Embry was tired of being the bastard child. Leah was tired of being the broken hearted, bitter girl that would never be over Sam Uley. So she ran to Los Angeles for college and he ran to New York both of them never vowing to come back. That is until they both get invites to the wedding of La Push' angels. Sam Uley and Emily Young herself, now they kind of don't have a choice. They both had a plan get in and get out. Falling in love with each other was never in the plan.
Embry P.O.V
"Wow that snow is really coming down," Says the voice of my assistant and main man Nathan.
"Trust me you haven't seen a real snow fall till your spending it in Washing DC, that just stands for darn cold," I say laughing as I drink some of my coffee. Looking out from the glass window of the top floor of my office, that's right people Embry Call had an office. Owned his own office. Had one of the best Real Estate companies in the city of New York yeah I've come far, I ran far too. Far From Forks and even farther from La Push. When I was in middle school, I started to notice it. The stares, the whispers it didn't bother me too much I was kind of young. But I did ask my mom about it. Why was this happening to me why were people staring at me? She explained that it was because a long time ago she had a "Moment of indiscretion" where she slept with a married man. That's right people I was a moment of indiscretion and that stupid fucking town never let me forget it. It really started bothering me when I was in high school, when douche bags used it as a punch line to piss me off.
"Yeah well your mom's a slut guess who's your daddy. I'm your daddy,"
Yeah if that line didn't get me suspended a bunch of times then I don't know what line did. I hated it, I hated that the town just assumed I would amount up to nothing because they all thought my mother raised me wrong. Then when I was in my first year of community college things started to get really bad. I didn't want to be at community college I wanted to be at NYU. One of my professors even went to such lengths as to call me a bastard child and the name stuck. The guys in the pack were taking weekends off to hang with their dads and my mother wouldn't give up any information on who my biological father was. This caused fights I was getting more and more pissed. With me and my mother on bad terms I had made the final decision. I was leaving that stupid town at the age of 19 and I was never going to fucking come back. It was ok the vampires and werewolves made up since that half human, half vampire freak thingy was born. There was really no major danger if you think about it. Which is why I got to leave so easily, and because I was so far I was disconnected from the back, I stopped phasing and to be honest I don't even know if I could anymore. It's been ten years. Yup I was 29 next year I would be the big 30. Not married, no kids and girlfriend and it didn't bother me a fucking bit.
I wasn't going to lie, being the CEO of one of the best real estate companies in the city had its perks. Let's start with the money. Obviously the money came with hard work but when you get that huge 45 million dollar pay check every year plus a 12 million dollar bonus. The work is nothing. I interned for some fat asshole after graduating NYU. The man put me through hell but I did it, then I started Call Industries. I worked hard those first couple of years too hard. But it paid off and today I'm proud to say that the kid they thought would never amount to anything amounted to a damn lot of millions. While their stuck buying second hand Ford Taurus' I was speeding in a Lamborghini. Payback was beautiful. I did get my mom down here a couple of times, but she didn't like it here my lifestyle was too "Flashy" and I didn't like it there in Forks. So we kept our contact to me putting a big amount of money in her account every month and an hour long conversation for every major holiday. She really wants me to come home but I just can't. I hate that place, I really do. Sometimes I missed the pack they were like brothers, but everybody was moving on I realized that. I couldn't just stick around and watch everyone find jobs outside the pack and find happiness. Maybe I went to extremes moving to a whole new zip code, but my situations were always different from everybody else'.
"Embry man you there?" Asks Nathan and I snap out of my thoughts looking at him. I laugh shaking my head.
"Sorry man," I say as I move from the window and go to sit behind my desk. Spinning in my chair but not before placing my coffee cup down.
"No problem this end of year work is really getting to everyone man. I was so out of it for so long last night I was reading a story my daughter typed call the crazy frog thinking it was an investment document. We're all exhausted," He says and I lean back in my chair laughing. Nathan was a 24 year old man with 5 year old twins and a wife. He loved his wife, his kids and was a hard worker. So I kept him around.
"What are your plans for Christmas?" he asks as he packs up his suitcase.
"Maybe I'll call Lola and jet off to Paris," I say wiggling my eyebrows. Lola was a fine piece of French ass that just loved to tell me how much she appreciated my hard work. She loves to help me unwind. Nathan rolls his eyes.
