Hey guys! This is a story that follows Breaking dawn. It's about seven years after the book ended. Please tell me what you think
There was me, and then there was you.
"Letting go of someone is hard, but sometimes holding on to them is harder."
Prologue: "We were just kids in love,"
Ashton
Sometimes life puts you in incredibly awkward and hot but mostly awkward situations. Awkward because I really didn't know who this guy was, and more awkward still because I came to the beach trying to find my brother, and instead I end up here. Hot because well, he was hot, and boy was he making me hot. I wasn't supposed to get on the bus that led me to the Olympic Peninsula; I was supposed to get on the bus that led me to the airport and then to warm and sunny Florida where I was supposed to be soaking up the hot sun next to my best friend. At least that's one thing I still managed to do.
Soak up the heat, well body heat.
His hands moved across my flat stomach as his lips traveled along my jaw and down my neck. I let my hands pull at the thin fabric of his shirt. God his skin was hot, so hot it almost got me to pull away and ask his if he was feeling okay. Ha. I should be asking myself that question. Because by the way I was pulling at this boy's body, led me to believe that I most defiantly was not feeling okay. I pulled his body closer while I scooted my butt back and pressed it against the warm stone wall behind me. My legs moved up until I was pressing my knees into his rib cage. I heard him suck in breath as he let his warm hands move across my legs. I threw my head back giving him more access to my neck and shoulder.
I knew I should have worn shorts to the beach and not the thin white cotton dress. His hands feel so warm above the thin material, but god to they feel good underneath it. I should not be here; I should not let a local beach bum feel me up, or let myself be ripping his shirt off. But right now, at this very second, it doesn't feel so bad to be well… bad. I've spent my whole life filing myself and everyone else into tight little boxes, that it feels so good to let some boy slide his hands into my panties. Okay maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase that.
"Do you wanna…" He asked. His voice ruff and sexy, and he spoke into my ear. If he asked me to take all my clothes off and walk around naked… well I wouldn't do that.
"Uh huh," I muttered while pulling his lips back to mine. I left his strong arms swoop me up in a way my boyfriend back in California never did, and hell he would never do. His tongue danced in my mouth as he pulled at my dress and I pulled at his belt buckle.
"I wish I had time to get you home." He muttered as he helped me with the buckle.
"Just toss your shirt underneath me," I've never said a word like that in my entire life, well I think I said something along those lines to my mom when she spilt paint all over my bedroom floor.
"You don't mind the sand?" He asked as he shifted my body weight to one arm.
"No one's paying any attention to us; I don't see how it could be a problem." I muttered while nipping at his bottom lip. He groaned as he set my on the ground. My bare slightly sunburned back felt cold compared to the heat radiating off his shirt. I glanced up at him through my bangs, I could see him gazing down at me, and for the first time in my life I didn't feel like I should be embarrassed by my body. Not that there's anything to be embarrassed about, it's just well, I really don't know what it is. But the normal awkward feeling that would bubble in my stomach until I push the boy away isn't happening right now. And for once, as he slides my panties off and I spread my legs to make room for him, I'm going to let myself enjoy it. I'll worry about everything tomorrow, I'll figure out how I'm supposed to go about sleeping with a guy I met on a beach when I was really looking for my brother.
"Oh my God," I moaned as he pushed into me.
"Do you want me to-"
"Don't you dare," I said all breathy while crashing my cold lips to his hot ones. I felt him smirk against my lips as he rocked against me. "Don't you dare ever stop." I told him as I buried my head in his muscular shoulder. I gripped his forearms tight as I tried to keep my moans quite…
Bright red light filtered through my eyelids as I tried to keep my breathing even. I could feel soft fabric covering my body, probably his shirt, as I lay underneath his heavy arm. I needed to move. My mother would figure it out by now that I'm not in Florida, that I'm not on the beach. I needed to find my bag, find my way back to the bus stop, my way back to California, back home. I let my head turn to the side; my eyes watched the way the water crashed softly into the shore. Just like I crashed into him. I rolled my head to the other side to look at him.
I traced his strong jaw line with my eyes, then his full lips, his straight nose, almond shaped eyes, thick eyebrows that his hair brushed ever so softly as the wind played in it, I wanted to let my fingers play in it. I let a small smile frame my face as I used my elbows to dig into the sand and push myself up. His arm fell into my lap with a slight thud. Still looking at him I leaned over while pulling my legs from underneath him and kissed the dimple in his chin.
