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Chapter 3

The next few weeks went faster than I could have ever possibly imagined that they would. Between the crazy, last minute, intense wedding preperations, mine and Selena's graduation, the bachorlette party and everything else in between, leading up to today-The wedding- I felt as though these last two months had been nothing but a very crazy dream.

The wedding had been amazing and beautiful and perfect, My Aunt Rosa had been the one to walk my sister down the isle and when I had met my sisters eyes as she walked down the isle my own had filled with tears, we had both wanted our parents to be at our weddings,if we ever did get married, but that would never happen.

But that sad thought only lasted for a minute, for both me and her I could tell, as when her gaze left mine and met Eli's, shining with nothing but love, everything else, everybody else, was forgotten. I had cried more than I expected to during the wedding, and after at the reception when I was giving my speech to the bride and groom I had managed to embarrass myself by starting to cry then too.

Now, here I was, dancing with my new brother-in-law. He twirled me around once before dipping me and I laughed as he lifted me so I was once again upright. "So...finally huh." I said to him and his eyes shone even brighter than they already were, if possible. "Yes, and God, it's just amazing. Her being my wife, it's even better than I thought it would be." He admitted.

"You know," I started seriously, "I remember back years ago when Alicia was just fourteen and she came home from school, calling me and my mom to tell her about this guy, the really, really cute one, the older guy who stuck up for. I remember then that she swore she would do everything to avoid you-" I laughed. "and now here we are."

He laughed to, the sound joyful. "Yeah, here we are."

I sighed. It was two days after the wedding now, July the third, to be exact and today was the day that I was heading down to La Push to visit my grandmother for the summer. Eli and my sister had already left for Europe, on the night of the wedding, and me and Nickolette and Cecilia had been staying with my Aunt Carmen since then.

Currently though, I was standing outside of Aunt Rosa's house as Nickolette clutched on tightly to my waist. "But I don't want you to go Aunt Lucy!" She said looking at me sadly. I had already said goodby to everyone else and Nickolette was the only one stopping me from going. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled. "Nickole, honey, don't worry, I promise to visit." She looked up at me, estimating if I was telling the truth or not."Promise." She asked.

"Promise."

After Nicolette had let me go I left for La Push, driving my 2004 Nissan 350Z Roadster convertible. It was grey in color and gorgous. Never in my life would I have thought that I would drive a car like this but two years ago on my sixteenth birthday Eli and Alicia had given it to me as a present. I knew that they would have gotten me a brand new one to if it hadn't been for the fact that I would have never taken something that expensive, they barely got me to take this one, in the end though I did.

I drove with the top down and the wind blowing in my face. The drive itself was quiet, the sound of the radio as my only company on the trip. I made it from Seattle to La Push in only a few hours, something that I was happy with. The reservation itself was tiny, really tiny. At least compared to Seattle so it was easy enough to find my grandmothers house, and I was pleasently surprised when I did.

The house was wasn't a big one at all but it was pretty all the same. It was made from red brick which looked quite old, the roof was made from black shingles and the design was simple, almost like a small cottage. There was also a small chimney on the side, with a small wooden fence covering the tiny backyard. The front had three very small steps leading up to the door, which at that moment opened to reveal as small woman with dark hair and eyes and an aged face.

My grandmother.

I got out of the car, taking out my three bags from the backseat before opening the trunk and taking out the large suitcase from there to, and walked towards the front door, taking in the small flowers that surrounded the small path that led up to the front door, along with most of the front yard.

"Hi." I said quietly, and I saw her eyes take in my face slowly, almost sadly. That was when I realized that this woman hadn't seen my face from after the fire yet, since she hadn't visited me or my sister after the funeral, the one that I couldn't attend since I was in the hospital. "Oh my," She whispered quietly, before making her way down to the bottem of the steps where I stood, and pulled me to her.

I was so surprised at first that I dropped my bags, standing still before I slowly put my arms around her too. She was taller than me, taller than I remembered her to be, and she looked much older than the last time I saw her when I was still little, before the fire. She hadn't had the wrinkles on her face then, nor had she had the gray in her black hair before.

Finally, after a few moments, she pulled back, bending down to pick up two of my bags. "Please come in." She said and her voice surprising to me, was exactly like I remembered it to be out of the few memories that I had of her.I followed her inside, the rest of my bags in hand, and looked around the house.

