Hello all! I hope you all have been doing well. I know it's been absolutely unbearable that
I haven't updated soon enough. I'm sorry, I've just finished relocating from San Diego to
Las Vegas. Well, I'm just sitting on my bed currently bumping some Jojo off of Pandora.
Here is the newest chapter of Saving Parrish: A Paul Imprint Love Story! Oh, Just to
inform you all this chapter will partially be in Paul's P.O.V. since he has now imprinted
on Anastasia and the other part will of course be in Anastasia's.
Enjoy kiddles!
-Paul's Point. Of. View (POV)-
It had been a week after I had met Anastasia Parrish and I couldn't stop contemplating what
had happened between Anastasia Parrish and myself..So here I was, laying on my couch with
my dogs and puppies sleeping on the floor beside me. I had imprinted. I didn't know what to
think, honestly. I know that all the other guys who'd imprinted were stoked, they'd fallen into
the "true love and happy ending" crap. But those guys, a lot of them know how to handle issues
especially with the opposite sex because they had healthy relationships with their parents and
they didn't really come from a broken home like I did. Sure they've all gone through tragedies,
but I know none of them had gone through what I did.
After my father left when I was six my mother became a heavy drinker. She was
verbally abusive and sometime on rareoccasion she was physically abusive. I remember
enduring it for seven years everyday I came home from school, first she would talk about how
it was my fault my father left , then she would call me terrible names a child should never be
called, then when she was finished insulting me she would start throwing things, when she ran
out of things to throw she would punch, kick, slap and push me. When she was done beating
the crap out of me I was allowed to do my homework, and then she left me alone for the
evening. Once she was asleep I would sneak out of my room to go downstairs and get food and
drinks. I know the neighbors heard, and they knew I knew. But they never called for help, no
one ever rescued me. Then when I was about twelve, turning thirteen something happened. I
got really sick. I got a high fever, my moods were terrible. People thought it was hormones and
a cold. But they were wrong. One day I woke up and I was a hulking mass of muscle! That's
when I met Sam Uley. He explained to me what was going on with my body. He told me that I
was a protector of the Quileute people. He explained what I was a protector from. Suddenly I
wasn't scared to go home anymore. I became this to protect people, and in order to protect
others I needed to learn how to protect myself.
So I went home that night and when my mother raised her hand to hit me I grabbed her
real mother, that she hadn't been a real mother in seven years. I explained that my father left
because he didn't love us anymore. He didn't want us anymore and we had to let him go. It was
time. I promised her that if she became my real mother again I would protect her and make sure
no man would ever hurt her heart ever again, I promised that I would never leave her. I
explained that it was going to be hard to sober up, but I would be there with her. I said that I
loved her even though she tortured me for seven years straight. Then I got quiet and waited for
my mother to soak in all that I had said. She had sobbed uncontrollably the whole night
apologizing repeatedly for what she had become and what she had done to me.
That night was the last night my mother had ever raised her hand to me again, and it was the
last night she drank alcohol.
As my mother and I slowly began stitching back our relationship,
we had decided a few years later we wanted to move to a large farmhouse within La Push so
we could have a boarding and training kennel. My mom was the local vet, and it was her
dream to have a boarding and training kennel. Ever since then business has been great. My
mother gave me the front house and she got the separate guest house out back. Every Sunday
we have dinner together to spend some quality time together and talk about our week.
Today was Sunday evening it was around 5:30, so I wasn't expecting any business calls or any
guests. But when I heard a car drive up the gravel towards my house I felt surprised. Usually
people wait till the week to drop off their dog. I walked towards the front door and stepped out
onto my front porch. I was floored. Right out front of my house walking towards me was my
imprint .
I don't know how she knew where I lived, but honestly I didn't care. I hadn't seen her
in a week and she had never called me so I was upset about that. Okay, upset is an
understatement I was pretty damn torn up about it, the pack was getting restless as to why she
hadn't made contact with me yet or I her. They knew we had imprinted, so why were we taking
so long. I knew that she felt it too when I saw the way she reacted repeatedly when we stared at
each other. Maybe she just needed time.
Anastasia's Point Of View (P.O.V)
For some stupid reason after a week of never getting up the nerve to call Paul something
exploded in me. I don't know why or what but it did. So instead of doing the normal thing and calling
him like he SUGGESTED I do, I went to his house. How did I get his address? I used my
teaching resources and called Emily and asked! I was shocked at myself.
I had calmly explained to Emily that I had met Paul when he picked Layla up from school and I
had asked him if I could by one of his puppies and he had agreed and had given me his number.
But I had told her that I lost his number (LIE! I had it in my hand crumpled up) so I figured I
may as well just go to his house to speak to him in person, and Emily being the wonderful
person she is, zealously agreed with me and gave me his address swiftly.
So now, here I was getting out of my SUV and walking towards Paul Lahote as he is watching
me on his front porch. I was beyond nervous. What if he could tell I was lying about losing his
number if he asks. What if he thinks I'm creepy for showing up at his house randomly! Oh
Lord! As I was nearing the bottom step I looked up at Paul. His demeanor gave away nothing!
