Living is Enough of an Excuse-
Author note: aha! Yeppers, people, I am updating:) Pretty quick compared to my other updates, right? I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty proud of myself;) And I know you guys are secretly proud of me too. Come on, don't deny it. Anyways, I am currently writing on my moms notebook...so the automatic spell check and whatnot isn't exactly available. Let's just say some stuff might be a little screwy, but I'm going to try my best to catch the mistakes. I don't know...I'm not that patient to go back on my writing to revise it. Mostly because I can't stand my writing.
It's pretty bad in my opinion. But as long as you guys like it - I'll continue to write. Then again...I guess if no one did like my writing I'd still probably write. I love writing, and despite my talent in it, I'm not going to stop. I do believe I can get better:) Anyways, thank you to my reviewers for chapter one:}
Reviews(ch. 1): JAStheSPAZZrocks, Kiki Loves You, brankel1, Moonwillow, ASH186, AllieBlack16, Babaksmiles, Lolcauseucan, Maximus05, hgmsnoopy
10 reviews for one chapter? I'm blushing:) I'm glad you guys like this story, and Moonwillow, I hope that the plot sort of clears up a little bit more for you, sorry if you found it confusing. Basically what this story is about is Embry imprints on Leah, Leah gets knocked up, runs away and has a daughter, 13 years later only Sue and Seth know about the daughter...and Embry is getting married. Oh, and to top all that off - Jacob imprints on Leah and Embry's daughter! All kinds of fun that is... ;) Thanks for the reviews, and here's another chapter. Review?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight saga or any of the characters. Such as Jacob, Embry, Leah, Seth...and so on. But I do own Niabi;) Take that S. Meyer I've gots me a character that you don't! *dances* Oh yeah, pretty cool beans that is;}
~Charlotte
Well, I'm going home, back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from, no, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home, well I'm going home
-Home, Daughtry
Niabi's point of view:
"...Abi bug? Are you alright?" I glanced over at mom, immediately seeing worry flash across her smooth face. Despite the fact of mom running away from home and trying her best not to phase, she still messes up from time to time. Obviously, considering I know the secret and all...but that means she hasn't aged. And as far as mom and I know, neither has anyone here in La Push. Everything was exactly the same as it had been. Uncle Seth still looks about 16...or what he looked like at age 16, so he pretty much looks 20 now. Grandma Sue has aged...but that's pretty much it. And my cousin Emily. She's aged. But the wolves...they haven't.
Same old, same old.
"Nervous." I answered truthfully, not liking how the curtains of the house pushed back to reveal a small girl. Someone I had no whereabouts to, or what her name could possibly be. I was never informed of a little girl. Just the overall family.
"No need. We're here to see your...father get married. Then we'll go back home. Like always. Back home." A wave of reassurance washed over me. I had absolutely nothing to worry about. What was there to worry about? We're just visiting. Everything we own, clothes, necessities are all in Nevada. Not Washington. We're going to leave and act like nothing had happened. Simple enough.
Why was I so worried again?
"We're only here for 2 weeks." I scoffed inwardly. 2 weeks...that was a long time. Much too long for my liking. And by the crease of moms brow I could see that saying that aloud had also notified her of how long we'd actually be here. In my mind I was imagining a mere 5 days, a week tops. But no, 14 days.
It was rather long if you think about it.
"You gonna go in first?" I asked, slowly opening up my door while mom's eyes widened. Obviously she hadn't planned anything past the whole once-we-get-here phase. So...I guess we're winging it now. Just fabulous.
"Oh, uhm...I suppose..." I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at her while she took her sweet time to exit the car. This was wrong. Leah Clearwater is never afraid. She has her pride, and her strength. I'll be damned if just a few people can change her into a hollow shell. Normally she was the perfect mother, the perfect best friend. And now? I don't know. She seemed so...uncomfortable. Almost as if she didn't belong. Which was true. Netiher of us belonged here. In a small secluded reservation...we didn't fit in. And I guess, deep down, we knew that. Maybe that's where the nerves are coming from? The inability to belong. To actually relax.
Slowly closing the door I was more than aware in the fact that the child in the window had disappeared. Had she told everyone we were here?
No, she didn't need to. They probably heard us drive in. Probably heard our whole conversation. The litter buggers.
"Leah! Leah! Leah!" My breath was literally blown out of my lungs - not from any impact - but from the sight of an over grown native boy running out of the house. With an equally large group of boys standing behind him, just watching. Which was exactly what I was doing: watching.
