Hello, this is the other half of Beloved Conqueror. I just wanted to say that I am happy that my friend has brought back this story and is allowing me to help her along with it (which happened because of me writing some POVs to spark some inspiration for the story) I know a lot of you like this story and are very glad it is brought back, which we are very happy about also. I just wish that you will like the story even more now that a few more things will be going on.
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Samantha POV
Sitting on the back of my dad's navy blue pickup truck, the sun's bright rays brought a radiant feeling to my copper tone skin. I brush my long, dark brown hair out of my face as I look down at my phone, which was an annoying habit of mine.
My dad, Mr. Robert Point, was sitting inside the truck, listening to the baseball game that was currently being broadcasted on the radio. I could see his matching long, brown hair swing around as he shook his head to the game.
"Don't strike out." He commanded over and over to the baseball players that were probably a thousand miles away from out location.
I laughed at his constant commands, like he was the coach of the team siting in the dugout.
My dad was known as the type of parent that was chill, the one for talking in a controlled environment, and jokes around with their child. I love the fact that he was my dad. He is the one that I run to if things are stressful or just to be around his presence. Between him and my best friend, Adam, my life on La Push has been manageable.
What made my life awful was the cult residing on the reservation. They aren't really a cult, if you ask anyone else on the reservation, but I see a different image in my eyes. They have been terrorizing my life ever since elementary school. Thinking that my life would be full of being friends with all the kids in my grade never happened. Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Quil Ateara V, Jared Cameron, Colin Littlesea, and of course, Jacob Black have been messing with me ever since I could remember.
When I was younger, I was known to be the introverted child. I would stay out on the outskirts of the playground during recess, playing with the animals and climbing trees. To be honest, I still do that at times. The cult would make fun of me for shying away and being 'weird'. They would call me names; throw dirt at me; and anything else that came inside their head that would hurt my feelings. Added on to my family being unstable, my life was a mess.
"Come on!" Dad yelled impatiently to the radio. "You got to be kidding me!"
"It's the last inning, Dad. You can only hope so much."
He used his large, tanned hand to wave away the comment.
"Shouldn't you be out having a life?" He asked, glancing my way.
"You know me Dad. I have no life beyond Adam. And at the moment, he is M.I.A."
As my best friend, Adam is the one that keeps me leveled and even. To most, he is a pale momma's boy who has no back bone; which is kind of true. Recently, he had been fighting the title of "momma's boy". The no back bone is true; I am the one who rescues him when the guys go way too far. Besides all those traits, he is known to be a big flirt. From pick-up lines, hugging, and facial gestures, Adam turns into a different guy when girls are around.
My phone vibrated, signaling that I was receiving a text message.
Why aren't there any cute girls on the reservation?-Adam
You're best friends with one of them. I texted back to him.
You're like my sister. And sorry to hurt your feelings, but that would be like incest.-Adam
"I'm changing teams!" Dad bellowed out.
"Did they lose?"
The answer to my question was dad shaking his head back and forth.
"How are you going to break your loyalty to the team just because they lost?"
"I can because they suck."
I chuckled at his sudden rage at a baseball game.
"The season just started." I reassured him. "They will win some more games later on."
My phone vibrated again.
Are you sure you don't have any cute friends that you have been hiding from me? Girls that like pale, cuddly, highly attractive young men?
Back to back, the two men in my lives are acting desperate.
"Samantha!" My mom crooned, coming out to where dad and I were.
My mom, how do I explain her? To me, she is the definition of a crazy perfectionist. She is the type of parent that wants everything to go her way. Everything has to be perfect. She has to have the perfect dress, the perfect house, the perfect family, and the perfect life. However, it seems like dad and I go against that image of hers. I go against it because I am not the type of girl that dresses in skirts, loves pink, and go crazy when you mention shopping. I wear jeans and t-shirts most the time, hair in a braid, and lack of other girl tendencies.
Her slender frame stood about three feet away from the truck, enough for the both of us to take in her presence. She placed all her weight on to her left hip, and then swiped a piece of her pixie, raven black hair out of her dark brown eyes.
"You need to change."
"Why?" I questioned, jumping off the back of the truck. I landed right in front of her, causing her to throw a look of disgust my way.
"We have new neighbors on the reservation. We have to meet them."
Another thing, my mom loves to know everyone and everything. She was like one of those housewives on TV, whom she idolizes whenever they are on.
"I'll catch the next one." I sighed.
"No, you will come with me." She stated, pulling on my arm. I wanted to call my dad to rescue me, but by the time I could start we were already inside the house.
She pulled me into my medium sized, faded turquoise colored room that had my bed pushed to the corner of the room, TV sitting opposite of the bed, closet next to the TV and a lengthy, burgundy dresser on the wall of the door with a small white desk with random toiletries next to that.
