hey, this is the next chapter. I'm posting every saturday :) please review and enjoy! (disclaimer: I do not own twilight or anything related to it)

-Emma


2

Suffocation

I stared at the five men in front of me, eyes wide as marbles and my mouth hanging slightly open. If my shocked expression wasn't enough to make them realize that I was, in fact, terrified I don't know what would have. I was afraid and with good reason! The Men were freaking huge! It was as if they were built with muscle, they were tall, had black cropped hair and were only wearing a pair of cut offs. Any sane person would have reacted like me, I'm sure of it. I stepped backwards, ignoring the sniggers that came from their direction and turned rapidly around when my back hit something hard.

"Hey, stop standing there like idiots and represent yourself!" Sam said placing his hands on my shoulder and leading me slightly forward making me realize that I had bumped into him. I immediately cringed at his touch and he let go so fast that I wondered if they had ever been there. "Oh yeah, of course…" the guy in the middle mumbled before he stuck out his huge hand motioning for me to take it. I swallowed hard and stared at the hand with wide eyes, if he hadn't gotten the message this shit was scaring me. My instincts told me to get the fuck out of there, but they were Sam's friends so they couldn't be that bad. "I'm Jacob Black, but you can call me Jake", he said grinning like a moron. When my eyes locked with his my instinct finally relaxed and I knew for certain that he was not going to hurt me. "Hi, I'm Melanie Boston," I waved my hand again, and felt the awkwardness invade the room. I would have to get a new way to greet with people.

Jake reminded me of a puppy, he had the typical puppy eyes and strong jaw. He was cute. I was very aware of the next guy that came forward to greet with me, he was slightly shorter than the others and had a childish grin on his face. "I'm Seth Clearwater," he was still grinning when he waved his and I nodded giving him a smile in return. Next to him stood a guy named Quil Ateara who was clearly unsure of how to act. He didn't take my hand and was very careful not to seem scary, I almost laughed at that. Then there was the last guy.

"And I'm Embry Call, it's nice meeting you Mel," he said almost rushed and quickly grabbed my hand in a forceful grip. My eyes went right up to his and I found the same comforting spark Jake had had in them, but it didn't help. It was too much and his hand was scorching hot. I yelped out in surprise and dragged my hand away from his as fast as I could, silently begging for him to let it go. I could feel the uneasiness creep into my body, swallowing the little part of me that was enjoying the encounter and gulped. Embry stared at me with confused eyes before he let go mumbling a silent apology before I excused myself and asked Sam if he could show me to my room.


I was sitting on the bed inside my new room, my luggage lying on the floor next to it and my backpack sitting between my hands. The walls were painted in a light blue color, and there was nothing on them. Yes, this was my new room. I would have to get used to it, being in my own room, with my own things… God this was going to be hard. First I made a complete fool of myself with my strange behavior and then I couldn't even stay to meet and greet with the people my half brother clearly wanted me to meet. His fiancé even made me muffins! It was almost painful to leave the room with her eyes staring at me in bewilderment.

I sighed loudly and buried my face in my hands. I didn't fit in here, even my skin tone was wrong… they were russet and beautiful and I was pale and had green freaking eyes, nothing that would be different in a town where everything was green. After lying in my own misery for a couple of more seconds I decided to take out my little black book, there would have to something encouraging in there.

For the last four years I had been carrying with me a small book where I wrote down my favorite quotes as I found out about them. Whenever I felt sad, or crushed I just had to find the book and in there someone's words would somehow make me happier. When I found one I liked I read it out loud in a whisper: "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on." it was a quote written by Robert Frost and somehow it always made me want to try. It always made me realize that there was no need to be afraid because life goes on and I would do fine.

Walking out of my room then wasn't so hard, and I quickly found a place on the dark brown couch in the corner of the living room when I realized that everyone was in the kitchen. I observed them silently, taking in their features, the way they acted, and what they said. The boys were throwing themselves over the muffins Emily had made, it looked disgusting, and they barely talked between the mouthfuls of food, but I managed to pick up a few sentences.

"Did something happen to her?" Jacob asked looking intently at Sam who shook his head. "Not that I know of," he seemed confused, but I would have been confused in his situation too. I refused to touch anyone, felt fear around his friends, co workers or whatever the heck they were, and went straight to my room whenever it got crowded. And the most important fact that would make anyone suspicious; I came from foster-homes. No one ever knew what happened to us and most of the time they never would. I was lucky though; no one had ever hurt me or been mean to me, not really.

Watching them eat together, laugh at each other and smile… it was just like watching any other family. I used to do that sometimes, watch over the foster families from the door before I entered the room they were in, I liked seeing how they really were and how they were with me. But this family was permanent and I had to remind myself of that when I stood up to grab a muffin.