"No family? Not going to visit your mom?" He asks.
"No, left that damn town said I'd never go back. Best damn decision of my life," I say
"You small town lake Minnetonka kids are so overdramatic. Go visit your mom show up in that town and show everybody what a big shot you are. You need family man these little models your running around with won't fulfill you in life," He says. I touch my heart in mockery and he rolls his eyes throwing a wad of papers at me. I flip him the bird,
"Get out of here man. Enjoy Christmas and don't get your wife pregnant again till 2017 you bastard," I say laughing. He doubles over laughing too.
"Merry Christmas man, Can't make any promises… do something meaningful," He says giving me props and then walking out of the office. I sigh falling back into my chair closing my eyes and just letting my mind wander.
Flashback:
"Embry! Embry for God sakes will you just talk to me!?" my mom screams after me chasing me down the stairs.
"I'm fine," I say shortly.
"Embry! Stop please! Where are you going why are you so angry!" My mother screams. I stop walking taking my hood off my head and looking at her.
"Who's my biological father mom?" I say not sugar coating anything. I've asked her this a million times only this is the first time I've ever been so… serious about it. She seems taken aback but speaks.
"What's bringing this on?" She asks.
"Dammit don't answer my question with a question!" I yell banging my hand against the kitchen table causing it to fall. She jumps a little.
"Embry… you know I can't tell you that," She says. I squint my eyes at her in anger.
"Yes you can! Who the fuck says not to did someone say you couldn't tell me!?" I ask.
"No,"
"Than!"
"Embry tell me please tell me what brought this on,"
"My professor and I had a disagreement on a paper and then she called me a bastard child," I say. My mom's hazel eyes fill with tears.
"Baby I'm so sorry," She says reaching out to touch me but I yank my hand back.
"I am so fucking done with all this bullshit. Tell me who my fucking father is!"
"No!"…. "Why don't you just admit that this is not the only reason your angry with me. Your just mad because your ashamed to have me as a mother," She says. He shakes his head.
"I'm not ashamed of you. I'm ashamed of what you did,"
"So that's what you're going to do huh Embry. Walk around pissed off at the world over something you can't change?" She asks.
"But I can change it if you would just tell me who the bastard is! I don't want a relationship with him. I just need to know so I can tell him a few words. You have no idea how painful it is for me to walk around. People calling me names, guys making jokes about how you're a slut and there my father! Huh do you know what that feels like!" I scream at her. She stands there crying silently. I keep going.
"I hate my life right now and it's all his fault! He left me with some fucking genetic curse that's got me turning into a DOG do you know how scared I was when I first phased?… do you know how pissed I was when I figured out that the other guys had fathers that could help them through it? But I didn't I had to deal. I'm attending a crappy community college getting a degree that's going to go to waste because you don't really find jobs in real estate here in La Push. I'm stuck running through the woods protecting some fucking Rinky dink town where more than half the people hate me. For no reason!" I yell huffing and puffing trying not to phase.
"Embry… I'm sorry," She says helplessly.
"You have to admit growing up I didn't really ask for a lot," I say calmly she nods.
"You were a good kid," She says sniffling as she touches my cheek nodding. The tears still silently falling.
"I'm asking you for this though. I need you to give me this one thing," I ask. My mom bites her lip more tears falling.
"Embry… I won't do it. I'm sorry," I shake my head.
"Yeah well sorry isn't good enough mom. Forget this, forget this town, forget the pack, forget La Push forget, my father. I'm going to go," I say moving her hands from me and walking through the door.
"Go where?" She asks helplessly from where she's standing.
"NYU mom. They want me that school wants me and I know I'm smart enough to get in. I know over there that I'll at least get a fair shot because they don't know you. They won't penalize me for what you did all those years ago. I can't with these people anymore, I'm leaving this town and I can promise you I'm never coming back mom. I'm sorry," I say.
"Embry what am I supposed to do without you?" she asks. I turn around and look at her.
"You can come with me," I say to her but she shakes her head. "I didn't think so…mom I think we've had enough of each other anyway. You'll be fine," I say and then I leave the house and phase for what I know will be the last time.
End of flashback.
RIING RIING RIING!
I jump out of my memory with the phone screaming bloody murder in my ears. I answer it annoyed.
"Embry Call," I answer professionally, I hear a laugh at the other end and some Christmas music. I raise my eyebrows. Who the fuck was this?
