So here it is guys – a new story! YAY! My first not crossover. This was actually my first idea ever but I didn't have the courage to write it. It is commonly known that crossovers are less read then the Twilight stories so I posted the crossovers first. And now that I didn't get much complaints about the other stories I decided to write it and see where it goes.
Disclaimer – The Twilight characters are not mine, I just like to play with them and make Bella less pathetic.
Warning 1: This is not a Cullen friendly story. I don't like most of them so I have trouble writing them nicely. If the Cullens are in my story they are evil, most of the time they are nonexistent.
Warning 2: There will be lemons.
Warning 3: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes. I do double check every chapter but my dyslexia misses a word or two. I'm sorry!
Note: Someone has offered to be my beta and while I have thought about it I eventually decided against it. The idea just seemed to suck all the fun out of writing and I see writing as a hobby not as a job.
This is not for school reading, it's for fun – if you don't like my writing or you have a problem with my grammar you can freely click the back button
I hope you like the story!
Please review!
I will never forget the first time I saw her.
It was raining, like it almost always does, she was sitting in my best friends garage drinking soda and smiling.
The smile was so fake it actually hurt me. She was so beautiful. I saw that, I saw how beautiful she was even though she was too pale, her hair lost its shine, her eyes had no life in them and she was way too skinny.
Yes; I acknowledged all the faults in her apperance and I immediatelly knew it came from the inside. She was sad. So fucking sad.
But I also saw all that she could be. If someone helped her heal she would bloom. She would be exquisite.
»Bella Swan.« She introduced herself.
»The chiefs daughter?« Quil asked while I stood in the back awkwardly. I never spoke to a girl, let alone someone as beautiful as her.
Bella Swan – to me the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and apparently the girl I would never have.
Jake staked a claim to her. I wanted to fight for her and I would too - if only she noticed me. But she didn't, she looked right through me. Like I wasn't even there. Then again I had a feeling Jake had no chance either, that helped ease the sting a bit.
Jake blabbed about Bella all day every day. I thought the girl was cute, really I did but the few times Quil and I hung out with her and Jake she didn't really do much.
She didn't speak, she didn't laugh, hell the girl barely moved. So I don't know where Jake got all those things he and Bella allegedly did together but it sure as helll wasn't true.
»I'm almost finished with the bikes Bella brought. And then I'm gonna teach her to ride it. She said so.«
Quil and I nodded. We heard this a hundred times already. It was the norm now, us sitting eating lunch and Jake talking about Bella.
Us walking to school and Jake talking about Bella.
Us walking from school and Jake takling about Bella. I learned to tune him out but today he was seriously pissing me off for some unknown reson.
»So, Bella kissed me yesterday.« Jake gloated at lunch.
»Yeah?« Quil questioned eagerly. »How was it?«
Quil thought himself a playboy. And I guess he was, if you counted the dreams he had. He just didn't date the same girls in real life that he did in his dreams, so he had no proof.
My hand tightened on the chair I was sitting on. I have no idea what's going on with me but I was so angry lately. A small thing could get me so riled up, I don't understand it.
The seat of the chair cracked and then broke, a part of it staying in my hand.
»What the hell, Embry?« Jake asked startled, he was already prepared to spew out lies to Quil about his kiss with Bella that didn't exist. Quil just sat there dumbfounded his jaw on the table.
»I… I don't know, man.« I shook my head to clear the red haze that suddenly obscured my vision. Pressing the heels of my hands against my forehead as I got asulted by the most painfull headace ever. »I have to go home, I'm really not feeling well. I think I'm geting sick.«
»Aha.« Quil nodded. »You are looking pretty freaky right now, man.«
I stumbled out of school, I figured mom would call the school tomorrow and excuse me from school or something, frankly I didn't care.
Even though we lived on the res and you could walk from one side of the res to the other in ten, fifteen minutes tops I needed thirty five minutes to get home. Once I actualy fell to my knees with pain and I couldn't get up for about five minutes or so.
I literally fell through the door of the small house I lived in with my mom.
»Embry!« My mom yelled, worry clear in her voice. She knelt by me at the door where I laid sprawled out on the floor. »What's wrong?!«
I wish she'd stop yelling. Everything was already too loud with my massive headache I honestly didn't need her yelling in my ears. I could swear I heard all the way to Forks.
I could hear the cars on the road, the birds in the tree behind our house and was that a wolf? I could have sworn I heard a wolf howl.
»Embry, answer me!« Mom yelled again. I guess I got distracted by the sounds outside and forgot about mom.
