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Chapter 9: Hell Breaking Loose

Sitting upon the wooden rocking chair in the small nursery, or what was becoming one, I gently rocked Kiowa to sleep. I continue to hum the lullaby that my father used to sing to me. Kiowa's small forest green with hints of brown eyes become heavy and I can tell it's hard for her to keep awake. I can't remember all of the words from the lullaby because it's in Quileute, granted I should know the language, but being my stubborn self I refused to learn. Yet I don't forget the melody, I can't. It's etched in the depths of my mind.

I run my hand across what little hair she has. I hear the door creak open, but I don't remove my glance from Kiowa.

"She's just fell asleep," I say as I hear footsteps nearing me. I await a reply, but don't receive one. Glancing up I realize it's not who I thought. Immediately, I jump up clutching Kiowa to my chest. My heart starts to race and I try to contain my anger. "What the hell are you doing here, Sam?" I barley choke out.

"I wanted to see our beautiful daughter," he slurs out. His hair is strewn out everywhere. From what I can tell from the stench and evidence on his shirt he's been at a drinking. I become a little frightened by the blood stains on his white tank. They're not his. But what scares the hell out of me is the crazed look in his eyes. He stumbles towards me, reaching out for Kiowa.

"Get the fuck out of my house, Sam." I bring Kiowa closer to me, as if it's even possible.

"It's not your house. It's Embry's. What's he told you? That he'll help you? Care for you? Love you? And you're listing to his lies. He's just saying those things so you'll fuck him!" He's yelling and before I know it Kiowa is awake. She begins to wail at the top of her lungs.

"Leave Sam!" I demand, pointing to the door. "Get the hell out of my life!" I'm trying to control my anger, but the beast inside me is slightly overcoming my self control. But somehow I think it knows not to emerge for Kiowa's sake.

"Oh, Leah, baby. It's not that easy. You just wait he'll fuck you and then leave you when you have his child. But not me. I'm here to help you."

"Fuck off!"

"Just let me see her. Lee. One glance, one touch."

"Never, you bastard!"

He lunges forward towards me. I turn guarding Kiowa from him, as his hand flies up. A loud crack fills my ears as the lights blur. Suddenly, I'm on the ground, Kiowa three feet away from me. My head throbs as blood trickles down my face. I crawl forward towards my screaming child.

Sam grabs hold of my legs, dragging me across the carpet. He flips me onto my back, his hands begin to claw at my shorts. He looks at me, a smirk plastered on his face. I spit onto his face, attempting to pull away.

He throws my shoulders down, his body over powering mine. I scream before his hands choke off my attempt at saving my child. He continues to press harder upon my neck, I begin to cough trying to grasp air. I can't move as I feel my spirit slipping away from me. Tears slide down my cheeks as my vision fades in and out of darkness. He grasp tightens and all I can think about is Kiowa, Seth, Mom, Quil, Jacob, Embry, and even Emily.

The door flies open, Sam knocked off of me. I inhale sharply catching my breath. Before I can think of anything else, I run to my child. I lift her from the floor and into my arms. Quickly, I examine her body for any injuries. From what I can tell she's perfectly fine, just extremely frightened. I know it wasn't by luck. No, it was my father's spirit watching over her. Over us.

"How dare you touch her! How dare you!" Embry furiously slams Sam against the wall. Sam struggles in Embry's grasp, but surprisingly Embry is stronger.

"I was saving her the hurt that you would cause." Sam smiles insanely at Embry. I watch as Embry rears back punching Sam in the face. I try to console Kiowa, but it seems no use seeing as I can hardly control myself. Embry releases his hold upon Sam.

"Come on," Embry bears his chest, challenging Sam. "Let's see if you're a real man!"

Sam lunges forward aiming towards Embry's nose. Embry blocks his hit before slamming his fist into Sam's jaw. Embry continues to hit him. A second time, then a third. Sam's on the floor of the nursery, blood is all over him.

It seems as Embry can't be contained anymore. My breath hitches as he continues to punch Sam. I can hear the fast beating heart of Embry and the slow one of Sam. The madness needs to stop.

"Embry, stop!" He doesn't hear me. "Please, Embry, there's no use in killing him! Embry, stop!" But there's no use, Embry is far too gone. I become too distraught to think. Consumed with exhaustion, I collapse to my knees. Tears of rage a horror begin to fall as sobs rack my shoulders.

"Embry!" I hear Jacob yell from down the hall. Within seconds to spare Jacob, Quil, and Seth are all attempting to pull Embry off of Sam. Eventually they do. He is still blinded with rage for them to let him go. Jacob takes hold of the Embry. He turns him to face him and tries to calm him down. I see the fight behind Jacob's eyes not to Alpha command him, but he knows he has to. "Embry, calm down!"

Suddenly, Embry is back to his senses. He looks at Quil and Seth picking up the drunk and beaten Sam.

Sam stutters something out that I can't pick up on. Seth faces him, giving him a pop to his cheek, causing him to pass out.

Embry stumbles over to me. He stares at me with an ashamed face. He drops to his knees in front of me, hanging his head. I touch my fingers to his chin to lift it up. His dark eyes are glossy with tears.

"I'm so sorry!" He blurts out, tears falling from his shameful eyes.

TBC