"Embry!? Embry man it's me,"
"Me? Who is me?" And why are you calling my work number. How did you get my work number.
"You seriously don't know who it is?" the person sounds kind of hurt. I'm not phased I was just annoyed.
"If you don't tell me who this is I will hang up in 1…2…3-
"Uh no! it's Sam man," He says. I think I freeze for a second. Sam?
"Sam… Uley?"
"So you do know who I am?" He asks but not in a joking tone like a second ago. The music on his end has quieted down so I guess he went somewhere quiet.
"Um yeah," I say clearing my throat. "What's up man how'd you get my number?" I ask
"Well not from your mom that's for sure. She said you said not to give it to anyone," He says accusingly.
"I did," I say strongly.
"Didn't want to talk to us small folk anymore huh?" I roll my eyes.
"Nothing like that Sam, I just wanted all contact with La Push to be as small as possible. I wanted to be 100% focused on my goals,"
"And I guess the people in La Push were just holding you back?"
"Man did you call for a specific reason. I know it wasn't to catch up," I ask trying to change the subject.
"Oh! Right! Well man Emily and I are finally getting married," He says laughing.
"Really?" I say touching the back of my neck. Congratulations," I say. I wonder how Leah Clearwater was holding up. Was she even still there. Probably wanted to crucify the shit out of them if it's the same Leah I know
"Thanks man and Emily and I were talking… I know you haven't been here in ten years but we would really want you to come down for the wedding. It would mean the world to us," He says. I bang my head against the desk. NO FUCKING WAY WAS I DOING THAT SHIT!
"Uh man I don't know," I say. "I don't want to come off like a complete…asshole but um. I really don't think I should come back to that town," I say being completely honest with him. Sam sighs.
"Man there's a million things you shouldn't do and staying away from this town another year is not one of them. The guys miss you and so does your mom," he says.
"I speak to my mom-
"Three times a year? Embry it's not the same. Giving her money doesn't make up for losing her only son,"
"My mother and I have a very difficult relationship. When we're together in big doses it causes conflict ask my childhood," I say through gritted teeth.
"Embry stop punishing her because she won't tell you about your father,"
"Man if you don't want this conversation to go sour you won't mention my father,"
"Ok! Ok, I'm sorry," He says and I roll my eyes taking my I phone off the desk and looking at my calendar that was booked as a motherfucker. I felt tired just looking at all the shit I had to do.
"When's the wedding?" I ask.
"Three days after Christmas," He says. I look down at my calendar to see I'm booked all through the rest of the month.
"Alright man. I'll be there," I say knowing once I have to cancel my meetings I'll regret it.
"Thanks man you have no idea what this means to me and Em," He says.
"Yup," I say not really know what else to say as a silence falls over the phone.
"So uh… have you spoken to Leah at all these past couple of years?" he asks.
"No why?" I ask he sighs.
"Emily wants her to come to the wedding. But I swear she's harder to get a hold of then you are," He says stressed.
"Wait Leah's not in La Push?" I ask confused as I spin halfway in my chair.
"No she hasn't been for a while now. Left when she was 18," He says. I think about it and go back. That meant I was 22 yup I left La Push a long time before her departure. I remember growing up with Leah and her dating Sam. Even though she was four years younger than us, they dated for a long time before he pulled the imprinting nonsense on her cousin. If that didn't cause problems within the pack I don't know what did. The girl went into full on Harpy mode after it was horrible.
"Oh," I say not knowing what else to say. I knew that if it were up to Sam he would have chosen Leah. There was no hiding how much he loved that girl but I mean whatever.
"Yeah I hear she's modeling down there now. Getting paid good too," Leah Clearwater a model? But then again I had to remind myself. It's been a long time since I've seen anyone from La Push she wasn't a girl anymore she was a woman now. She probably changed a lot.
"Well uh sorry to hear about that man," I say.
"Don't worry about it. If it's the last thing I do I'm going to get everybody here for this wedding. This I can promise you," he says I raise an eyebrow.
"Well good luck to you man see you soon," I say just wanting to get off the fucking phone.
"Bye see you," He says and then he hangs up the phone. I just groan out loud banging my head against my chair wondering what the fuck I just got myself into.
Leah P.O.V
"Yes Francine I'm on my way I am on my way," I say annoyed rolling my eyes as I speed down the 401 in California. My agent demanding very rudely that I get to the Hilton Hotel quicker.
