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From Previous Chapter
Joshua did not acknowledge what Jacob had said; he just kept staring. One of the older men I met earlier, I think it was Harold or Harry, noticed the stare.
"Josh, what's the matter?" He questioned.
Joshua just kept staring for a really long time. Finally, he spoke words.
"She looks just like Brenda."
Chapter 4
Everyone in the room was silent. You could hear the announcer from the football game in the background, but no one was listening. All eyes were on Joshua and I. I finally decide enough is enough and I break the silence.
"Who the fuck is Brenda?" I ask. The question seems to break everyone's mini trance.
"She's my wife. Well, ex-wife I guess. We never got a divorce she just left." Joshua answers.
I don't really know how to answer this man. I'm sorry that I remind him of an obvious hard time in his life.
"I'm sorry I remind you of her." I say deciding that it sounded the most polite.
"Don't be sorry, it's just strange. Your eyes are her exact shape and color. They are so grey that they're startling. You also look a little like Sam." He says, sounding like he is talking to himself than me.
"Umm, who is Sam?" I question.
"My son." He replies. "It's strange that we have the same surname as well."
"I guess it is a little weird." I say starting to get a little creeped out by this conversation.
"Who did you say your parents were?" Joshua questions.
"I didn't say." I answer rudely. This whole situation is annoying me. I want to be in Ty's apartment more than ever. Joshua, and everyone else who is listening to the conversation, is looking at me for an answer.
"I don't have any. I'm in the foster care system. I have been my whole life." I tell him.
Suddenly the guy in the wheelchair speaks up, "Well that can't be true. Us Native Americans don't give our children to palefaces."
I'm suddenly angry. I don't want to be here, I never wanted to be here. I don't want to be reminded that no one wanted me. I hate the fact that I was thrown into the system like a dog thrown into the pound.
"Well, obviously one of you did or else I would not have spent my whole life in foster care." I tell him sharply. "Listen, I know what you all are thinking right now, but it is obviously wrong. Joshua and I obviously are not blood related. Wouldn't you have noticed if you had a pregnant relative on this small reservation."
"I'm not thinking that I had a relative that was pregnant." Joshua says before letting out a sigh. "I think my wife was pregnant."
"WHAT? You think I'm your daughter. There is no way—" I start to tell him.
"Josh, what do you mean? You think Brenda was pregnant when she left." Harry or Harold asked cutting me off.
"I don't think she was pregnant," I let out a thankful sigh. "I know she was pregnant."
Wait, what?
"You just let your pregnant wife leave without a second thought about her or your baby?" I ask him disgusted.
"She told me that she had a miscarriage. I did not believe her though. There were no signs of it. One morning I woke up and she was just gone." Joshua says.
"That does not mean I'm your child?" I tell him slowly, so that he understands.
"It's the only reason I can think of." Joshua tells me.
Suddenly all I can see is red.
"LISTEN. YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER. WHAT EVER CRAZY IDEA THAT IS RUNNING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN RIGHT NOW IS WRONG." I scream at him. I am about to run out of the house when I hear Officer Swan.
"Baby, wait."
"What?" I ask him sharply.
"Lets just take a deep breath. I have your file in my car from when you were brought in to the police station. I'm pretty sure a copy of your birth certificate was on the online file that we printed out." Officer Swan says. "Lets just calm down and figure this situation out."
"There is nothing to figure out, Officer Swan." I say. "Besides whether your friend should be sent to a mental institute or not." I add the second part under my breath, but swear I heard a few chuckles in the room.
"Baby. Just sit down." Officer Swan tells me, which makes me stop my pacing around the room. He than leaves to go get my file out of his car.
My heart is thumping really loud and fast. I am pretty sure that everyone in the room can hear it. I don't want to know whether this man is my father or not. Even though I have been trying to deny it, the facts kind of fit. I don't need a father. I don't need a family. DAMN IT. Why did I ever have to come to this place? I should of said no to Officer Swan this morning. Hell, I should have not even tried to steal the money. Officer Swan comes back in with a manila folder. He sets it on the countertop and starts flipping through it. He finally pulls out a white piece of paper.
"Well, I'll be damned. It says right here, mother-Brenda Uley and father- Joshua Uley." Officer Swan says.
The man in the wheelchair turns towards Joshua. "Well…it's a girl." He says.
Everyone in the room laughs: everyone but me.
