(A/N: I was just about to give up on this story because I felt like if no one was saying anything it wasn't that good so whatever. That is until I logged on and saw what 'Andreagirl1234' said! I LOVE her and she can take the credit for the inspiration and she is the reason I am updating at all, and the songs in this chapter are, 'whiskey lullaby' by brad paisley and 'the house that built me' by Miranda lambert)
disclaimer: I don't own twilight
"what?" I was surprised at there shocked faces, was it something I said?
I heard the loud screech of a chair next to me and looked over to see a shuddering Jared sprinting to the back door towards the woods. What had I done? I looked to Emily, confused and slightly upset. She was looking towards the door as well as the other boys also hurried out like Jared had a minute ago, minus the shaking.
"um…..did I say something wrong?" I asked Emily hesitantly, grabbing her attention quickly as she quickly replied
"NO! no, no, no. you're fine! Sometimes they just need some time?" it was a crappy explanation and we both knew it but I let it slide, I was a guest afterall. She obviously saw my confused expression and tried changing the subject,
" So, um singing. Do you know if your good?" She asked, gesturing to the guitar resting against the wall,
" Oh, um, yeah I like to think so but I don't really sing in front of people. I used to sing for…..uh, my dad he loved it most, my parents loved dancing along. We used to live not far from here before everything happened. I even got to visit when a foster home I went to took a trip to the beach." I said, with a sad smile, Emily gave me a sympathetic look,
"how long had you lived there?" she asked,
" until it all happened, so its been quite a while now" I said, looking down.
"oh. Wow im sorry." She said dipping her head after a moment she spoke again, "Do you want to sing something for me? Im no musician but I have heard it helps emotions." I smiled, lifting my head, how did Emily seem to always know what to say?
"sure, I can sing you the song I sang to the old woman who currently lived there. She was really kind, she saw my guitar and said her son used to play to her and so I had the perfect oppourtunity for I song I had recently learned." Emily smiled at that,
"Can I hear?"
"yeah" I pushed my chair back and walked over to where my guitar sat and quickly pulled it out and opened the little zipper on the front of the case and pulled out some pictures of me and dad, my mom, our old house, our old dog Zade, just stuff from when I was younger. I walked back over to Emily, handing her the pictures, and when I got a questioning glance,
"You'll see." Was all I said, I pulled my chair out a little further so my guitar fit.
I strummed a little first to find my tune, and started,
(A/N: the first is the house that built me, Miranda lambert)
'I know they say, you cant go home again, but I just had to come
back one last time, ma'm I know you don't know me from adam, but
these handprints on the front steps are mine,"
Emily smiled, looking at the first picture, one of me with a disgusted look on my face as my dad was wiping the cement off my hands from where we had all put our hand prints on the walkway to our porch,
'and up those stairs in that little back bedroom is where I did my
homework and learned to play guitar, now I bet you didn't know
that under that live oak my favorite dog is buried in the yard…"
She looked up at me and I smiled and she looked back down and flipped the pictures to see one of me and my old dog, Zade, a golden retriever. I was heartbroken when he passed. I cried and mourned for months, I loved him SO much. He was the brother I never had. My baby.
'Thought if I could touch this place, or feel it, this brokenness inside
me might start healing, out here its like I'm someone else, thought
maybe I could find myself, if I could just come in I swear I'll leave, won't
take nothing but a memory."
Emily flipped once again and there was a picture of me laughing as my dad was putting his army helmet on me, my mom laughing. I remember that that was supposed to be a nice family until my dad and I got bored of posing and messed around. My dad was always like that, care-free with a child-like heart.
'from the house that built me. Mama cut out pictures of houses
for years, from better home to garden magazines. Concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board, Daddy gave life to Mama's dream.'
The next picture was one of me as a baby, sitting in my bouncer seat while my mom painted the walls in the backround, her head twisted back to smile at me. Emily put a hand to her heart at the picture, smiling with watery eyes. And somewhere somehow it must have triggered Sam to feel something, because the back door slowly opened to see the boys, Jared included to walk back into the house, silently looking at me with sad but impressed faces. Sam walked quietly over to Emily, slowly picking up pictures Emily had placed on the table, quickly looking to me for permission, and I nodded back, still singing.
'Thought if I could touch this place, or feel it, this brokenness inside
me might start healing, out here its like I'm someone else, thought
maybe I could find myself, if I could just come in I swear I'll leave, won't
take nothing but a memory, from the house that built me'
I finished the song, smiling through a few tears I had let escape. I felt a hand cover my own, that had lightly fallen off the neck of the guitar. I looked up into chocolate brown eyes that were full of understanding and comfort. He hesitantly gave me a small smile, I returned it, and turned to face Emily. We looked at eachother and after a moment she leaned forward and grabbed my guitar, leaning it quickly against the table, coming back and pulling me into a tight hug. And in that moment of compassion and comfort, for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel so alone.
(A/N: There we go! Thank you again to Andreagirl1234 for being the inspiration and sorry I couldn't fit 'whiskey lullaby' into this one I promise it'll be in the next one! 3)
(preview: a bonfire, a song, and more JaredxKim)