"Hurry up Leah this is going to be an even further step in your career," Is all she says before she hangs up. I just roll my eyes as I look at my assistant in the passenger side of the car. She just laughs.
"That woman needs a good vibrator," She says.
"Tell me about it," I agree still speeding.
"Leah slow down. Francine always exaggerates I'm sure they're not there. If they are they probably just got there,"
"Sarah this is Harpers Bazaar. They want me to sign a contract with them," I say like she should know how big this was for me.
"I know Leah I know," She says rolling her eyes multitasking. Typing on her cell phone as she goes over documents like a good little assistant.
"How was your important dinner with Matthew?" I ask and she squeals biting her lip.
"Oh it went perfect now that you mention it. I can finally tell you the news," She says biting her perfectly plump lip looking at me with her dough brown eyes.
"What's up?" I ask stepping on the gas.
"I'm finally pregnant," She says excitedly clapping her hands, I scream… loudly. She throws her head back.
"Oh my God! What? Where? How?" I keep asking as I speed my heart rate going down as I make my exit off the highway and I know I'm close to the hotel.
"I know I know right ok uh it was in the Bahamas we decided to try once more and it happened and I think you know how," She says rolling her eyes I laugh as I drive.
"Oh my God I am going to spoil that thing rotten," I say laughing as I pull up in front of the Hilton. I grab my Chanel purse and I don't even give the Valet a second look as I toss him my keys and take my valet ticket. Sarah and I continue on with our conversation as we enter the place, paying him no mind.
"I have no doubt in my mind that you will but we were thinking. We want you to be the godmother," She says and I turn my Christian Louboutin pump to be facing her. We both scream this time and hold hands as we scream and jump up and down, in the lobby. We're cut off when my agent Francine or as I like to call her… dragon lady (because of her fiery red hair and temper to match) approaches us. She takes both our arms and whispers in our ears as she guides us towards the hotel dining room.
"You two are ten minutes late. We want Harpers Bazaar magazine to think that you are not a diva. No one hires divas, Leah you get this catalogue and do you know what that means?" She asks me as she grips both are arms as we walk.
"More jobs?" I say automatically.
"More jobs and more money. This is going to take your yearly income from 5 million to 16," she whispers harshly. "So why are you ten minutes late?" She whisper yells harshly.
"….. Sarah's pregnant?" I say quietly but it comes out more like a question she just narrows her eyes at us and points to the table where there are two men in suites and one woman impeccably dressed in a black blazer and Gucci skinny jeans. When we approach the table they stand up and shake my hands.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Says the tallest and most official of the three. I smile.
"Likewise," I say. The six of us all finally sit down and Francine wastes no time.
"So tell us exactly how you want this deal to go," she says. Sarah is all professional taking out her blackberry and I pad and documenting everything she would need to throughout this meeting. Like a good assistant that she was.
"Well," The woman with the blondest hair I have ever seen speaks.
"We want you in the catalogue for all four seasons. For the next five years, then we want you to come to 8 promotion parties for the magazine and walk three fashion shows," she says.
"When are the dates for these events," I ask all business too now. The man with the red hair hands me a document with all the dates, times and locations of where I'll need to be for the next four years. I read the paper than give it to Sarah to make sure there no conflicts within my schedule.
"When would she start working?"
"End of January so you can still celebrate the holidays and finish up old contracts," Says the other man. I nod liking everything I take a look at the ring on my left hand and smile. I was going to be Mrs. Mark Haughton. Our vacation would be perfect now that this guy mentioned it. His eyes drift toward my ring and he smiles.
"Oh congratulations by the way," he says.
"Thanks," Sarah and I both say at the same time and I look at her and role my eyes.
"What about money?" Francine asks getting back to business. But that didn't surprise me. When I told her I was engaged she told me I had better not get knocked up within the next five years because it would ruin my career right now. But after she yelled that at me she said congratulations.
"For everything we offered 20 million dollars for the four years in total," I smile and so does Francine as she calculated her 12 percent. She reaches out her hand and they shake hands.