She threw the dress into my face. I grasped onto it before it passed my knees. I was disoriented from fabric hitting me and the hanger close to hanging onto my shirt.
"I want you to put that on."
I look down to the dress that had a royal blue lace top with black elastic connecting to the black skirt bottom. The look of the dress made me want to gag.
"Do not say you're not going to. Just put it on." She ordered walking out of my room. Ordering me around has to be one of her favorite hobbies. Dressing me up in girl attire is also another one of them.
Rushing as fast as I can, just so I can get the experience over with, I put on the dress. I keep my hair in the braid and put on the random ballet flats mom likes to place in my room.
"Perfect." mom smiled, looking at my image from the doorway. I looked to her and she was wearing a halter dress of the same color as mine with an elastic band in the middle of her. We match. Damn it. "Let's hurry, now!"
She grabbed on to my arm and pulled me into the burgundy and beige decorated living room, where dad was waiting for us.
"Why are you doing this?" dad groaned as he glared at mom.
"Do not start this conversation again, Robert." she hissed. But dad went on anyway with the argument without acknowledging her comment.
I have been experiencing this type of interaction between my parents for my whole life. Inside my head, down to the files holding my memories, none holds one where they were happy together. It's like they always find something to debate on. I don't understand why they argue like it's the only thing keeping them alive.
I hate watching them fight because I feel I am the cause of many of every one. However, the one thing I hate more than that is watching my dad getting frustrated. It takes a lot to get that job done, making my mom the hardest worker ever.
In a huff, she stomped up the stairs, ending the fight. Dad was sitting on the beige, worn out couch while burying his face into his hands. How do I make this better?
"Hey dad."
He looked up to me with his stressed eyes and frown lines manifesting on his face.
"I'm going with mom to go meet the new neighbors. We might go to the store afterwards. Do you want me to get you some Oreos? I know they are your favorite." I beamed down to him.
Dad let out a hearty laugh to give me recognition that he was catching on to what I was doing.
"You know me best." He smiled, but I could tell that he was still frustrated from the fighting.
At that moment, mom came back down the stairs with a large woven basket in her hand. She was wiping her face with her hand and straitening her dress to take off the effect that she was just crying.
"I'm leaving now." She muttered from her lips. She was hiding the crack in her voice too.
I gave dad a kiss on his forehead and proceeded to follow mom out to her small, red car. I dislike being alone with my mom. If it wasn't for dad, I wouldn't even try to engage in contact with her. She was my mom, yet I try my best to never be alone with her.
She shoved the basket into my hands before I could make my way around to the passenger's side.
"I want you to hold it during the car ride. Don't want it to fall over, now do we?"
She didn't allow me to answer her; she just entered into the car. The basket had the most random things I have ever seen inside of a basket. It had light bulbs, different types of batteries, an extension cord, cups, forks, spoons, soap, hand towels, a coupon for a case of water, and mints. What goes on in this woman's head?
Mom changed her mind about going straight over to our new neighbor's house and wanted to get them another welcoming present.
"You must always remember to bring food to people's house, Samantha." Mom explained as we entered into the grocery store. "No matter what, someone will appreciate having food being brought to them; even if it tastes terrible. Also, most conversations are held over a meal."
I shook my head in agreement to her adlibbing a lesson of being a nosey, yet neighborly gossip woman. She went on to tell me to look for the perfect, American pie before she was pulled into a gossip session with soccer moms in the store.
"Samantha, darling, make sure it's as fresh as you can get it."
Don't worry mom, if they don't have fresh pies I'll just bake a pie with my traveling pie making kit.
Freedom from her is bliss. Being a teenager and not being able to contribute much to an adult interaction is the best. It gives me the best excuse to scurry away from their parenting tips and couponing world. I go on with my personal store list before I even consider mom's small item.
I looked at the cookie section of the snack aisle and felt the Oreo Company was trying to kill dad with the different variations of the creamed filled cookie.
"Should I go original or spice it up with some double stuffed?" I questioned myself, bending over closer to the cookie.
My body goes stiff from the sound I hear, laughter. Their laughter is the signal that my day was about to go downhill. I can already tell who it is, Embry and Quil. Any sign of the cult in the proximity, my mood does a complete 180. I'm filled with anger and anticipation about what idiotic, immature act they will do to me this time.
I pick up the double stuffed Oreos and headed in the opposite direction of their voices. I just want them to leave me alone for once. Something about the cult, they never listen to anyone, except the ring leader.
In one quick jab, Quil took the cookies right out of my hand before I could react.
"Quil!" I screamed out. Then, Embry pulled up the skirt of my dress as high as he could. I could hear a slight rip come from the action.
Good thing I was smart enough to have shorts on under this. I pushed my skirt back down. I hope no one saw any of this.
