Be My Wonderwall

Summary

After her soon-to-be-fiancé cheated on her, Becca returns home to La Push. When she meets Embry, her best friend as they were kids, he imprints on her. But Becca is broken, can Embry heal her? Can she leave her fears behind and start again? And will they get together so easily? Becca will go through lots of problems, happen to have a drama queen and jealousy around her but also friendship, love and happiness. And she will learn that hope is what pulls us through the bad times. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.

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1. Jack The Ripper

Playlist for this chapter:

Green Day – 21 Guns

Wonderwall – Oasis (This is the song this story is actually named after.)

Ein Gruß - Juli

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Wednesday. 6 p.m. In the changing room of Woodberry Hospital, Honolulu, Hawaii.

-Rebecca's POV-

"Why do you always need hours to change?"

"Because, Linn. First, I want to talk to you. Second, Jack's having a party with all his friends and I really don't mind if I'm late," I answered her truthfully. I'm not a party chick. I hate hang-over and I had just finished work. I took my bag and signed.

"How are things going with Jack?" Linn asked as she was looking through a huge amount of paper. I smiled. Things couldn't be possible better with Jack. Jack, my best friend, boyfriend and lover, was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was so lucky to have him. He was smart, open and friendly, always smiling and a very positive person. He loved me, and I loved him.

"Earth to Becca! Holy shit, I didn't want to know what you guys are doing at night. Just an 'Oh, things are great, we're engaged now' would have been fine," Linn pointed out.

I, of course, was blushing bright red. "We talk. Ever heard of being respectful? You cuss like a sailor."

"You do, too."

I had to admit it. "Yeah. You rub off. But Jack listens. He's perfect for me."

"Yeah, yeah. Blahblah. Why don't you marry him already?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course I will marry him one day. "First, I want to wait until the time's right. Second, why always marriage? We are both happy without being married." I leaned against Linn's desk with a weird mixture of a dreamy and an annoyed expression on my face.

"Mhm. Why wait? You guys are a really cute couple. And he's a gentleman. You won't find anything better. I'm nearly jealous," she murmured, working on her computer. Her eyes never left the screen and her fingers pushed a few strands of her blonde hair out of her face.

"Don't be. But I'm pretty sure he's the right one for me."

"So why wait?" She repeated.

I had to admit, this was a very good question. I had never asked myself that before; waiting seemed to be right. But I was sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Jack. And he had asked me to marry him. I answered him I didn't want to rush things. He accepted it and told me not to worry. We would marry when we're both ready, he promised. But, would I ever feel more ready than I felt now? I didn't now.

"I don't know, really." I said. I was always completely honest with Linn. She took care of all doctors in the hospital and she was my best girl friend. "I mean, I wanted to wait because I wanted to be completely and utterly sure that he's the right one and I want to marry him. It always seemed to be such a final decision."

"It is an important decision. But, Becca, if you don't think it is the right thing to do, then don't. You have to do what your heart tells you. Just keep it in your mind, kay?"

I nodded. That was something I could do. But suddenly a thought crossed my mind – what if he didn't want to marry me anymore? He asked me a few weeks ago.

"Don't worry too much. You'll be home pretty early if you go now."

"No. I want to have a look at Sara Kenyon. Then I'll go."

"Okay. Take your time. Oh, and by the way, this Rachel girl called two times. She complained the second time why the hell you have to work so long. Who is she?"

I grinned. Rachel called rarely, but we were still close. She went back to La Push a few months ago, and I really wanted to hear how things were going there. I missed her.

"She's my sister. I'll call her later. Bye!" I said and hurried to Sara's room.

She had had an accident this morning and I had to operate. But there wasn't much I could do for her; she was paralyzed down her waist and it was not likely for her to be able to walk again. She was 16, for God's sake! She hadn't deserved to be in that accident. Her mom told me she loved to dance. Dancing was her world, and she wouldn't be able to do it ever again.