"Deal," She says. We say our goodbyes after lunch and I drive Sarah home before going home myself. I park the in the driveway of the huge Hollywood hills home I shared with my fiancé Mark. I sigh as I just sit in the driveway of my car thinking about how happy I should be. I just stare at the big house and give it a half smile. It gets a tiny bit bigger when I think about whose in it. When I turned 18 I had, had enough of La Push. All I got in that town was people going on about how I would forever pin for Sam Uley and how I was uglier then Emily. I couldn't stand never being able to have people move on.
My two closest friends started hanging out with Emily more than they were hanging out with me because they felt sorry for her because I was being so mean to her. How she managed to become the victim in this situation will forever confuse me for the rest of my life till the day I die. My mom and I were horrible. She was starting to get closer to Charlie Swan and so was Seth. It was like those two were forgetting who dad even was. Then on top of that my mother was always pushing me to hang out with Emily and forgive her because. She was so sweet and nice and none of this is her fault and I was being an overdramatic, insensitive, asshole. (Not her exact words but still) Seth said I should be more understanding. The only thing I understood was that if I stayed with these people I would kill them… or myself. So I made the decision with no friends to say goodbye to and a mother that would be emotionally fine If I was gone… I left.
I knew one thing when I came to Los Angeles. I had next to no money, no job, no real goals. I just chose California because it was sunny and totally and completely different from La Push and Forks. I got a job as a waitress and went to a community college. I did a fashion show to raise money for breast cancer for my college and that night changed everything. Francine's representative gave me her card. I called the next day she set up and appointment gave me a once over and three hours later I had an agent. I didn't think that much of it. I wasn't an expert but I knew for sure that being an established model was the hardest thing in the word to do right next to breaking into the Pentagon. It was one in a million but also very dangerous. I focused on school and on occasion went to auditions while still working as a waitress. Then it happened. I got a spread in 415 magazine. Once I had that under my belt it seemed like I was getting everything under my belt. I got four spreads in vogue and signed a contract with Calvin Klein. By then I had almost a million dollars in my first year modeling. It felt nice to have that kind of money but I didn't quit my job as a waitress money can be here today and gone tomorrow. I got a two week break not a summer vacation it wasn't enough to be an established model in my book.
Then my big break happened. I signed a 3 million dollar contract with Maybelline cosmetics to be there spokes -person for two years. After that contracts kept rolling in. I was almost nineteen and I had that kind of money and that kind of statues. I was going to all these premiers, V.I.P parties, award shows, private screenings. I obviously quit my job as a waitress and was working the runways at New York fashion week. I signed million dollar contracts with lines like. Ralph Lauren, Beach Bunny swimwear, Versace, Gucci, Guess and Prada, I was living the dream. Going to school for half a day, filming commercials and then hitting the parties. For once in my life I loved my life. I got into a state university at 20 finally being able to pay for it, and that's where I met Sarah. We became fast friends and when she needed extra cash. I decided to help a friend in need until she found a job in her field she would be my assistant. Now I personally think she's having too much fun being my employee and she's not even looking to find a job in PR anymore. But time will tell I guess.
I was having fun my friend and I were with each other just about all the time every day. We were partying with the best celebrities and even got invited to Jay Z birthday party I mean come on. Even you have to admit everything was going great. Then it happened Vogue was throwing its New Year's eve midnight kiss party. Everybody who was anybody was going to be there. The Kardashians, Beyoncé, Jay Z, P diddy… Puff daddy Sean combs? Whatever the fuck his name was. Then you've got the actors. Kellan Lutz, Robert Pattinson, Blake Lively, Orlando Bloom a close friend of mine Miranda Kerr. So it was obvious my invitation would come. I went to that party having nothing but fun. Then when it was time for the countdown I had no one to kiss and there he was.
Flashback
I sigh as I look out at the stars in the balcony of this huge Penthouse party. I wave at Miranda whose getting ready to count down and kiss Orlando. I would have no one to kiss, but it was ok I mean. I was Leah Clearwater tonnes of men had me posted on their walls and stuff so it was ok… right?
"Pretty girl has no one to kiss on New Year's eve?" says the voice of a really familiar voice. I turn around to be faced with Mark Houghton tall, had that California tan. Grey eyes and black hair he was gorgeous. He was also one the hottest actors in Hollywood. He was amazing, his movies were kind of the shit everyone wanted to watch.
"I bet you say that to all the girls," I say quietly.
"Just the pretty ones," He says.
I could hear the counting in the background,
7…6….5
"You know they say the person you kiss on New Years' is the person you spend the rest of the year with," He says.
