Author's note: Yeah I know. Chapter 2 in the same day as Chapter 1? Are you a mad woman? Well to answer that: yes, yes I am. Muwhahahahahaha. Oh and I am the evil overlord of all crazy corny chapter names! Anywho. Well I just want to share my hopes and dreams. I want to be famous. More famous then that Stephanie Meyer woman, whoever that is :) … Oh wait that reminds me. I do NOT own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer is the ultimate ruler of all things Twilight and that is that. But I do own Nikki and this storyline. So... That makes me partially awesome by comparison. Though Steph isn't the coolest person I don't know... Anywho, before I get hate spam, this is MY storyline. Therefore it isn't EXACTLY like Twilight's storyline. So... Well you'll see when you read it. Enjoy, I made this for you. :)

Chapter 2: A Picture Worth a Thousand Tears

I sat next to him in the small vehicle and I stared out the window. The trip was supposed to be a short one, so I remained quiet. Soon I would be in a new house, a new family, a new life. I wasn't ready at all. I was afraid of what my future was going to be. Afraid I would forget everything I use to be to live here. La Push was foreign to me, confusing and intimidating. I hope that whatever lies ahead of me I will always remember who I am.

"I can't wait until you meet your brother," my father said breaking the silence.

I wanted to ask him if my half brother would like me? If we can be friends somehow. But I was afraid of the answer. I felt shy around my said father. My old man. But if my brother was anything like his father, I mean our father, I could tell he would accept me. Even if it is because he needs to because we're family. But friends? I doubt he would consider me anything but a sister he never met before.

The reservation was small, like the city of Forks. It was like a tight-knit family. Actually very homey, but this wasn't home for me. I wonder if I would ever be the same at my father's house? I glanced his way and examined him secretively. He was strong, probably from years of hard labor. He had a handsome face, gentle yet hard, friendly yet intimidating. He confused and intrigued me. I wanted to get to know him, to understand him. He was cover with dark bronzed skin and had almond shaped brown eyes. I remembered from earlier when he was staring at me, I saw sadness, regret, but wisdom and underline happiness. I saw it in his soul, as my mother would say. I looked away, not wanting to think about my lovely mother. Not yet anyways.

Finally we pulled up to a small wooden house on the reservation. I quickly stepped out of the car. I always hated cars and car rides. Just something about being trapped in a small car with no freedom scared me. I always blamed it on motion sickness, but my mom knew I needed to be free not trapped in a car. Once out of the car, I shielded my eyes from the sun. The sky was actually clear. For the most part. There was a few clouds, but the sun shined brightly. I suppose the weather was inviting me to La Push with it's best foot forward. The house looked nice, it had two levels but small in width. I looked at my father. Had he built it, and if so did he do it by himself?

Suddenly, the front door opened and a boy I assume to be my brother came out. He was huge! He practically filled the small door way. When he stepped in the light a little more, I could finally see his face. He looked a lot like his father. Our father. I just couldn't believe that a sixteen year-old boy could be 6'3'' and be as broad as a barn. He had this goofy, shy grin on his face that just made you want to hug him. I didn't of course. That is just weird. My father grabbed my bag before I could even reach for it and started for the door.

I walked up the walkway and my half brother met me halfway. He grinned down at my mere 5'7''. Yeah I am sooo short. I rolled my eyes at myself and looked up at him.

"So," He began awkwardly, "You must be my half sister, Nikki. Pleasure to meet you." He smiled and held out his hand. I gripped it firmly, though my hand was lost in his huge one, and smiled back slightly. "I am Embry. Embry Call." He let go of my hand and I noticed how warm his hand was. Odd.

He made his way back to the house and I stumbled behind him deep in thought. I wasn't paying much attention when I stepped through the threshold. I snapped back to reality when I heard Embry say, "This place isn't much, but what can I say? I love it." He shrugged his massive shoulders and grinned again. We went through the house, showing me all the rooms and such. It reminded me of a doll house and it smell completely masculine and earthy.

The last stop on the tour of the house was my room. Or so Embry said. When I stepped into the room, my heart fell to the ground. It was plain for the most part. The walls bare and selves dusted and cleaned. But it was the little things that caught my eye. The bed was high off the ground with fresh sheets and a blue comforter. But it was the picture on top of the bed that made my heart squeeze. It was of my mother and me when I was just a little girl learning how to ride a bike. We looked so happy. But never again will I be able to see her smiling face or hear her scold me about organizing my room. A tear trickled down my face and I wiped it away before anyone noticed it.

"It was given to my father since he never got to see you." Embry explained, looking at the picture I picked up from the bed. "He thought you might like it now since your mom never like taking pictures."

I wanted to thank him, but my voice wasn't working. Finally I was able to murmur a quick thanks. Tomorrow I would thank my father more thoroughly, but now I couldn't seem to get my mind to work properly. Embry left me to unpack, which I was eternally grateful to be alone. I felt like I was going to break and no one needed to witness that. I looked around once more. This doesn't feel like my room. My house. Me. My home was in Seattle with my friends and my mom. But I knew that chapter of my life was over with. This was my new home and new family. They are so nice and they are trying so hard. I will try to fit into place as much as I could. For them. My dad. My brother.

I unpacked and only cried twice. I was glad to get some of the tension from my chest away. Pretty soon the tears would stop, but I promised myself that my mom would forever in my thoughts. I wasn't hungry nor willing to go meet my family in this condition. I will see them in the morning. I took the quickest shower I have ever took in my whole life and jumped under the crisp sheets. I said I wouldn't cry, but it was inevitable. I fell asleep and my dreams were filled with my mother. She was as tough as nails and the bravest woman I have ever met. I only knew a little about what separated my parents. All I heard was that someone or something scared my mother so much, she ran away from home with me only a month old. My mother never told me about my half brother, but what I was told when I asked the locals about the story behind it they said my father was alone and heavyhearted for a long time. They were afraid for him because his health was in danger. But about nine months later, Embry was born and left on father's doorsteps. The woman he saw right after the thing with mom got pregnant from his one night stand and Embry was born. At least that is what the locals say.

My mom was my rock. It was hard to swallow that my tough, brave mother was taken away by a simple heart attack. Thinking back, I never knew what scared her away. She was so brave... I made up my mind. I will find out what terrified my mother so much that she left the only man she ever loved. I'll find out no matter what. And when I find out, I will not leave. I will endure it and might even accept it. I mean It can't be that bad...

Author's note: Has anyone noticed that I do two of these? All well. Anywho, That was chapter 2. Short again I know. But just you wait. It'll be Epic (the story). It will be the epic-est-ness-EVER! Well I know Embry lives with his MOTHER and not his FATHER in the actual Twilight, but by gods I wanted it this way Dx don't judge me. There is so much I can do with this story and I need your opinion... and I need you to motivate me. I am lazy and have a VERY short attention span. Sorry, I know this is putting tons of stress on you, but it'll be worth it. If it isn't, you can poke me with hot sticks. I heard that was all the rage everywhere. :D Sorry for the shortness and lack of motivation. Please keep your love coming this way. I AM your future ruler. If that's okay with you. Just wondering. Anywho. I love you in a weird author/reader type relationship. Please don't break up with me! Dx Blessed be.