A/N: The third chapter...Okay, so this has been done for awhile, but I just couldn't really find an ending. Also, I have only started the next chapter and it will be in Embrys POV. Cause I'm sure everyone will be just a little curious about whats going on in his head by this point.


Chapter Three: Welcome Home

Asha POV

I stood there, awkwardly, as everyone watched me. I could feel my heart beating as I tried to judge all of their reactions.

Sam-the leader of them, I guess-appeared calm and cool with the news except for his eyes widened for just a fraction of a second.

Paul looked as if someone had punched him in the gut, thinking back to the little girl he used to tease.

Jared seemed as if he had just gotten the worst news of his life and he pulled out his cell phone, texting someone wildly-I bet it was that Kim girl he was talking about.

Now I looked at Quil who had taken two steps back and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. He took a few deep breaths before putting his head in his hands. I watched him for one more second, wondering if he would look back up at me. But he didn't. I could see him shaking.

Finally, finally, my eyes turned towards Embry. I expected things to still be the same with him. I'm sure he would have understood why I had to run away. But no, he didn't smile and give me a hug like I was expecting. He was shaking worse than Quil. I was surprised when Rachel pulled me back and wrapped her arms around me as if to protect me. Embry was glaring at me. I opened my mouth to speak, but he stormed out the door, slamming it behind him.

This was when Quil looked up. He looked as if he had just got the saddest news ever. Once more he looked at me before he also stood up-and I was hit with a wave of sadness myself. I watched as he walked out.

Rachel's hold on me turned from protective to comforting.

"What did I do?" I asked stupidly, turning to face her.

"Nothing." She started to say, but she was cut off by a cruel harsh laugh.

It was Jared. "You're honestly saying she didn't do anything? Of course she did something! She left! I'm sorry Rach, but you don't get how much pain they went through."

"I don't get how much pain they went through? I'm her sister!"

"But she was their best friend. They spent weeks making posters and putting them up. They didn't go to school because they had sent out search parties. They waited everyday for her to call one of them saying she was coming back. Jake just assumed she was never coming back, he gave up, you gave up, Rebecca gave up, and even Billy gave up after so long. But not once, never did Embry and Quil give up." Jared said, glaring at me now. "They scraped up money and put ads in the newspaper every year, put it in the news on TV-I'm sure Ayasha seen them. But she never came back. Not until now and she doesn't even want to be here. Do you know how big of a slap that is to their faces? She may be your sister, and you may love her, but she deserves to feel a bit of the pain she caused everyone else." And with that he too walked out of the room, sending one last glare my way, an apologetic look at Rachel and a flinch at Paul, who probably wasn't happy he had talked rudely to his girlfriend

Paul and Sam looked at each other, sharing a look and some unspoken word.

After a moment of this Paul nodded and he too left, following Jared, out the door. I heard it swing and close. Sam looked at me, wondering something, but not asking.

"I should just go." I whispered, looking down.

Sam shook his head. "No, they will cool down. Leaving La Push would just make things worse."

"I wasn't talking about leaving La Push." I said, honestly. "Now that I'm here I may as well stop by and see Dad. See Rach for a bit."

"For a bit?" Rachel exclaimed. "You are staying forever."

I shrug. "We'll see. I highly doubt it. But...we'll see."

She rolled her eyes at me, something she used to do so often. She looked so much like mom when she smiled. The thought surprised me. I flinched and looked away. Those were unwanted thoughts, not to be in my head. It would be hard being here, I could feel it. I was going to head in that direction with my thoughts more and more often. And there would be nothing to do to stop it.

Rachel was pulling at my arm as we walked down the street. She couldn't wait to get me back to the house. To see our father. To show him that his little girl was alive and home. It scared me.

"Will he be mad?" I asked her as we waited outside the door.

She shook her head. "No, of course not. He's going to be so excited."

I nodded, not believing it.

Rachel held my hand and opened the door. She stepped in and called out for Dad. He was sitting in the living room. As I closed my eyes I could hear the TV on, playing some game-football, I think. My hand tightened on Rachel's, she squeezed back reassuringly.

"Rachel?" Dad said. "Are you coming in?"

I had no idea what was going to happen beyond this point. But Rachel dropped my hand and nudged me foreword.

It was now or never.

I took one step and then another, until I was in the living room. I turned around to see Rachel slipping back out the door. Silently I faced dad. He was sitting in a wheelchair, watching the game, not facing me. Tears weld up in my eyes. Since when was he in a wheelchair? What had happened?

Dad kept on watching the TV. "So, are you going to tell me why you ran out of the house like that?" He asked as someone ran across the field on the television to make some sort of score.

I took another step. "Dad?" The word was only a whisper. At first I wasn't sure if he even heard me.

Then he looked up, tears were already in his eyes. I could feel myself about to cry.

"Ayasha."

In the blink of an eye I ran to his arms and cried. He stroked my hair back away from my face, he kissed my forehead and I knew I was home-where I should have been all these years. He held me tightly, scared to let me go. I was thankful that he didn't ask me where I've been, what I've been up to, where I got the piercings and tattoos. I was so thankful for it. I let him hold me tightly, and together we just cried.

It felt like an hour must have gone by when all of a sudden he pulled away from me and looked me right in the eyes. "You're grounded."

I nodded a small smile on my face. "For how long?"

"For as long as you've been gone. Six years."

I knew he wasn't serious, but a frown found its way onto my lips. I wouldn't be here six years. I could feel it. Sooner or later I would leave. But I knew deep down in my heart, that I couldn't stay here forever. I just couldn't.


Okay, so the question for this chapter:

Should Jacob come running back now that his runnaway sister is back?

Personally I want it to be sort of a surprise him to him, and I already figured out how that can happen. But let me now what you think?

And review!