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Embry's POV (night Natasha left)
"When is Tasha gonna get here?" I asked Jacob.
"Awwww, can't wait to see her, can you?" Jacob teased.
"Who's Tasha?" Nessie asked.
"Natasha's Embry's Imprint," Seth mused.
"That's sooo cute, Embry!" Nessie squealed.
"Hey, there she is!" Quil called. My heart stopped for a second when I saw her. It did this every time, but I couldn't make it stop… She was so beautiful, the way her hair flowed in the wind, the way she walked, the way she smiled. Every time I saw her it affirmed more and more that I needed her… I could never be complete without her; I would just be hollow, lifeless. She was my world.
She sat down next to me and my heart began to pound uncontrollably. Just play it cool, Embry…
"Where can I get one of those?" she asked. I processed it for a second before realizing she meant the hotdogs.
"I'll go get you some, how many would you like?" I asked. Yes. Nailed the cool.
"Oh, no, I can get them myself," she said as she started to get up. I stopped her and sat her back down.
"Don't worry about it, make yourself at home. How many would you like?" I asked.
"I guess two… Maybe some ketchup if there is any?" she smiled sheepishly. I smiled back- how could I not?
"Alright, two hotdogs with ketchup coming right up." I walked away and took a big breath. You're doing great so far, Embry. Just remember what Emily told you earlier: try to flirt. If Emily thinks you should, Tasha must feel something of that sense for you. Emily doesn't play people like that.
I got two hotdogs with ketchup and walked back over to Natasha. Remember, play it cool.
"Here we are," I said as I sat down (making sure to sit a tad closer). I handed her her plate and she smiled at me again. She turned away, though, when Billy began speaking.
I had heard these stories many times and didn't even tune in. I just watched Natasha's reactions; she seemed to be enjoying herself tonight. I began to daydream of the time she and I went to the beach together… Being alone with her in my truck had been the best feeling I had ever had… And that sand fight was EPIC. I'm just glad all the sand came out of her coat… Man, that woulda been terrible if it hadn't.
Billy ended his story and I looked to Natasha.
"How did you like that?" I asked.
"I really enjoyed the stories. Especially the last one," she smiled. Yes! This means she'll totally be accepting when I tell her!
"Typical girl," I could hear Paul say. Shit. He's just gonna ruin our plan all over the place…
"Well, Tasha, we have a confession to make…" Jake said. And Jake didn't even notice how that would affect things. Fuck.
"They aren't fictional stories," Sam said as he put a hand on her shoulder, "They're real." Sam too? I would have thought he would understand.
"I would expect that kind of tomfoolery from the other guys, but not from you, Sam," Tasha laughed.
"I'm not lying. All of that stuff about us turning into wolves is true." He was serious. And when Sam is serious, he's serious. And Tasha knew that.
"But guys, seriously. You can't really turn into wolves. It's just not physically possible." She began to step backwards.
"You think we're crazy, don't you?!" Paul yelled, "You don't believe us! You can't wrap your pretty little head around a simple fact, can you?"
"Paul, calm down," Jared tried to sooth him. I swear. If he hurts her…
"Ok, guys. I'm leaving now. I can't take this." Her voice was shaking. As soon as she turned around, Paul changed. She paused for a second and turned around. And screamed... And ran…
I called after her as I ran to catch her. I grabbed her wait and she turned and punched me in the face with her keys between her fingers. I saw a look of pure terror in her eyes and I stopped. Tears began to mingle with the blood and I stopped the others from going after her.
"No… Let her go," I said. I don't remember much until the next day except the woods. I don't think I changed, I just walked. But I woke up on Emily and Sam's porch. All I could see in my mind now was her face when she had looked at me. The sheer terror of seeing what we were; what I was… To see her so afraid hurt me; to see her so afraid of me cut deeper. The only person in the world that I could ever love was terrified of me. I'm probably in her nightmares now…
I put my face in my hands to find a large amount of dried blood on the left side of my face. I decided to go in and ask Emily to clean me up.