It was just as small inside as it was outside, the front door let straight into her tiny kitchen, that was connected to a very small living room that consisted of just a small coffee table, one small couch and recliner, an old TV and the small fireplace. There were three doors in the living room, all of them were open showing me that two were small bedrooms while the third was a bathroom.

But though the house was small and old, I liked the homey feel that I felt inside of it.I looked in the kitchen and saw my grandma sitting at the small round table in one of the two wooden chairs there were. She seemed to have known that I had some questions. I put my bags down again and went to sit in the other chair opposite of her."Oh, you don't know how good it is to see you Lucinda." She told me. "Lucy." I corrected her automatically, "It's just Lucy."

She laughed lightly and I looked at her confused. "Oh it's just that I remember, even when you were little, maybe five or six, that even then you would say it's just Lucy to anyone who ever called you Lucinda." Her eyes were sad, "how I've missed you and you're sister."

I looked at the table when I spoke up again. "We missed you to, we wanted to come visit, we wanted you to come visit." I took a breath and whispered. "You never did."

"I didn't Lucy and I am so sorry for that, it's just that your father was my one and only son and when he died I couldn't stand the thought of going, of seeing anything or anybody that reminded me of him, I haven't been to Seattle since the funeral." I was surprised, I had never given any thought to how much hurt she carried around from my dad's death. I knew she was sad, I knew she was in pain, I had just never guessed how much.

"But why now?" I asked her, my eyes filled with tears. I looked up from the table and saw that she was staring at me, and that she was crying too."Because when I got the invite to Alicia's wedding I knew that I couldn't face coming to Seattle, but I also knew that I was being stupid for doing this, for losing all contact with my grandchilden, while they were likely going through far worse than me. That's why I asked you to come here, I was so overjoyed when you said you would.I just hope that you might be able to forgive me for the years that I have missed."

I spoke right away, giving her a completely honest answer as I put my left hand over hers on the table. "I forgive you grams," I said using the name that I had always called her by as a little girl. "And I know that Alicia will forgive you to as long as you promise to be apart of our lives and your great-grandchildrens lives."

"Great-Grandchildren?" She asked, her eyes wide. " I nodded, walking over to my bags, unzipping a pocket and pulling out a picture of Nickolette and Cecilia. "Here." I gave her the picture and watched her eyes fill with love, with happiness "Sixty-seven with two great grandchildren." She muttered to herself before looking up at me. "How old are they?"

"Seven and three and if it were up to me they would get the best kids in the world award." I told her joking lamely, she laughed but stopped as she looked closely at me. "Are you okay." I asked her worried. She nodded but sighed."Yes, it's just, you remind me so much of your father." We were both quiet after that, because neither one of us had anything to say to that.

It wasn't until the next day that I got around to calling everyone, my sister, my aunts, or my cousin. Me and my grams had talked a lot after I had gotten there, she had mostly just wanted me to fill her in on what she had missed all these years, on everything. I had told her what I could but promised to tell her more another time.I had asked her questions of course, mostly about La Push and how she had been since I last saw her, nothing to serious.

It had been past midnight when we had gone to bed, but staying up, no matter how tired I was, had been worth it. My grams, despite her age, was an amazing woman in my eyes. She was cool and funny, not demanding and not pushy and she was completely nice too, forgiving her hadn't been as hard as I thought it was going to be and I had gone to sleep smiling.

When I woke up, around nine the first person I had called was my Aunt Rose who I had assured that everything was okay and promised her to pass the news to my Aunt Carmen before asking her to pass the phone to Selena. Me and Selena had talked about some things, not much though, as the phone was stolen by Nickolette.

After I had ended that call I had dialed my sisters cell number. I really didn't want to bother her and Eli on their honeymoon, but I knew better than to not call, knowing that she was probably worried and curious about everything that had happened with me and our grandma since I got here.

The call with her lasted about a half hour, with her being surprised and telling me that she would only forgive grams if she herself spoke with her face to face, I agreed, knowing that it probably would be best like that and I ended the call telling her not to expect to many more from me, since I would be leaving her and Eli to their honeymoon.