"It was fun," I muttered while I stood up and quickly pulled my panties back on. Still looking at him I picked up my shoes, the wind whipped his shirt around my torso exposing my legs; I tucked my long hair behind my ear as I turned away from him. "Embry."
The bus ride home was going to be long and tiring. I could just tell. Probably because on my way to the bus station after I had located my bag, I checked my phone and realized I have thirteen missed calls from my mom. I didn't call her back. One call missed from mom was scary enough, but thirteen…
Tossing my head back in the ruff leather seat I quickly glanced out the window and watched as Oregon passed me by. Between the three bus changes and one metro bus change and the good thirty minutes from the bus station to my house, I think I have enough time to figure out what to say to my mom.
"Excuse me miss?" I let my head roll over and noticed the woman. She was plum and her legs looked like they were about to swell out of her tight green shorts.
"Yes?" I asked while keeping my eyes on her.
"Mind if I sit here?" she asked pointing to the seat next to me. I lifted one shoulder and pulled my sand covered backpack off the seat and tucked in underneath the seat in front of me. I heard the old leather seat puff as she sat down. "Oh thanks, you have no clue who I have been stuck next to." She complained as she raked her fingers through her straw colored hair.
"Yeah, well I've been on the bus a little over nine hours and I still have one full day and nineteen hours to go." I told her while rubbing the goose bumps off my arm. The woman made a short of ticking noise with her tongue and just for a second I wish I could have stayed in the sand wrapped up with Embry and pretend I never had to go back.
"I'm guessing you had a wild spring break?" she accused while crossing her plump pink arms across her chest.
"Yeah," I said with a smile as I pulled my leg up and rested my chin on my knee. "You could say I've had the best spring break ever." The woman continued to click her tongue at me and I fought back the urge to giggle.
"Well if I was your mother I'd be very upset. You're covered in sand!" she shook her head and pulled out a pack of baby wipes from her small purse. "Here, wash some of it off will you?" she snapped before turning her attention away from me and began asking the old woman across from us all sorts of questions. I held the small thing of baby wipes in my hand as I glanced back out the window.
"This was crazy." I muttered to myself as stared at my reflection in the window. "I should have gone to Florida."
"And to think we are letting our next generation roll around in sand on their spring break!" The woman next to me cried while throwing her plump arms in the air. I let the giggle escape my mouth that time.
Ten hours later I took what little money I had left and checked into a small motel close to the bus station. I smiled at the clerk as he put my mom's credit card on file and I handed him the one hundred and fifteen dollars for the night. He pointed me in the right direction as I nodded at him in thanks. My lower half was really starting to ache and I'm pretty sure I have a rash on my inner thigh from all the sand. Not to mention I kind of smell like sweaty teenage boy and ocean water. Gross.
Once inside the room I stripped of my shorts and Embry's t-shirt, I pulled out my iPhone charger and plugged it and my phone into the wall before I shuffled over to the bathroom and turned on the water.
"God Ashton you're a mess." I muttered to myself as I looked at the bags forming underneath my green eyes. There are bruises on my lower back from where I rolled over on to a rock sometime the night before. I sighed as I looked down at my lady parts. It looked mad. Giving up I stepped into the shower and tried to wash him off me. I scrubbed and scrubbed with the cheap smelling soap the motel offers. And once I had gone through the first bar, I started on the second. I didn't stop scrubbing my skin until it was red and hurt more than the rest of my body. Once that was done I washed my hair twice and got out. I wrapped my sore and red body into one of the hotel towels and walked back out into the main part of the room. I could feel my eyes prickling with tears as I crawled into bed wet and wrapped in a towel. I would cry myself to sleep if that's what it took. Just as the snot feast was about to begin a loud clap of thunder stuck, and the sky let the rain come crashing down
"I'm sorry." I sobbed as I looked up to the ceiling, "I'm really sorry."
The next morning I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I quickly rubbed my eyes and rolled onto my back. I didn't feel like spending another day on a bus, I didn't feel like spending another night in a crappy motel. All I really wanted was my mom, and maybe some Starbucks. Yeah I most defiantly wanted the Starbucks more.