"Really?"
"Yeah,"
4…3
I lean in and so does he.
2…1
We kiss each other. It's perfect. It's slow and soft and his breath smells like mint with a hint of Vodka. I like it. We pull apart and everyone is clapping and screaming happy New Year from the inside of the Penthouse.
"I'm Mark Houghton," He says as his forehead is against mine.
"Leah Clearwater," I say and he smiles.
"Nice to meet you Leah,"
End of Flashback.
After that it was whirlwind. If I thought I was social before then I didn't know anything about being social and in the public eye. Mark wined and dined me, took me to the fanciest places. We flew private jet and he was always a sweetheart. I fell hard. We were always photographed but I didn't care. I just loved him so it didn't matter or at least I thought It didn't. Don't get me wrong I mean I love Mark. It's just sometimes I felt like our relationship didn't have substance. Like we did the things and still went on dates but in reality. I was in the huge lovely Hollywood hills house by myself while he was always in some exotic place filming. I used to go with him but then he kind of made it seem like he'd rather not have me around, so I stayed away opting to just visit him sometimes when I wasn't working. When he asked me to marry him I was more surprised than excited. I mean on some level I did love him no doubt… but part of me felt like this just wasn't right. He barely wanted me around him anymore and he worked constantly. I worked constantly too but it's different I made efforts, he didn't. When we argue about it he acts like an asshole says rude things and then apologises and buys me an expensive piece of jewellery. But I did love him and we would be ok like we were in the beginning. He was just working hard and it was a stressful time. I leave my car and walk up to the fancy glass house on the Los Angeles hills. The kind you see all the parties being thrown in, in all the movies. I open the door and walk inside my heels clicking against the steps as I do. I push the door open and turn off the alarm system. Ever since those stupid "Bling ring" kids Mark has been on high alert. His house one of the targeted ones… mostly because of my clothes and jewellery though, the pricks.
I walk in and my heels click on the shining wooden floors as I turn back on the alarm system. I walk past Mark's office but when I hear noise I know he's in there. I walk in to see him on his computer typing away. He looks up looking hot as he does. Mark like I said before was very attractive, he smiles at me.
He's in a good mood.
I take advantage of the situation and go to wrap my arms around his neck. He smiles leaning into me, taking his reading glasses off.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," I mutter into his neck.
"I know work's been horrible," he agrees.
"Well we have our vacation to get away thank God. Me you and two weeks of pure bliss in Hawaii," I say smiling. He freezes and I groan internally. I already knew something was wrong. I look at his computer screen and I read what he was typing.
"Your confirming a movie deal, what movie deal are you confirming that's going to have you leave next week? And why haven't you told your fiancé yet," I say softly removing my arms from his neck.
"Ok before this turns into a fight," He says as I go to the other chair and plop myself down in it. "I want you to know your feelings were considered when I made this decision," He says. I narrow my eyes at him.
"Mark tell me straight up is our vacation cancelled?'
"Yes,"
"Why?"
"Because…well I took a spur of the moment movie deal and this could get my career in places, It will probably take years without this movie," He says.
"How long are you going to be gone?"
"Well production starts next week, so … six months and my flight leaves for tonight," He says hesitantly. I just glare at him as I get up to leave.
"Leah! Come on!" He says following me into our bedroom.
"Are you kidding me!"
"Leah. What was I supposed to do say no?"
"Yes! That is exactly what you were supposed to do. In case you didn't notice I'm going to be your wife. Usually you talk things over with your spouse before you decide to take a job where you'll be away from them for five months," I yell sarcastically. He just rolls his eyes. I walk into the bathroom and he calls after me to stop. What I see makes me stop dead in my five inch heels. I take in the site of my en suite bathroom with wide eyes. My hand flies to my mouth I'm horrified.
"Dammit… Leah I can explain," He says. My bathroom has candles lit, rose pedals all over the place the Jacuzzi bathtub you could tell was used not too long ago for a bubble bath as it still had bubbles in it. But that's not what got me upset. It was the condom rappers… all over the place. I was on the pill, we didn't use condoms. I go over to the ledge of the tub and pick up a champagne glass that was half filled, it had red lipstick on the rim. I take the glass and I throw it at the wall in rage.
"Really!... in broad fucking daylight!" I scream.