It was around eleven o'clock when grams had told me that she wanted me to meet some good friends of hers. She told me that they were all expecting us and very excited to meet me. I had instantly felt nervous, especially when we pulled up in front of a small house that had a bunch of cars in front of it.

Walking towards the front door I looked warily from the cars to the house and back at my grandmother. "Um, how many people did you say were going to be here, exactly?" She laughed as she looked at my face. In under a day we were already comfortable around each other. "Don't worry Lucy, they'll love you."

When we got to the front door I was prepared to knock but before either me or grams could do anything it opened to reveal a woman. She looked to be somewhere in her mid twenties with dark hair and a beautiful face but I felt more surprised than I think I had ever been in my life. There were three long scars going down the entire left side of her face, they weren't the same as mine, hers were more claw like while mine were burns but half of her face was marred none the same, just like mine.

The only difference was that even with her scars she was beautiful, while I, clearly wasn't.

I felt my surprise quickly turn into embarassment, it eased slightly though when I saw that she seemed just as surprised at my face as I was by hers. We both smiled slightly at each other, but even without words, without names being exchanged, we had somehow formed an understanding. It was strange since no one had ever understood what it was like to look like I did but this woman, she most likely did and though I felt terrible that she to, had to have a face scarred terribly I felt instantly at ease by her warm smile.

My Grams looked back and forth between us with a small smile of her own. "Emily this is my granddaughter Lucy Mendez, Lucy this is a good friend of mine, Emily Uley."

"It's nice to meet you." Emily said sincerely before opening the door wider." You too." I mumbeled as I folowed Grams inside. The small house was surprisingly crowded, many of that crowd being men, big, buff, handsome and shirtless men. I felt a blush coat my face and thanked God that I had dark enough skin so that it wasn't all that visible.

Still, even with my dark skin I let a curtain of my hair cover my face as I turned to look at everyone in the room. The first thing I noticed was a man, the biggest of them all, went over and wrapped his arms around Emily, and I knew that they were together right away. Then I noticed that there were only three other girls that looked between Emily's age and mine.

The first one looked to be Emily's age, with short black hair and dark eyes, she was tall too, tall enough that she could me a model if she wanted to and with her looks she could have been one. She had the exact same tattoo that the guys did, like they were all apart of some kind of gang or group, or to symbolize that they were friends, but the look on her face showed that she would rather be anywhere but here.

The next girl looked to also be in her twenties, I couldn't be sure of her exact age though, she was wrapped in the arms of another buff guy and her face was partially hidden by her brown hair, it instantly reminded me of what I always did, and I had a feeling that she was shy. The last girl had the same dark skin as everybody else but her black hair had a long and thick streak of orange in it, clearly setting her apart in her own unique way. She couldn't have been older than twenty.

There was also a man with long hair in a wheelchair. I noticed he had a wise face and eyes that seemed to look be wiser than any words could describe. Behind him stood an older woman with black hair pulled out of her friendly, yet wrinkled face. As I looked around the room I counted a total of seven boys that all looked alike, all shirtless and buff. Emily opened her mouth to say something when two other figures walked out of the kitchen.

They were both young woman too. One with dark skin, black hair who looked to be around twenty something years old. She was holding a little girl, who looked six or seven, behind her the next woman, no girl, was the one who stood out the most though. She had a face that was round and friendly, but was extremely pale, and her eyes were the color of the sea, an undescribable blue. She looked younger than me, around sixteen or seventeen.

"What did we miss." The pale colored, blue eyed, blond haired girl asked. "Nothing much." Said my Grams. "Everybody, this is my youngest Graddaughter Lucy." She said and I finally looked up, pushing aside my hair, making many people in the room gasp lightly. I looked to my grandmother to introduce everybody then. She did, pointing everyone out as she said their names.

"Lucy, that is Sam Uley, Emily's husband,Jared Thial and his wife Kim Thail, Jacob Black and his fiancee Lidia Highland, Paul Merez and his wife Rachel Merez, Rachel and Jacob's father Billy Black, Leah and Seth Clearwater and their mother Sue Clearwater, Embry Call and his girlfriend Toni, Quil Aterea and the little girl is Claire."