Not a smile so I knew I was welcome, not a frown so I knew I was intruding. He was
completely impassive! As I was walking up the second step he reached his hand out to me. I
looked at it and took it hesitantly. As he helped he up the stairs I smiled up at him. He smiled
down at me as well and again, just like our first meeting I was left breathless. As I took the last
step up and stood in front of him, he cleared his throat and I realized we were staring. I felt
myself blush.
"Hi" I told him quietly as I looked at him.
He chuckled. "Hello Anastasia." He replied
"I'm sorry about just randomly showing up here unannounced. It's just that I lost your number so I asked Emily for it but she and I came to the conclusion that it would be better if we talked in person….So she gave me your address." I explained hoping he would understand.
I heard him laughing for a few seconds then he cleared his throat. "Really, It's fine Anastasia. Don't worry I don't mind." He said with a grin.
I breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good! Because I don't want you thinking I'm some crazy lady who stalks guy I think are attractive." I told him.
He smiled down at me and raised an eyebrow. "Oh you think I'm attractive?" He asked.
I could tell he was teasing and I wasn't about to let that deter me so I raised both my eyebrows to one up him and said, "Maybe, so what if I do?" I told him confidently.
He laughed heartily and smiled at me. "Y'know. You're something else Miss Parrish. Most women after being asked that would have blushed and nodded or even avoided the question but you straight out challenged me with your bluntness!" He said.
I smiled up at him. "What can I say I'm a different type of woman?" I said.
He nodded. "I can believe that" he said while he looked intensely into my eyes.
Damn this man and his breathtaking ability!
I cleared my throat. "Anyways, um about your puppies for sale?" I asked. Trying to change the topic.
He nodded. "Yeah, their inside, come on in." He said as he opened the door for me.
I thanked him and stepped in while he followed.
The inside of the threshold was warm and inviting. There was a hallway and off to the
immediate left was his kitchen with a large island in the middle and in the far right corner of
the kitchen was a little bar then past the kitchen was a living room. His living room was a
typical man cave. A big ass flat screen TV, a huge surround sound system and a Ps3 on a shelf
above the TV, a hand me down couch and recliner and a scratched up coffee table. Farther
down the hallway when you enter the house on your right are two bedrooms (One is a master
bedroom) then a bathroom past the second bedroom. Past the living room is a deck that leads to
the rest of the Kennel. Paul led me into the living room where the puppies were. He gestured
for me to sit. The puppies were laying with their mother sleeping.
I was observing the puppies looking at each ones coat. There was one puppy who was lighter then his brothers and sisters. It was a light grey/ silver and dark grey mix I wanted that one.
"Hmmmmm what are these dogs mixed with" I thought to myself.
I looked at Paul. "So what are they mixed with?" I asked him.
He smiled at me and leaned down to pet one of the puppies.
"You tell me. It's pretty obvious isn't it?" He asked.
I looked at the puppies again. It was pretty obvious, I laughed at my own blonde moment and smiled at him.
"They're German Shepherd and Husky mix right?" I asked.
He nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, they are you're quick." He said.
I nodded. "Can I get the light grey one please?" I asked him.
He looked down at it and grinned then looked up at me and laughed. "You sure you want that one? He's a bit of a handful, has a temper and is stubborn as all hell." He said.
I grinned. "Yeah don't worry, I'm sure I can handle him. I can be a stubborn ass too" I told him.
"All right well here you go." He said as he handed me the puppy, he gestured for me to wait a
moment as he went into another room and got a cage and some food and dishes for him.
He came back and took the puppy from me and put him in the cage. Then he put the dishes and
food into a bag so I could put it in the car.
After we walked back out and put everything into the car (including the puppy) we stood in
front of my SUV. I reached into my purse and I grabbed my wallet out.
"How much do I owe you Paul?" I asked him
He laughed heartily and shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. I gave him to you, along with the food and bowls." He said
"No Paul, I have to give you something, how much do you want?" I asked, hoping I could give him something, I'm not a freeloader damnit and I was adamant on showing him that.
Paul looked at me. He smirked and raised his eyebrow. "How about instead of you giving me money, you take me on a date? That way I get a date with you and you get a date with me and on top of that you won't feel like you owe me anything….and you can't say no because not only do you find me attractive but you don't want me thinking you're a freeloader." He said with a knowing smile.
I was shocked at his bluntness! But I was just as blunt earlier with my statement saying he was attractive! I laughed and smiled. I nodded slowly. "Okay Paul, you win. I'll go on a date with you. But that doesn't include any funny business. No sex, I'm not that type of woman." I told him.
He smiled and nodded. "I know you're not Anastasia, I wasn't making assumptions." He said.
"Okay well, let me give you my number and later on in the week we can settle when a good day for both of us is." I said as I grabbed a pen and notepad from my purse and wrote down my number.
I handed it to him. Kissed his cheek and he walked to my door and opened it. I got inside and
he shut it for me. Then I started my car and drove off. I looked into my rearview mirror to see
Paul running up his stairs and yelling. I smiled and drove home with my new puppy.