"You think this is a fucking laughing manner." I say. "You think that my life has been perfect and than suddenly I meet my biological family and it's just going to be better. Well let me tell you something. My. Life. Has. Been. Hell. Do you think it is easy raising yourself? Do you think it is fun sharing a room with up to ten kids? How about going hungry because there is not enough money for food for all of those kids? Oh, and lets not forget the creepy foster dads who hit on you, that shit is fun. Do you think it was fun when I was little and some teacher I did not know had to tell me that the reason I did not have a mom and dad, like everyone else, was because my biological parents decided that they did not want me. You have no idea the kind of pain I have lived through. I don't know any of you, and honestly I don't want to. So, why don't we just pretend we never learned this piece of information and go on with our lives as they were?"
After my mini tantrum I run out of the house wanting to be anywhere but here.
~On My Own~ On My Own~ On My Own~ On My Own~ On My Own~
Paul's POV
I'm running through the forest, but I'm not paying any attention to my surroundings. All I can see are those grey eyes. They were so beautiful; I could stare into them forever. The girl, who the eyes belonged to, was perfect. She had long dark beautiful hair and perfectly tanned skin. Her body was beautiful, a little too thin, but beautiful. She was my imprint. She was mine. I had just left her on the beach, why had I left? I did not even get her name. Oh God, I don't even know her name; what if I never see her again? I have to go. I have to get her to stay on the reservation. How could I get her to stay? Sam! He'll know what to do. I run to the forest behind his house, quickly phasing and putting some shorts on.
"SAM!" I scream as I walk into his house. He comes running out of his bedroom with Emily close behind him. I think I interrupted something by the state of their hair and the way their clothes are thrown on.
"Is it a leach?" He asks me looking nervous.
"NO," I tell him.
"Than what the hell was so important that you had to interrupt us?"
"I imprinted." I say.
"That's great Paul," Emily says.
"On who?" questions Sam.
I look down at the floor. "I don't know…"
My eyes look up from the ground and meet with Sam's. "You didn't get her name?"
I feel ashamed of running from the beach like that. "I kind of just ran off into the woods."
"You did what?" Emily says hitting my head with the wooden spoon she had been using to start to make muffins.
Sam is looking at me with concern, "Who was she with? Did you know them?"
"She was actually with Kim, Jared, Jake, Quil, and Embry."
"Do you think she is friends with them?" Sam asks me.
"I'm not sure," I say. All of sudden I feel anger. It feels like my heart is being stabbed repeatedly. The pull is getting stronger as well.
"I have to go." I tell Sam running out of the house and following the pull. I hear a phone ringing in the distance, probably coming from Sam's house.
I run into the woods and phase quickly. I don't know where I am going, but I just follow where my heart is taking me. I end up at first beach. Why had I felt the need to come here? I search the empty beach and find the reason for the pull. She is sitting on an old log by the water. I phase and start my journey towards her.
"You alright?"
~ON MY OWN~ ON MY OWN~ ON MY OWN~ ON MY OWN~ ON MY OWN~
Baby's POV
"You alright?" I hear someone say close to me. I look up towards where the voice came from; it's the boy that ran into the woods earlier.
"I remember you, from earlier. Why did you leave so quickly?"
"Needed to go for a run," He said. The encounter earlier still seemed weird, but I understand needing to get away from something. I nod at him acknowledging his answer.
"I'm Paul by the way," I hear him say.
"Baby," I reply.
"Seriously," He asks, "What kind of name is that?"
I feel my anger spike. I really need to get control of my temper, but I hate it when people are jerks.
"What kind of name is Paul?" I say harshly.
"No need to get angry," He says, "I was just asking a question."
"Well maybe you should keep your questions to yourself."
"I could." I hear him say with a sigh. "But I don't want to."
"So where are you from?" I hear him say.
"How do you know I'm not from here?"
"The rez is small and I definitely would have remembered you."
"Norwalk." I tell him.
"What brought you to the rez?"
"Officer Swan." I say shortly. Why the fuck does he even care?
"The Forks chief of police?"
"No, the other police officer in Forks with the last name Swan," I say sarcastically.
"Why'd he bring you here."
"I got in some trouble and he's the one responsible for me for the weekend." I hear a distinct rumbling sound in the distance, which brings a smile to my face. I see a motorcycling coming down the street and stopping right in front of the beach.
"As much as I would like to stay and chat," I say. "That's my ride."
"Wait, your leaving? With him?" Paul asks. He seems to be eyeing Ty. I guess you could say Ty is a little threatening looking. He looks like a bad gang banger. From his dark features, due to his Mexican heritage, to the tattoo's covering his arms.