»Mom, please don't yell.« I rasped out. Now even my throat hurt and it was hard for me to breathe. There was absolutely not a thing on my body that didn't hurt. Even my hair and nails hurt. »I think I'm dying.«
That was proven the wrong thing to say. »You're what!?« Mom screeched.
»Not really, mom.« I hope. I tried to placate her, but the damage was done she was in a full blown panic attack. And I was seriously considering joining her in the nice, inviting panic but I couldn't find the energy. I was actually honest when I told her I was dying, I truly believed it but I didn't care. I didn't care if I was really dying I just wanted the pain to end.
Mom reached to remove a strand of my hair from my forehead. I was wet and sticky so she practically had to unglue my hair of my skin. The moment she touched me it was like she set me on fire, the touch burned.
»Don't touch me!« I snarled at her.
I immediately felt bad when I saw the hurt on my moms face. That passed quickly as I remembered the fight we had just a few days before.
It always bothered me that I didn't know who my father is but the last fight pissed me off something fierce. I just didn't understand why she couldn't or should I say wouldn't tell me.
It went from bad to worse quickly when I asked her if she even knew who he was. I do understand that the last remark was uncalled for but I couldn't help myself. It came with being a teenager – the thoughtles words that came from my mouth but I was never like this before. I never was so angry, never so mean to anyone least of all my own mother.
»I'm just trying to help, Embry.«
»I don't need your help!« I snapped. »I don't want it!« I got up and ran back out the door and in to the woods.
»Embry, please! Let me call the doctor! You need help!« I heard my mom call behind me but I didn't turn around. I hated the fact that she was still nice to me while I have been nothing but an asshole to her these last few days.
Five minutes ago I could barely move from the pain now it felt like thousands and thousands of ants were crawling under my skin. And suddenly I got the need to be outside, if I stayed in the house I would go insane.
I ran and ran until my legs couldn't carry me anymore and then I collapsed on the forest floor. Dragging myself against a bark of a tree I rested.
Being ouside in the forest somehow I felt better, I felt less pain. I felt more free. Now thinking about it I immediately felt worse when I entered the house, like the walls were suffocating me.
Lying on the forest floor felt comforting, like when I was small and was hugging my stuffed bunny. It felt familiar, good. It aso helped to cool me down. All in all, I felt so good that I actually took a nap.
Waking up from the best sleep I had in about a week, which shouldn't be possible because I was sleeping on the hard, cold and wet forest floor.
I heard my name being called.
»Embry!« I knew the voice but I couldn't remember the source. It also made me want to run towards it but I restrained. The want felt wrong.
Rustling of leaves on my left caught my attention. A man came through the trees. He looked so familiar and yet so different from the boy I saw last just about a month ago. There was no way he changed so much in such a short time. Right?
I wasn't sure. »Jared?«
»Holy shit, Embry!« It was Jared.
I didn't understand. How did he grow so quickly? Jared was always small build. Even though Jared was older he was smaller than me, hell he was smaller than Jake and Jake was the shortest kid on the res.
»Jared, something's wrong. You've gotta call 911.«
»Nah, man. You'll be fine, you'll see.« Jared soothed. »Sam! Over here!«
Who the hell is he calling? Was it Sam Uley? While I personaly saw nothing wrong with the guy Jake and Quil were freaked out by him, so were the rest of the kids on the res. They were sure that the guy was selling and using drugs but I seriously doubted that. I mean come on! If he was using drugs then why were the elders looking to Sam for answers?
Sam arrived quickly with another man trailing behind him. I never noticed how tall Sam was, maybe it was because I was still lying down or because I was sick, god knows.
»Embry.« Sam said his face impassive. »Your mom called Billy. Why did you run away from home?«
What the hell? »I didn't run away.« I told them. »I felt sick and she wouldn't be quiet so I had to leave.«
Sam snorted and the guy behind him mummbled something that I clearly heard as: »Yeah, right.«
»Fuck you, dude!« I yelled, my anger coming back full force. The sounds and the smell of the forest did nothing to extinguish it this time. »You don't know anything about me!« How dare he assume anything about me, he doesn't even know me.
I stood with great effort and turned to the unknown man beside Sam.
The man smirked mockingly and I started shaking. I shook so hard that when I looked down at my hands they were almost a blur.
»Paul.« Sam said with warning. »Stand back.«
»Why?« The man, Paul asked. »What will the baby boy do? Will he hit me?« The bastard pouted. »Oh, I know! I bet you he'll cry. He'll cry because he doesen't know who his daddy is!«
My shaking increased until finaly my anger became too much for me to control and I lunged towards Paul.
Halfay there I exploded!
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