"Leah it! It!"
"It what Mark!? It what!" I yell.
"She's around all the time and-
"Darlene you're cheating on me with your assistant!" I yell even louder. He passes a hand through his hair nervous.
".. How long has this been going on?" I ask him.
"… Five months, give or take a week," He says quietly.
"Mark you leave tonight and uh by the looks of it… when this six month production is done… you probably shouldn't come back here. Because I want the house and you're going to give it to me do you understand," I say to him calmly.
"We're not breaking up Leah," He says quietly. "We'll work through this," He says. Tears form in my eyes and I don't hesitate to let them fall. I take my engagement ring off and hand it right back to him. Before I swiftly walk away.
-Next night-
"What do you mean you're cancelling the wedding," Sarah says from the bathroom as I lay in my bed. Silk pyjamas, The notebook and every sappy movie I can find. Surrounded by tonnes of junk food, I was currently eating a tub of chocolate chip ice crème, ben and Jerry's was a life saver.
"I mean it's cancelled do you see the state of that bathroom?" I say miserably as I take another spoonful. She comes in the room taking off her goggles and looking at me dully.
"Yeah I'm only the one cleaning it," She says annoyed. She was in protective gear as she cleaned my bathroom, which involved rubber boots, rubber gloves, and goggles. She holds up one of my three hundred dollar thongs.
"She was wearing your underwear," She states before throwing it in the black garbage bag she was holding.
"Oh God!" I screech as I eat more. "My life sucks," I say miserably. Sarah comes taking off her gloves and sitting beside me on the bed.
"Leah I know this sucks but you'll pull through who knows maybe you and Mark will get back together or better… Maybe you'll move on soon," She says lovingly. I just look at her and glare. She rolls her eyes, her business cell phone starts ringing and she picks up the blackberry flipping the switch.
"Sarah speaking," She says. I go back to watching the movie and Sarah's face scrunches up in confusion. "Excuse me how did you get this number?... I can't disclose that information… I don't think that's necessary," She says getting clipped. I narrow my eyes at her and she speaks. "Hold on," She puts the phone down and looks at me.
"… Do you know a Sam Uley?" She whispers and my eyes widen I choke on my ice crème and she pats my back. I point to the phone and she nods. I pick it up.
"Sam?" I ask.
"Leah. Finally, wow it's been a long time since I've spoken to you," He says.
"How did you get this number?" say skipping over the reunions.
"Your mom gave it to me," He says and I glare at the wall. Sarah tries pressing her ear to the phone but I push her away.
"… Oh well um what's up Sam?" I say.
"Look I know this probably might come off bad no matter how I ask but-
While he's explaining how he wants me to come to his wedding Sarah is listening her ear pressed up against the phone.
"Sam I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want to be… rude, but I don't think I should be back in Forks… ever again and I haven't spoken to Emily in years," I say.
"Leah you're mom misses you, Seth misses you we miss you here," He says. I roll my eyes because I know that it's all bullshit.
"I see my mom," I defend.
"Once last year doesn't count," he says and I roll my eyes.
"I speak to her all the time," I say.
"Leah… please? I know that we're not your favourite people but she would love to have you there and…I would too,"
"I'm sorry Sam… I just can't. congratulations ok?" I say. He sighs.
"If you ever change your mind feel free to come," He says.
"Ok.. Oh! And could you do me favour. I don't want to come off as a snob I really don't but could you not give my number, to anybody." I ask meaning Emily. If she got my number she would call me for forever.
"I won't tell her Leah, bye have a happy New Year," He says.
"You too," I say and then hang up. Sarah takes out her laptop.
"you're going,"
"No I'm not,"
"Yes you are I refuse to have you here for the holidays all depressed you're going home to see your family,"
"You and Matthew are my family," I snap.
"You're real family," She says. I burry myself under the covers as Sarah books me a Villa at a resort right off La Push that I've never even heard of before. It was a luxury Villa but when I see that it was recently built… 4 years ago I understand. Probably for more rich tourists. I put my face in my pillows knowing that if someone was to pain a life going haywire… mine is what it would look like. My plan is to get in go to the wedding and get out. And nothing in between.
Long chapter I know but I just wanted to get you guys started and give you guys an idea of their lives since they left. Hope you enjoyed. See you next week, REVIEW away! Oh sorry for posting this up after Christmas.