"Jake, care to share?" I asked a little playfully with a smile on my face. Jacob was holding three muffins in his hands and was in that very moment inhaling one of them. He stopped still in his eating and stared at me for a quick second, surprise written all over his face, before he quickly swallowed what he had in his mouth and handed me a muffin. "Yeah, sure," he smiled. I gave him an approving nod and was about to say something else when I was interrupted. "So Mel, what do you think about La Push so far?" Embry asked and stepped a little closer to me, I wondered if it was a way to see where my boundaries were. He was smiling and seemed absolutely content pretending that I hadn't freaked out. I shrugged, "it's super green, but it rains so I can't hate the place,"

Just as I answered they all moved towards the couch, taking their places. "You like rain?" he asked surprised and his eyebrows shot up. I sat down next to him on the brown couch and took a small bite of my muffin. "Yeah, rain is… rain is just wonderful," I stated, content with my answer and looked at him. In fact, I looked at all of them. They were beautiful, and not to mention hot. If I had been someone else I would have been working my charms on them, but I wasn't someone else and I didn't even know how they were. "Hey, how old are you all?" I asked the boys as a sudden reminder that I didn't know and felt a crease form on my forehead. Jake smirked and stifled a laugh while Seth who was sitting on a chair in the room answered. "I'm fifteen, and Jake Quil and Embry are seventeen." I laughed then, realizing that they were most likely kidding. "Yeah, and I'm the queen of England!"

It didn't take long for me to realize how honest they were. "No, really, they don't use any steroids," I heard from Emily while a comforting spark swam in her eyes. It was a shock to say the least, but they were in fact my age I was even two years older than Seth!


We talked for maybe an hour and I got to know Emily a little better. She was nice, liked cooking and loved everything with a pulse… which did kind of scare me a little. She seemed so motherly and she was only 21 years old! She had a life to live and she chose to make food for young hot guys. Which brings me to Embry, I got to know him the best of all the guys. From what I learned about him he seemed like a really nice guy. And I was perfectly fine with the day so far, no one had freaked me out more than necessary and nothing special had happened, so when I noticed the fact that two more huge guys walked through the door, I almost had a heart attack. Or I wouldn't say walk… rather stormed into the room like no tomorrow.

"I almost fucking had him, Sam, I swear to God!" I heard a loud, deep voice yell and almost peed my pants in surprise. "Paul, relax there's someone here!" I watched the two guys stormed into the living room, one shaking slightly making his defined chest move and his muscles tighten and the other standing next to him with his hand on his shoulder. I cringed as the guy who must have been Paul scanned the room for me, and gripped the couch when he found me.

"Paul! Calm down or get out!"Sam's loud voice boomed through the room, but Paul had his eyes on me with such intense rage that I had to look away. The feeling of being possessed overwhelmed me and I realized just then that I couldn't look away from his terrifying eyes. They were deep and brown, and I could sense the mere confusing lying behind his anger. "Are you done staring at me yet?" I suddenly asked with a confident voice and I felt my cockiness come back. This was who I was, a confident girl who could make any guy cringe just by opening her mouth and in a way I was happy that it came back when it did. It made him drop out of his trance. The second this guy looked away from me, he stormed out of the house almost breaking the door on his way out.

"What the fuck just happened?"


Apparently Paul Lahote, the guy that had been staring at me, had anger issues and needed to go out to calm down. Apparently he had forgotten that Sam was bringing his sister home with him and apparently he wasn't such a bad guy. All of which I did not believe, not one bit.

I was yet again sitting in my room, music blasting in my ears, looking at the wall on the opposite side. I was thinking about Paul Lahote. He had been staring at me in a very infuriating way, almost bringing back all the anger I had hoarded through my short seventeen years of life. He had been staring at me as if I was the devil's reincarnation trying to take him with me to eternity. He had been staring at me as if he wanted to see me again and that confused me. Especially since I had him on my mind now… I had never been able to let things like that go, not once in my life had I just pretended like nothing had happened and so this was very annoying for me.

I groaned loudly when I heard the familiar sound of an empty stomach searching for food. It was nearly 8 PM and I was yet again hungry for food. Emily had made dinner, but at the time I hadn't wanted to eat at all. "Why do I never bring snacks…" I muttered to myself and let myself fall down on the bed I was sitting on.

Being in Sam's house was strange, I felt like I had to lie about who I was… I felt like someone else. They didn't know that I usually talked back if someone annoyed me. They didn't know why I had trouble when it came to physical contact with others! Which by the way was not a big deal… I had made myself a promise many years ago not to get attached to anyone, and being close to them was one of the things that I knew made people attached. So I stopped touching them and never felt safe around others, that's why I needed space, that's why I had problems with it. Just the simplest handshake made me feel attacked and unsafe! And it sucked.

"Melanie, we're having a little gathering for supper, would you like to come?" I looked up at Emily's smiling form. She was standing in the doorway motioning for me to come with, pleading with her eyes and I nodded. If I wanted to live here for the next year I would have to make an effort. "Yeah, I would like that," I tried smiling and walked into the living room with her. The second I entered the room I felt eyes following me, but I tried to ignore it. They would have to stop being surprised by my presence.

I noted the fact that Paul and the other guy that had stormed into the house earlier where there too, both watching me with careful eyes. I sent Paul a glare that told him to fuck off as he hadn't even apologized for his childish behavior and sat down nest to Embry on the couch. He didn't seem to mind my presence. "Paul, Jared this is Melanie, Melanie this is Paul and Jared, "Embry said and motioned for each guy. I could feel Paul's stare on me from across the room and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Hi", I said and smirked as surprise contoured his face. Jared gave me a smile and said hi while Paul kept his eyes on mine. They were filling with anger slowly but surely, and I was tempted to look away.

I didn't have to though. After only a couple of seconds Paul stood up and rushed out of the house, just like he did last time.

"Seriously, what the FUCK is his problem!"