothing else! I will let it save you, when nothing else will." I sang along with Emarosa's, The Past Should Stay Dead. Paget said she was going to freshen up and then we were going to talk. I didn't want to talk, I didn't care what she'pitch at me this time. I was sick and tired of her badgering me to call my parents, and on top of it all, my stupid parents wouldn't leave me the fuck alone!
I sighed as I turned the volume up. It was completely and utterly correct; hate saved you when nothing else could. I should know, I lived it. I looked down and then back up. I heard the bathroom door open and then close. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the lecture.
"Manel," oh wonderful, she used my name, "I know you hate your family and you really don't give 2 shits if they die but, what if what they did was to protect you? What if they treated you like that so you wouldn't stumble onto something you weren't supposed too?" I rolled my eyes as I chuckled darkly. She didn't need to word it that way, I already told her, and surprisingly, she actually took it alright.
"Page, you say it like its some top notch mission or something," I chuckled darkly, "They had no right to hide that kind of shit from me. If I was going to be that, well then I should know!"
Paget looked at me with sadness in her eyes again. She never got along with her parents but she always wanted me too. She go on about how now she feels the emptiness of parents. How she was wrong to leave them all those years ago. She would tell me how important it was to always keep in touch with your parents no matter what happened between you all. God, she felt more like my therapist then my friend sometimes.
"Nells, what if they didn't tell you because they didn't know themselves?" I clenched my teeth. I was hoping she wouldn't find loopholes in my plans/ I rolled my eyes, "Doesn't cover for the fact that my best friends turned against me and into complete dickheads and perverted jerkoffs." I grumbled the last part as I remembered how Embry, Jacob and then Quil turned.
Page sighed, "You never finished telling me what happened…" I closed my eyes and groaned, "Next time Page, I don't want to start a ball fest right now." She chuckled and nodded, "Fine."
I switched the song to, For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic by Paramore. It seemed like this bad literally wrote songs for me. Paget took my hands and squeezed them, "Babe, if you don't want to go back, at least call. Please. Trust me, it sounds like you'll probably end up throwing the phone or hanging up on them but, sweety you have to call them. Just see whats going on and, if they try and explain themselves, listen." She put a lot of emphisis on "listen". I sighed, ground my teeth together and finally did something I promised myself never to do; I dropped my pride and pain. I forgot they existed because it didn't matter right now.
I closed my eyes and went to the phone directory.
D. Daya.
Everyone was crowded around the Daya's house when the phone went off. Serena walked over to check the directory and almost cried. Was her daughter seriously on the other line, "D-Daren? It's, her."
Daren slwly turned to face his wife and then ran to the phone. Everyone was dead quiet, looks of shock going around. Serena attempted a smile and picked up yhe phone,
"Manel? Sweety? Baby, is that you?" Mrs. Daya's voice broke at the last note. Sue Clearwater walked over to lend a supporting hand. Manel was frozen on the other line, eyes wide and a terrified look on her face.
Was her mom almost in tears? "Manel! Jesus, talk! Say something dumbass!" Serena could hear muttering on the other line as her eye brows knit together,
"M-Manel? Are you with someone?" All of a sudden the atmosphere completely changed in the room. Shocked faces went to reluctant, to guarded to just plain confused. Manel sucked in a breath as words flashed through her head.
"We're gonna make such fools of ourselves! God damnit, Page, I just made such a big fool out of myself! Why the fuck would they care!"
Manel didn't know what to say as her eyes got cloudy and she almost whimpered. Paget glared at her as she took the phone, "Hello? Mrs. Daya? This is Paget Corr, I'm a close friend of Manel. I was just calling to tell you that we'll be over on the next flight from Florida to Washington."
Paget heard silence and then someone burst into tears, "Thank you sweetheart. You have no idea what you've done for us." Mr. Daya replied. Paget smiled broken and nodded at nothing, "I hope it was worth it."
Mr Daya hung up the phone as he turned to his sobbing wife. Sue backed off, smiling, assuring him. "Serene, she's coming back." Serena could barely hold herself together.
The room was filled with tense and nervous bodies. A lot of them belonging to the wolves.
"She's comin' back Jake. Nelly's coming back." Quil whispered, shock and happiness evident in his voice. Embry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck,
"I can't believe she actually agreed to it. She didn't leave with much assurance of coming back. God, its going to be amazing to see her again." Embry laughed as him and Quil smiled at each other.
Jacob stood there, no expressions visible on his face. He didn't know what to feel. Happy? Sad? Angry? Pissed? What the hell was he supposed to feel for a girl that left and left for a good reason, "She had a reason guys."
Embry and Quil looked at Jacob like he was crazy, "Jake, she just ran away. She didn't even tell us why, she didn't call. She just up and left." Jake looked up from his downward stare,
"And did we try to stop her?" Silence.