AN: I do not own the vampires or the wolf pack (though, I wish I did). Sadly, they belong to Stephanie Meyer.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while.
This is a bit of a spin-off from the last chapter ("Genitalia") of yay4shanghai's A Fun and Easy Way to Go Down a Dress Size. If you haven't read it or it's accompanying story Enough With the Gravity Moving Already, you need to! And I am very fortunate that she reads all of my stuff before I publish. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!
I do, however, own a "Seth Clearwater: Braver than you since 1992" button.
This is my first FanFiction story, so please review and be gentle!
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Chapter 1: "Those Girls"
Trisha's POV
Talking so whimsically about imprinting makes me sound like one of "those girls." "Those girls" that cannot survive without a man by her side, that dreams of the day she can greet her husband at the door, martini in hand, dinner on the table, and pearls around her neck. Or "those girls" that want nothing out of life but to pop out a few kids, content to drive the school carpool and arrange their lives around piano lessons and Girl Scout meetings. Even at the age of 13, I know I am not one of "those girls!"
Not that I don't want those things, because I do. I want to eventually be a good wife and mother. In my mind, though, imprinting wasn't just about creating baby wolves. It was about finding your equal, the one made just for you, willing to live for you and help you do whatever to make your dreams a reality.
Now, as a 13-year old girl, I have a lot of dreams! Not silly ones either. I don't sit around all day and practice writing my name combined with the latest teen heartthrob's in my notebook. No, I am so not one of "those girls." Dammit, I am Trisha freakin' Wise, daughter of Paul and Rachel Black Wise, niece of the Alpha and biggest bad ass on the planet, Jacob Black and his wife, the sparkilicious Renessmee Cullen Black. I am the granddaughter of the wisest man I know, Billy Black, and great-great granddaughter of the chief, Ephraim Black. My dreams lie in them, in my past, in my blood.
My dreams come from years of watching strong women take control and, even though their husbands, sons, and boyfriends had no idea how they did it, they could swing an argument in their favor, simply by a look. Even as housewives and mother, martinis and pearls were the farthest things from their minds. They were the life-givers, without whom the pack could not have survived. Those women, those imprintees, or wolf-girls, as the call themselves, had their equals chosen for them by the universe but went on to prove their value and worth was more than just sex and reproduction. (As my mom has always said, "Hun, you are worth so much more than what's between your legs.") But if the universe had chosen HIM as my equal, what does that say the universe thinks of me?
My family has always taught me that to honor the past we must create a better future, and my dream, my way of creating a better future, as cheesy as it may be, is to become a teacher, to pass on all the pride and love I had to the younger Quileutes . After that, I had every intention of being Ethan's wife, his equal, and the mother of his children. Well, that dream was pretty well fucked now!
Before tonight, other than Ethan, the most important man in my life was my dad, the loud, tough, and according to Uncle Jake, sometimes pain in the ass, Paul Wise. I had him wrapped around my little finger. I knew it, he knew it, and neither of us cared a bit. All I used to have to do was look at him with my big doe eyes, stick out my pouty lip, and say, "please, Daddy," and he would give in to anything I demanded. He had raised me never to be one of "those girls." And one of the things that hurt so much about tonight was knowing his "Shit" and Jared's "Shit" were for two completely different reasons. I knew my dad had hated the thought of someone imprinting on me. But I also knew he worried everyday that that person might be Ethan. Dad's "Shit" was almost a "Shit" of relief or maybe even pride at the thought that his daughter might be the next "Alpha wife." Even before tonight's imprint uproar, my dad and I's relationship was becoming more and more strained. Most all of that stemmed from one person, the person he feared I would choose over him, the person slowly making me resent him, the person my dad knew I loved with every inch of my being, my best friend, my true soulmate: Ethan Wahalla. For him, I would become anything, even one of "those girls."
But Ethan wasn't here right now, and instead of being the strong, "never-let-'em-see-you-cry" girl I was raised to be, I lay on the Uley's den floor, curled in a ball, sobbing, screaming Ethan's name, while the rest of the room remains at a standstill. My mom (officially, now my hero) broke the silence, "Paul, get her the hell out of here!"
As my dad slowly began to cradle me in his warm, loving arms, I looked up into HIS eyes, now also veiled in tears (though I'm not sure if they were tears of joy, disappointment, or fear, knowing when Ethan found out what had happened, there would be hell to pay). HE started to move towards me, to say something, but I cut him off. I tried to search in my mind for the most hurtful thing I had ever heard anyone say, and as much as I wanted to crush him, something, whether that be the imprint or just my better nature, only allowed me to whisper harshly, "No, no, no, it's not supposed to be you."
I buried my head into my dad's chest, holding on to him for dear life, like I used to do when I would wake up from a nightmare or when I'd come home from school after hours of putting up with the wolf-boys making fun of me. As he lowered me into the car, I tightly closed my eyes, thinking to myself, "Maybe, any minute, I'll wake up and this will have all been a big joke." He shut the door and I listened to the cacophony of voices outside the car. The wolf-girls voices tainted with all emotions, from excitement (Leticia squealing) to worry (Kim crying, begging Jared to find Ethan) to anger (Emily asking my mom why in the world I would scream like that).
"Jared, where the hell do you think you're going?" I knew that voice. That was Sam or, as Aunt Nessie liked to call him, "the other Alpha."
"Where do you think I'm going? I'm going to find my son. He needs to hear about this from me. Or would you rather have David go try to find him?" And that, that voice was the voice of my supposed-to-be future father-in-law, Jared. I smiled at his curt tone, and relished at the thought of Ethan beating the living shit out of my imprinter, Sam's oldest son, David Uley. It would never happen, though. While Ethan may have been the brains, David was definitely the brawn, and a fair fight, it would not be.
The next voice I heard before we could escape was deep and quiet, almost like a whisper. "Would it be okay if I came over later? To make sure she's okay."
I heard my mom sigh, "I don't know if that's such a good idea."
"No, it's a great idea. Give us time to get her home and settled, then you and your dad come by. Don't worry, David. We'll get this straightened out." Damn my father! How dare he?! Of course, he had already started planning the wedding and naming our children.
I heard mom grunt as she slumped into the passenger's seat, while dad walked around to the driver's side.
"Mom?" I said, softly.
"Yes, pumpkin?"
"This isn't going to be okay, is it?"
"Everything will work itself out." That was my mom's answer for any question whose answer she knew would only break my heart.
Her answer was the only confirmation I needed to know that this was only the beginning. This was going to be the toughest thing I would ever face in my life. "Those girls" would never have to deal with anything like this. And the romantic, fairy-tale notion of imprinting I had once had, left with my dreams.
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*NEXT CHAPTER: "Why It Should Have Been Ethan"