"Just call her you big baby." I snapped at myself while throwing the crappy blanket off my body. Before I called my mom I made sure to dig around in my bag for a shirt and a pair of shorts and once I was dressed I pressed call.
"Mom?" I asked with hope in my voice.
"Oh Ashton honey I was so worried about you! I'm so glad you called-"the sound of her voice made my eyes get all hot and watery again.
"Mommy?" I asked while biting my bottom lip, "I need you to come get me." I hiccupped a little while I waited on her response.
"Where are you?"
"Portland, Oregon." I sobbed snot threatening to gush from my nose.
"Oh baby I'll get on a plane and come get you. Text me your current location okay?" she cooed.
"Oh mommy," I cried wiping the snot from my face, "I'm so sorry." I blubbered all the while wiping my snot on the ugly green carpet.
"Oh baby I know. Don't think this doesn't mean you're in some serious trouble, but I think you've learned your lesson. I just got a plane ticket. I'll be there in five hours okay? Go get you something to eat and maybe take a hot shower? I'll bring you some clean clothes okay? Now don't go too far I don't want you getting lost again alight?"
"Oh-kay. Thank you. I love you." I muttered while I gripped the phone close to my face.
"I love you too, baby." The phone went quiet and I quickly sent my mom my current location and picked myself up off the floor and crawled back into the bed. I'd clean myself up later. I clicked through the apps on my phone, nothing to exciting. Sighing I hit the lock button and slipped my phone underneath my pillow. I let my eyes trace patterns in the tan wallpaper…
I woke up sometime later to the sound of a knock on my motel door. I pushed my body up and checked the time. It's a little after two in the afternoon.
"Ashton baby?" my mother called as she continued to knock on my door. "I checked with the front desk they told me this was your room."
"Yeah." I called as I got out of bed and stumbled towards the door. I quickly pulled it open and let my mother pulled me into a hug.
"Oh baby." She muttered while stroking my hair. I let my arms circle around her and pressed my face into her shoulder. She smelled just like honey and airplane. "What in God's name where you thinking?" She asked while pulling me away from her far enough to look me in the eyes, hers matched mine. "I was scared twice to death."
"Isn't the expression 'half to death'?" I asked while she pulled me back in for another hug.
"Yes, now tell me what you were thinking." She demanded while pulling me back into the hotel room.
"I found an old picture up in the attic a couple weeks ago. It was a picture of you and a man and a little boy. And I know I don't have a dad, and the date I found on the back was just a couple months before I was born and it had his name and-"
My mother sighed as she pulled her reading glasses off of her face. Her green eyes frowned as she glanced around the hotel room.
"You went to Forks." She stated. I nodded my head once as she continued to stare at my phone charger plugged into the wall. "How'd you even find him?" she asked after a while.
"I googled Richard Lahote." I stated with a slight shrug, "It wasn't hard to figure out where he lived when I looked at old newspaper reports. His family dates back to Forks for a really long time." I explained while pulling my legs closer to my chest.
"He doesn't know about you Ashton. He'd be in your life if he did." She explained while she placed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. "Come on, gather your stuff and let's go home." She pulled out a pair of white jean shorts and my pink American Eagle sweatshirt and set them on the bed. She then pulled out her cell phone and stepped out of the room. Sighing I pulled off my gross clothes and snuggled into the clean ones. Once that was done I gathered up what little crap I had before I ran a brush through the waves that were my hair and used my finger to wash the sleep taste out of my mouth.
I was close, yesterday; I was close to finding him. I tracked down my older brother Paul and I followed him to the beach. You could tell he wasn't going to take the news well. I think that's why I wondered around until I ran into Embry.
I shook my head violently trying to rid myself of his memory. "Mom?" I called as I shoved my feet into my shoes and grabbed my things. I threw open the door and stepped out into the hallway. Mom was sitting cross legged next to the door staring at her phone. "Mom?" I asked again going to stand in front of her.
"I got a hold of Paul." She stated not glancing up at me, "And he got a hold of your father. They want to meet you. And for some reason I agreed to let you go and live with him for the summer."
I sucked in air before I blew it out softly out of my nose. "Wow." I muttered while shaking my head. I could hear my stomach talking to me, about how hungry it was, and maybe about how much I just screwed myself, literally.