I opened the door slowly. She was lying in her bed, still sleeping. A young man, about 18 years was sitting beside her, holding her hand. He stared at her face and didn't turn around as I entered the room. I went to have a look at the monitors next to her bed. Everything okay, thank god. At least she was going to be okay. Or whatever you define paralyzed down the waist. I slowly turned to face the man.

He had to be her boyfriend, and he wasn't looking well. His eyes were full of sadness, with large dark blue rings under them. His brown hair was messy and his clothes dirty. He hadn't left her bed since she got here. Not an unusual sight for me, but it always touched my heart. Would anyone be sitting beside my bed, if I had an accident? I didn't know and I wouldn't demand it. If Jack wanted to sit there, I would be thankful, but I wouldn't ask him to stay by my side. I knew I would be staying by his side.

I smiled down at the girl's face. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. She had no idea how bad she was hurt and she was probably exhausted. I gave her a bit soporific so she would sleep the whole night. She would awake in the morning and I would have to tell her. This was the part I hated about my job. I spoke quiet and carefully. "She's stable now. She will sleep the whole night, you should go home."

The man turned to face me. I looked at him with soft eyes. "I can't leave her," he whispered hoarsely.

"I know," I murmured. "She will need you. It's good for her to have people who love her by her side… believe me, she will need you."

"I love her so much… she didn't deserve this. This is my fault!" He buried his face in his hands, but I could see the painful expression.

"Stop it," I said hard. "Do you love her? Does it matter to you that she will never be able to walk again?"

"No," he said, looking at her peaceful face. "No, it doesn't matter. She's beautiful. I love her."

"Good," I said softly to him. "I'm sure she loves you, too. She was pretty restless before you came. She needs you." His face softened. "You have to stay strong for her, and nobody said this will be easy. But you need to prove to her that she's still the old Sara. That she is still beautiful and nothing changed. That your love didn't change. She's lucky to have you," I added.

He nodded, lost in thoughts. I signed unhappily. I should tell him to go home, but I didn't think he would do it and I could understand why he won't go home. I stroke her cheek and left the room.

Standing on the corridor, I looked trough the window. He was whispering in her ear. They should be happy to have each other, and if they stayed together, they would probably be together forever. I didn't think anything could separate them after they got through this.

I turned around and made my way outside. I was still a fifteen-minutes-walk away from Jack's apartment. I had my own apartment, but we spent most of our time at his. So I headed through the crowded streets, looking forward to seeing my boyfriend. It was really loud, music banged through the streets. I hated the city and the noise.

I stepped out of the elevator. I could already hear people laughing. I took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hey, Becca," Dave said. Dave was Jack's big brother. He looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Hey, Dave," I said and gave him a smile. He didn't smile back but looked worried.

"I didn't think you would come home so early..."

"I get always home around this time," I replied.

"Well, yeah…" He looked away.

"Where's Jack?" I asked. I wanted to see him badly.

"Upstairs," was Dave's response, as he turned around and walked into the kitchen.

I ran up the stairs to the bedroom. Something wasn't right.

I opened the door and just wanted to scream.

A/N: This is the story I've been working on lately. My beta is Ever Uley. It's an Embry imprint story and there will be a lot of drama and such ;). Becca was never married to Jack. It's after Breaking Dawn and Jake's usually with the Cullens in Canada – not like I planned. The lovely people who have read my other story, Love heals everything, know what I think of Jake imprinting on a half vampire, and I'm just so mean and tell all the others: 'Go read my other story to find out, and if you do, review! Thanks ;)'. Anyway, I plan on updating two times a week. I have already written the first eight chapters. I don't know if there will be a playlist for every chapter. Mostly I just wrote down the songs I was listening to while I was writing this chapter. And, the song(s) by Juli is/are in German, so if you like it but don't understand it, I can translate for you, just tell me in a review or PM or whatever. I put them here because I love them, and I do think it's really fascinating to listen to words in another language even if you don't understand what it means.

A big thank you to Ever Uley again. She is an amazing beta and writes fascinating stories, go check them out!

I'm not begging you to review. If you want, you go do it, it makes my heart always fluffy and warm =)

Love you all,

Becky.