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"At least she missed your eye," Emily said. Sam put his hand on my shoulder. He conveyed his sympathy without saying a word. Emily finished cleaning all of the blood off and but on some bandages. She told me that I would have to go to Carlisle to get it looked at better, like if it was infected or something.
I didn't eat anything at breakfast; I was still thinking of Natasha… We heard a car pull up and I rushed to the window.
It wasn't Natasha… Apparently, Emily had called Carlisle because he was the one to step out of the car.
"Hello, Embry," Carlisle greeted, "Let's take a look at that eye of yours."
"Did Emily call you," I asked coolly.
"No, Renessme insisted that I come over, actually," he informed. I looked away from him.
"My, that really does not look good," he said. He sewed me up and gave me a cream to put on the stitches to fight infection. I probably didn't even need the stitches… My skin was already beginning to come back together. I might have a scar though. I hoped not… Not because I feel I would be less attractive- I don't worry about that kind of stuff- but just in case Natasha ever came back… I wouldn't want her to feel ashamed of something she had done every time she looked at my face. I knew how that felt, because I knew how Sam felt, and I would hate for her to ever even have to feel sad… Oh, she must still be so afraid now… I just hope she's ok…
"Eeeembryyy?" Seth called.
"What?"
"Finally, you answer. Are you gonna be ok?" I looked away from him. Jake put a hand on Seth's shoulder as if to say "stop." He could understand what I was feeling. So could most of the others by now. Even Paul kept his mouth shut.
"I'm gonna go for a run, guys," I informed them, "Just give me a while to collect my thoughts. Ok?"
"Of course, Embry," Sam said.
I went out into the woods and morphed. I ran to where she and I had spent her first day here. The sand castle was long gone. The surface was smooth; not a footprint on it. I decided to ruin its harmony. I dug a large hole in the sand and laid down in it. I thought of our sand castle and our sand fight. The memories were still so vivid to me. How could something that had brought me so much joy now bring me so much hurt? I howled a little and whined. I laid my head down in the sand and cried till I fell asleep.
The next week was much of the same; I walked around like a shell. I was hollow without her, just as I had thought. I missed her so much and I was beginning to think that she would never come back. The younger boys didn't understand why I wouldn't go after her. They didn't have imprints yet. She didn't want to be here; I couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do. It's like the Switchfoot song; I love her enough to let her go.
Yeah, that song had become my theme song in the past couple of days. It kinda helped to remind me that this is what you do for love, that she was happier this way. And if she was happier, then the situation was better. But I still thought about what if our plane hadn't been ruined by Paul… I imagined she was here and happy and ok with me being a wolf. I imagined lunches around the table and nights around a fire, I imagined us holding hands and walking along the beach again… But that defiantly did NOT help to ease any pain…
"Embry… Please eat something," Emily pleaded. I hadn't been able to finish a meal since Natasha left and she was worried about me. Hell, my mom could tell something was up… She never asked me what though. I think she's always known I was a wolf, but she never asks me about it. Well, not anymore anyway.
"Eat your dinner, Embry," Sam said. Not in a commanding way though, he understood… The whole pack could by now. And I'm sure they were tired of it…
I ate some of the food on my plate and headed back into the woods. I was on the patrol team tonight and I might as well keep this place safe if I have nothing better to do. About an hour later, Sam and Brady joined me and we wandered the forest. This was my first patrol in a week and it actually felt pretty good to be with the pack again. I caught a whiff of a familiar scent… It smelled like Natasha's perfume! I ran away from the others, running after that wonderful smell. I followed it all the way into Forks and into a neighborhood and stopped in my tracks. The girl I saw through the window wasn't Natasha; she looked nothing like her in any way with her straight, blonde hair and brown eyes. She turned her head as her mother called her.
"Natalie!" Almost Natasha.
"Yeah, mom?" She didn't even sound like Natasha… I turned away and went back to the others. I told them what happened and Sam told me to go home, which I did. But the next morning at breakfast, Emily had some good news.
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