After we ate and restored the kitchen back to order we decided to go on a walk down First Beach, my favorite place.
We begin walking and Paul shyly takes my hand in his. I give it a squeeze to show him it's ok as he smiles down at me in response.
"So tell me about you. Dr. Cullen said that it might help trigger something in my memory." I tell him.
"Well, I was born and raised in La Push." He boasts with pride.
I used to resent growing up here, all I wanted was to get away after mom died, but with Paul, the concept of leaving is alien to me now.
"You love it here." It was more a statement than a question.
"Yeah, I guess I do. I have no reason to go anyways. Everything I could ever want or need is right here with me." He says, smiling down at me once more.
I give him a playful push. "So storybook." I laugh.
"Not the only thing around here." He says, so low I almost couldn't hear.
"What do you mean?" I question curiously.
"Uhh, nothing. You will find out soon enough." He hastily replies.
"Meaning?" I push for a better answer; I'm tired of all these half-ass answers everyone has been giving me, it's like they're walking on eggshells around me all the time waiting for me to break. I wish they'd give me more credit than that.
He sighs. "Meaning I'm hoping you get your memory back before then."
"Alright, ok. Next question then. Favorite color?"
"Brown." I frown at this. Not because I dislike brown, in fact quite the opposite, but because it's such a strange coincidence.
"Why?" I ask him.
He gives a noncommital shrug. "No reason."
I shake away the notion that there was something behind his words and continue with my questionaire.
"Favorite food?"
"Everything."
"Favorite animal?"
"Wolf."
"Favorite place?"
"Whenever you are." He winks, and I give into a blush.
By the time I finish questioning him I still find myself wanting to know more.
"Ok, one last question I swear."
"Alright, lay it on me."
"What really happened the night I fell?" I whisper, paralyzed with fear at the endless answers I could recieve.
"I told you. It was rainy, and you slipped." He replied, but not before I felt his hand tense a little.
"That's a lie."
"It's not."
I sigh. "Why won't you tell me the truth?"
"Because...Because you aren't ready." He says, stopping and turning towards me.
"So you admit it. There is more to the story than you're telling." I accuse.
"Yes."
"Look, I want to know more. I'm not a child, I can handle it." I urge.
He searches my face for a moment and then replies. "Alright, come on." He says, taking my hand and leading me the opposite way down the beach.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Bonfire," was all he said.
As soon as we got there I was greeted by everyone before dad started on the legends. He started with the story of Tahi Aki, the wolf-man.
Half-way through it hit me. Werewolfs. Imprinting...That night I fell; Paul and I had gotten into a fight. Everything in my mind pieced together.
I stood up, feeling the urge to walk around and get some "air", even though I was technically already outside.
I took two steps before I heard a collective gasp and then everything went black again.
(So, cliffhanger there! Sorry, but I need to leave you guys wanting more; hopefully you will give some more feedback and reviews! Thanks guys!) -Taylor :)
