Disclaimer: I still do not own any of the Twilight characters.
A/N: Okay, so this time I'll make it better. :D I promise.
Chapter TwoWhen I got home, Shane was waiting in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. I knew he was mad. I didn't tell him where I had gone or anything, for that matter. He stared angrily at me as I walked past him into the house.
"Where have you been?" Shane asked. I stared at him, thinking what to say. I couldn't tell him that Alex, Ben and Ancienne were leaving. It would tear his heart out.
"I went over to Ben's. I had to talk to her." I said sullenly. Shane sighed and picked up an envelope. It was large and there was a logo on the front that I couldn't make out from where I was standing. He opened it and pulled out a sheet of paper that he handed to me. I looked at carefully. It was a bank statement for the sale of our house. My jaw probably dropped to the floor then. I felt as though I wanted to tear it up.
"Emerie, our house is under foreclosure. I can't keep making the payments with the way I get paid from work. Did Ben tell you about Alex getting laid off?" Shane asked with a straight face. I was pretty sure my jaw wasn't attached to my face anymore. Ben had lied to me, or so I thought.
"Ben told me they wanted to go back to New Jersey." I stated.
"No, Emerie, Alex told her he wanted to go back, but he failed to mention to her he lost his job." Shane said quietly. Tears welled in my eyes. We were losing our house, I was losing my only friend, and now we're moving to Washington.
The rest of the day passed by quickly, with lunch and dinner going by in a blur. I stood at the sink, scrubbing the dishes from dinner. I dried my hands on a dishtowel hanging on the rack of our stove and grabbed my mp3 player off the counter. Shane sighed as I walked past him into my room. I grabbed a blanket off my closet shelf and climbed on my bed. I turned the mp3 player on and selected the loudest song I could find. Rain continued to fall outside my window, falling in tiny crystal drops. I shut my eyes.
The next morning, I awoke to bright sunshine, a glare coming in through my window. I got up from my bed and strolled into the living room. Once my eyes adjusted to the room, I noticed boxes that were covering almost every inch of the room. Shane, already dressed, came into the room.
"Well, kiddo, maybe you should start packing your room. There are some extra boxes out in my truck and packing tape on the counter." Shane stated. I walked out to his truck and grabbed the few boxes that were in there. I sighed and looked towards the highway. I thought of the times I've had here, of all the things Ben and I have done over the years. I remember when Ben first moved here, she had been getting made fun of at school by a bully who just didn't like anyone. I came to her rescue, I got suspended for a few weeks, but I came to her rescue. My eyes swelled with tears at the thought. I took the corner on the sleeve of my t-shirt and dabbed at my eyes, hoping for them to get dry before Shane notices. I kept my head down and made a dark curtain with my hair that fell in front of my eyes, marching to my room in silence. I put the boxes down on my bed and set one up, throwing pictures into the box. I began to empty out the drawers of my hutch and my nightstand, throwing the articles into the medium-sized box.
As I was packing my stuff, Shane came in and sat on my bed. I looked at him for a moment and went back to packing.
"I just want you to know, I'm not happy making you do this, but we have to, we would've gotten evicted or something. Aunt Kait promised to help us get a home in La Push, so we're okay there. I think if we move, I'll have a better chance of getting a job, and we won't have to walk to the next town to get food. You know what I'm saying, right?" Shane said. I nodded and went back to packing. I turned toward him a couple minutes later.
"When are we leaving?" I croaked. Shane looked at the ground.
"Next week. Sorry for the late notice." Shane said, apologetically. I smiled and looked hopeful.
"I'm sure we'll do fine, Shane." I said.
"Thanks, Emerie." Shane hugged me tight. For the first time in the past 11 years, I was hopeful for a fresh start.