It was almost in slow-mo, the boy, wide hazel eyes, sprinting towards my mom as she braced herself for the impact. But she didn't get one, instead he had stopped just a few feet away, his gaze flickering between mom and I in sudden suspicioun and...pride?
I tilted my head to the side, suddenly curious as to who this was. Why was he so happy? Shouldn't he be shocked like everyone else? No one else knew of mom coming home but Grandma Sue, and-
"Uncle Seth?" I guessed aloud, immediately making him smile wide and scoop me up in a hug. All of which nearly suffocated me in the process. Who knew people with large muscles squeezed out your insides while giving hugs? It's very uncomfortable. But...welcoming. It kind of felt nice, oddly enough.
"She's beautiful Lee!" Uncle Seth exclaimed, adding effect by giving me a slobbery kiss to the cheek.
Disgusting.
I wiped my cheek, making a face as mom laughed. The largest smile I've ever seen spread across her face.
"I know." She answered back, watching as Uncle Seth spun me around several times enough to make me dizzy, and gave me enough kisses to completely cover my face in salivia. I guess this is what a family felt like...
I'm not quite sure if I liked it. I mean...I felt pampered just with all the attention. It was kind of embarrassing...
"Alright, put her down - she's not exactly an affectionate person Seth." Yeah, your telling me. The second Uncle Seth placed me to the ground I had literally sucked in large amounts of air. Making both mom and Seth give each other wide grins. Glad to know they were finding enjoyment under my expense.
"Who's she?" A large man pushed past the crowd, looking at me suspiciously then back at mom, not once acknowledging the fact that she had come back after 13 long years.
He must be Sam.
"Niabi Jenna Clearwater." I said confidently, straightening out my shoulders while sizing him up. Let's just say he could crush me like an ant. Not that I would go down without a fight. I'm a tough ant to squish.
"Adopted?" He guessed, turning towards my mom as she surveyed him with a bored look.
"No." There was a loud gasp beyond the crowd of people, and my eyes immediately went to a women with a bulging stomach and large scars. Emily.
Our gazes met quickly and her eyes softened a bit, a small smile settling on her features. I just gave her a tight smile in return, making her gentle smile fall a little bit. Not enought to wipe it off her face completely, but just enought to make the smile look less...welcoming.
Looking away from her and to her right my eyes instantly recognized a figure from so many pictures.
Grandma Sue.
Without a second thought I sprinted forward, ignoring all of the overgrown men or my moms calls out to me. Instead I had ran right into my Grandma's arms. I wasn't exactly sure what had come over me when I did that, but Grandma didn't seem surprised. All she did was open her arms wide and knelt down to my height before enveloping me in her arms. I guess, out of everyone here, I had really wanted to meet grandma. Mom had always talked about her kindly, and I guess seeing a bunch of grandma's on T.V. and whatnot kind of kicked in my...uh, desire to meet her.
I guess it just kind of made my small crappy family official. Complete in a way.
"Little Abi..." Grandma murmured, giving me a tighter hug while someone touched my shoulder lightly. I glanced back, a little upset to see Emily there.
"I didn't know Leah had a daughter." She said lightly, her hand flying to her stomach, which automatically made me look there too. She was pregnant. Why did that not surprise me? I looked over at mom silently, only to see her scowl - actually scowl - at Emily.
"Yes, I do. My daughter." Mom hissed, making both of my eye brows shoot up in surprise.
What was wrong?
"That's nice, I'm expecting...turns out I don't really have...well, my chances of having children were very slim. So this is my miracle baby. I was actually thinking of naming her Leah. After you." Mom's eyes flashed with an unrecognizable emotion, making me rather worried. Mom never gets this mad. Ever. Obviously mom hated Emily more than she ever wanted to put off.
"How sweet." Mom sneered. Unconciously I tightened my grip on my grandma's shoulders, only to have her rub my back soothingly. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't my mom...she was being a...bitch. No. That's not the right word. She was upset, angry, furious, livid...
She wasn't smiling. Do these people really make her that unhappy?
"Leah?" Someone breathed. I turned around, seeing a man with his arms wrapped around a small brunette with a large smile plastered on her face, her small hands rubbing the mans shoulders. I scowled. The sight disgusted me for an unknown reason.
"Embry." Mom nodded, making my whole body literally tense as I sucked in a loud breath. Making everyone turn towards me. Grandma paid no attention to the sudden change and just continued to rub my back while Uncle Seth somehow found his way over and squeezed my shoulder in reassurance.
But that didn't matter, all I could do was look at Embry.
My dad.
Author note: What'cha guys think? Too rushed...not enough detail? Good enough? Meh? Thanks for reading anyways, appreciated.
Should I write another chapter?
~Charlotte