"Yup," I tell him and start to walk towards my only family. As I get closer Ty gets off of his bike and meets me half way. He pulls me into a hug and I automatically feel safe. We stay that way for about a minute before I ask if we can leave.
"Sure," He says. " Where are your clothes though?"
"Fuck, I left them at that stupid house." I tell him. I hadn't even noticed that I was still in the bikini with the thin shirt over it. "Can we pick them up before we go?"
"Of course." He tells me.
After I give him the directions to Jacob's house, we both hope on the bike and I hold him close. Then we are flying on the road. I love the feeling of being on a bike. It is exhilarating and fun, so much better than a car.
As we pull up to the little red house I notice that there is yet another car at the house. This one is a Suburban and it's parked right next to the navy blue truck. I hop off the bike and grab Ty's hand. I had filled him in on what had happened when I called him as I was walking, well more like running, to the beach. He knows I need him right now, even if it is just for comfort.
"Here goes nothing." I say to him. He gives my hand a squeeze of encouragement. No one really knows the real Ty. They just see his exterior; the scary gang banger. I am the only one who he has truly opened up to. When he looks at me I see the true Ty. His eyes change, they sort of darken and become void of emotion, when he looks at someone else.
We slowly walk up the steps to the front door. I see that they door is still open so I decide not to knock and to walk back in.
"Look who's back," says Jacob's Dad. "Who's that with you?"
"This is my friend Ty," I say. "I forgot my clothes and I need to get to work."
I grab my pants and shirt off the ground and realize I don't have my uniform shirt. Screw it; I just hope I don't get written up. I am about to walk to the bathroom to change when I hear Ty speak up.
"Baby, you left this one at my place." He says throwing me one of my uniform shirts. I hear a growl from across the room. I turn and see that the noise came from a man I had not even met yet. This guy reeked authority.
"Did you just fucking growl at him?" I question him. Our eyes meet and we stare into each other's eyes, neither backing down. It was like the ultimate stare contest.
"Baby, this is your brother; Sam." Joshua says. I think my anger hit an all time high at this point.
"He is NOT my brother. You are NOT my father. We are NOT a family. How long is it going to take for you to understand that?" I scream at him before I walk into the bathroom to change my clothes. I mean who the fuck does he think he is? Coming into my life, claiming he's my father and that I have a family. I don't have a family and I don't need one, I have been on my own my whole life and that is not going to stop. I finish getting dressed and walk out I put the clothes on the counter and thank Kim for letting me borrow them.
"I'll be back at your house by eleven, Officer Swan" I tell him. He nods telling me that that's all right.
I walk out the door without another glance in anyone's direction pulling Ty behind me.
"Are you okay?" He asks me once we reach his bike.
"I will be when we get out of here." I tell him.
We hop on his bike and speed out of La Push and far away from all my problems.
7 hours later
Ty is driving me back to Officer Swan's house. I just want Monday to come so that they can find me another home far away from these people. I never thought I'd see the day that I would actually want to see my social worker, but the day has arrived. The weird thing about this whole situation is that I feel some sort of push towards the reservation. I can't get that guy out of my head either, Paul. There is something about him that draws me in. This whole situation has just screwed me up even more. When Ty pulls up to the house I see the blue truck in Officer Swan's driveway.
"Are you going to be okay?" Ty asks me.
"I'll be fine." I hesitantly.
"Do you want me to go in with you?"
"No, you have work tonight." Ty does not tell me about the work he does and I don't ask. It's better that I don't know what he does or else I would just worry more.
"Call me, alright?" Ty says.
"Of course." I say as I walk up the paved pathway to the Swan's front door.
As soon as I walk in I here yelling.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN YOUNG LADY? YOU JUST RUN OFF ON SOME TATOOED FREAK'S MOTORCYCLE! MOTORCYCLE, REALLY? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED—" Joshua yells at me.
"YOUR NOT MY FATHER. WE ARE NOT FAMILY. THAT 'TATOOED FREAK' IS MY ONLY FAMILY." I scream back at him.
The next thing I know Sam, who was sitting next to Joshua, starts shaking. It looked like he was about to have a seizure. His shaking frightens me. I back up and hit my arm on the door hinge. It cuts me and I start bleeding. Than all I see is black.
Hey guys. So I am thinking about switching this story from T to M. Would you guys like to see some M themes or should I just keep it T? I would really like to hear your guy's opinions. Thanks. Oh, and please review.