I smiled, trying not to look as nervous as I felt, looking at them all but then I met the eyes of one of the guys. Seth Clearwater, Grams said his name was and I felt a strange feeling come into the pit of my stomach, making my insides feel fuzy. Suddenly, just by looking into his eyes, I wished that I hadn't just worn my plain jeans and a sweater, that I hadn't spent more time brushing my hair, but more than anything I wished that I didn't have my scars, or I wished that he atleast wouldn't be able to see them.

Clearly none of my wishes were possible, especially the one about getting rid of my scars, or not letting him see them, because he clearly had seen them and I watched as a strange look came on his face, one of happiness, protectection and...love? but then I saw him look more clearly at me away from my eyes and at the rest of my face and I saw devestation cross his, I watched as a ton of pain filled his eyes and I looked away before I could see anything more.

But looking away was clearly a mistake to, seeing as everybody in the room seemed to be looking from him to me and back, each looking like they knew something more than I did, even my grandmother. I didn't know where to look so I settled at looking at the floor,my hair once again hiding my face. "Um, hi." I muttered, still not looking at anyone, feeling completely awkward.

Thankfully someone spoke up, breaking the tension, and when I looked up I saw that it was the woman with the orange streak in her hair, Lidia, I remembered. "So Lucy, where are you from." She asked. She didn't seem to have trouble talking to me now that her shock over my scars had worn off, in fact she actually seemed kinda nice.

"Oh, Seattle, actually." I said and I found that my voice didn't stutter, but my voice wasn't quite as loud and outgoing as hers, it was more quiet and shy, like it usually was. Nobody really minded, or at least they didn't say anything."Huh, well it's nice to meet you." Another girl spoke up, this time it was the blond, Toni.

Grams put her hand on my shoulder and I saw her smiling. "Well then, now that everyone had been introduced let's not stand here all day."

I stood akwardly in the kitchen, watching as all the woman in the house, including my grandmother, bustled around in the kitchen. "Can I help with anything?" I asked. I usually wasn't someone to try and draw attention to myself or to join in activities, like cooking for example, with people I wasn't familiar with but anything was better than standing there watching them ddo work while I did nothing and I wasn't about to go out into the living room with all the men in there.

"Sure." Emily said with a bright smile. "Can you cook?" Asked Lidia, with her eyebrows raised and a small smile on her lips. She didn't mean to be rude by asking it that way, and I nodded, smiling, trying to cover my blush. "Yes, I'm not bad I guess." I told her and she nodded giving me a knife and cutting board, along with a ton of vegetables. "You can chop these up." She said while taking out another cutting board and the other half of the vegetables and along with another knife, giving those to Toni.

"So Lucy, I know you haven't been in La Push long but do you like it so far?" Emily asked me and I felt surprised that there was a question directed my way, I knew that I shouldn't have been though, I was the only one who they weren't familiar with here. "Oh, it's alot smaller than Seattle." I said quietly.

"I know what you mean." I heard Rachel say from where she sat next to Leah at the table. She had told me earlier that her and Leah were the only ones who couldn't cook so they just always sat and watched. I didn't look up from where I was cutting the vegetables at her but not wanting to be rude said. "Really."

"Oh yeah you see I grew up here but left for college for a couple of years before coming back and it seemed so tiny compared to everything else, really quiet to."

"Really," I said again as I finished cutting the vegetables, putting them into a bowl and turning back to look at Rachel. "Yeah, I was only going to be here for a few weeks but then I met Paul and well, I knew I couldn't leave." She said, getting a far away look in her eyes. Then she noticed that I was done cutting up the vegetables and pulled out a chair beside her. I sat down slowly just as Toni spoke up. "So how long are you planning on staying for?"

"Probably, just for the summer."

"Oh you have to go back for school right? Would you consider going to school here if you liked La Push or would your parents not let you?" Asked Rachel and I tried not to flinch when she brought up my parents. She probably just didn't know, but I was certain that Emily and Lidia did, from the worried looks they sent at me along with my grandma's. I awnsered Rachel, trying to somehow, direct the subject off of myself and my parents. "I'm actually starting University. I just don't know which one yet, Which one did you go to Rachel?"

I breathed in a huge breath of relief when Rachel went into a full discripion of the University that she had attended in Seattle, thanking God that nobody, or at least not many people, knew about my parents and the fire and wondering what might happen, how everybody would react, when they found out.

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