"I'm going to kill you two!"
With murder in my eyes, I wished for them to just drop down into a never ending hole. I got Embry falling down on his face when he ran into a display of cereal boxes that was clearly in front of him.
"That'll work."
I took off to where he was and stood over him in triumph. The look on Embry's face made me feel like he was a lost puppy who lost their master, looking dreadfully for a new one. I felt terrible for wishing bad things on him. That feeling only lasted for about a second.
"Dumbass!" I growled as I kicked him in the ribs.
I walked away with a frown on my face. I let them get to me. Usually, I wouldn't even say anything to them. What I just did was way out of my character. I need to get this pie and get this welcoming party over with.
In the bakery section of the store, I saw an employee stocking up pies on the display. I guess those should be fresh. Now, I just have to remember what flavor is the most American when it comes to pie.
I analyzing all the pies, I had to think back to which type of pie is the symbol treat of America. Maybe cherry since George Washington cut down that cherry tree and teachers forced that in my head as a child.
"Uhm…Samantha?"
I turned around to see Embry staring me in the eyes.
"I-I-I just wanted to… uhm… to-"
"You just wanted to throw a pie in my face?"
"NO! I-I just wanted to say sorry." He choked out.
Embry saying sorry to me was a first. I get pranks, insults, and bodily harm before I get any type of apologies from the cult.
I picked up the pie with the farthest expiration date and turned on away on my heels. I cannot deal with Embry giving me a fact apology then doing something else to hurt me.
"Wait." He interjected, pulling by my arm. I scolded his sudden physical contact and he quickly moved his hand. "I wanted to give you this."
He handed me a package of double stuffed Oreos. What is he doing? Is this part of a prank? With a wary look on my face, I took it out of his hands.
"We shouldn't have done that to you. I am sorry."
"You should be."
He did not seem to be phased by my hostile answer that I gave him or the irritated glare I was giving him. The hatred that I have for him goes way back, for years. One little apology will not be enough to put me in a happy mood. Just forget it Samantha. You have other fish to fry.
"Thank you for the Oreos."
He nodded back with a smile on his face, leaving us in a silence. Are we supposed to talk about life or something?
"I'm going now."
Without making any more eye contact with Embry, I walked away from him. I bought the food and rushed to the car, where my mom was still having an ongoing conversation. Even when I was in the car, waiting for my mom to finish, I could feel Embry's eyes following my every move.
I sunk into the seat of the car, rejecting his gaze inside my head. Just at that moment, mom got into the car.
"I will see all of you at the game!" she yelled back to the women. I raised an eyebrow to her. She can't be talking about going to a game like one involving a sport.
"You hate sports."
"It's just a game of soccer. They wanted me to see their boys play. It would be rude of me to say no."
She ignored my shrug and started driving to our new neighbor's house. As I watched the tree as the seemed to be whooshing past us, I thought about living in the forest. It wouldn't be half bad if I did. I basically hang out in the forest now. I have fallen asleep in a tree before. Just a little studying on living the wild life dream and I will be able to make it.
Then again, the cult would come out of nowhere, throw my supplies into the ocean, chop down my tree, and kick me off a cliff. I just know they would since they have been hanging around the forest more often lately. More creeper than that, they sneak around with no shirts on and come out sweaty and out of breath. I can only imagine what activities they like to partake in.
I looked to my mom to notice that she was supposedly having a full conversation with me, without me interacting.
"Once we get there, we have to do a few things before we go in. Shouldn't have rushed before we left because of that little… incident."
We pulled up to a small house with a porch going around the house. It was nice even with the unusual gray color. Compared to other houses on the reservation, this house was close to a mansion.
"Get out now, have to get things together."
Mom pulled me out of the car and forced a pair of black high heels into my hand. They resemble stripper shoes. Am I supposed to be going to the club after this?
I put on the shoes; throwing my flats in the back of the car. Then she sprayed a foreign perfume on to my neck. I was close to doubling over from the scent damaging my throat and sense of smell.
"Now come on." She chimed, pushing the pie into my hands, then towards the front door with the basket in her left hand. "Smile and be polite."
Mom knocked on the door three times with enough force to make us sound like we were part of the sheriff's department. Noticing the truck that was sitting in the driveway, I knew who could be here; Jacob Black and Billy. Please just let it be Billy. I can deal with Billy, the saint that he is. Jake, I cannot tolerate his devilish qualities and being the leader of demons.
A teenaged girl with short dark brown hair and copper toned skin answered the door. However, mom decided to welcome herself in a different way.
"Welcome to La Push!" She basically screamed, pushing the basket of randomness into the girl's hands and making her way into the house. "It's so wonderful to have new neighbors!"
I could feel the devil's presence in the house. I can only think about what eventful things will happen during this welcoming party.