I would've walked slowly up to the house, but Embry pushed me forward, his hand on the small of my back. We walked onto the porch and before he could knock the door swung open. A woman stood there, one side of her face smiling, the other in a permanent grimace due to scars deforming her.
I flinched as she laid her eyes on me.
"You must be Margo!" she cheered.
I just nodded.
The woman pulled me into a hug. I gently hugged back, barely touching her. I didn't know this lady's name and she's already wanting contact! The lady pulled away and still half-smiled. "Don't be shy sweetie!" she cooed. "I'm Emily."
She led me and Embry inside the house, which was crammed with more people, most of them eating piles of food. Embry gently brushed past me and went into where I guess was the kitchen to get his share.
"Are you hungry at all?" Emily asked me.
I shook my head. "No thank you, I'm fine."
Emily just simply nodded. "I'll introduce you to everyone then, since Embry's kind of busy." She gave a slight chuckle at her lame joke. I just gave her a pity-smile. Emily pointed to a group of men all as big as Embry, one even bigger. Emily began with him. "That's my husband Sam. Then that's Paul, Jared, Brady, Seth, Collin, Quil, and Jacob."
I sheepishly waved.
Emily took my hand and led me into the kitchen where Embry was pigging out. A tall woman was giving him the stink eye.
"That's Leah," Emily said. There were two more girls at the table in there. "That's Kim, Jared's girlfriend, and Rachel, Paul's fiancée. Nessie couldn't make it and Brady and Collin's girlfriends are coming later with my niece."
"Are you werewolves too?" I whispered.
Leah raised her hand. "I am."
"Leah's the only girl wolf. But all the guys here are wolves."
"Did they imprint on you?" I asked.
"Sam imprinted on me," Emily said quietly.
Leah rolled her eyes and left the room.
"She and Sam used to date, but when he imprinted on me, he left her," Emily explained, hanging her head.
What if Hunter imprints? Would he leave me so easily?
EPOV
Margo was getting along fantastically with Emily, but that was expected. They're both nice, but Margo's a lot more shy, like Kim. It would suck if they became best friends. Kim's nice, but she's a complete loser.
I finished my food, put the plate in the sink, and went out into the living room with the other guys. Margo could use some girl-time.
"Hey man, congrats," Seth said as I walked past him. "She's a keeper."
I snorted. Duh!
"She's really quiet," Jared noted, "sort of like Kim."
No! My imprint is nothing like loser Kim! Kim was a loner stalker! Margo has friends and wouldn't stalk people because that's wrong- whoa…that's kind of the pot calling the kettle black. But I have a reason to. I imprinted, Kim was obsessed.
"Jake," I said, getting his attention.
Jacob looked up from his empty plate to look at me. "What?"
"I need you to help me with something," I explained.
He simply nodded and I motioned for him to follow me outside. Once we were on the porch, I turned to face him. "Do you know where Sheppard Avenue is in Forks?"
"Yea, that's four blocks away from that Webber girl."
Yes! I can get directions from Jake and then go get Margo's things. Once her stuff was at my (I mean our) house, then she'll HAVE to start at least liking me. I know it's only a matter of time due to the imprint, but this should speed things up, I hope.
"Sweet," I said. "Can you take me?"
Jake nodded. "Did you want to bring Mongo?"
I growled. "Her name's Margo!" I noticed that I was shaking and baring my teeth. I calmed myself quickly. "And no, she needs to get used to everyone here. I'll tell her we're going."
Jake nodded and took his car keys out of his pocket.
I quickly walked inside and into the kitchen. Margo was there talking to Rachel.
"…I'm giving it up for adoption," Margo just finished saying.
Rachel gave her a sympathetic look. "Well when you're ready to be a mother, you can just have another."
My sweetheart shrugged. "I suppose. This is technically my second."
What? Rachel asked the same question.
"I miscarried a while ago."
My spirits fell. My angel miscarried? Could that be the reason why she didn't want to have this baby? When's the last time she saw the doctor? Was she taking that pregnant-lady medicine?
I tapped Margo's shoulder.
She got tense, making me frown, and looked back at me. "Yes?" she asked.
"I'm going to go get your stuff and then drop it off at the house," I told her.
She scowled. "My parents won't appreciate you coming into their house and taking my stuff."
"As I recall," I countered, smirking, "your parents are in Portland for the week. They'll just think they got robbed."
Rachel chuckled. Margo rolled her eyes.
"Bye then," she said as she turned back to talk to Rachel. At least it wasn't Kim…or Nessie, stupid bloodsucker. I quickly wrapped my arms around Margo.
"I love you," I whispered into her ear.
Say it back! Say it back! SAY IT BACK!
"That's nice," she said.
My face fell, but I calmed myself before I could start crying. I couldn't risk embarrassing myself in front of everyone here.
"Don't forget my prom dress," Margo said.
"I won't," I whispered. "I swear to God I'll remember your dress." I kissed my angel's cheek and then walked outside to Jacob's car.
I jumped in and he sped off towards Forks. We didn't talk during the whole drive. At least I didn't. Jacob went on and on about how happy he and Nessie were. She had invited him to go to the mall with her and she modeled on some new clothes. They then went to a restaurant and a movie. Jake seemed so happy all because he was able to spend the whole day with his imprint.
Big deal!
Me and Margo spent all night and some of this morning in the same room! I slept on the same bed that she did! She lives in my house! I smelt her hair. She gave me pleasure! I made her breakfast and kissed her afterwards! So shut the fuck up Jacob! Just because Nessie loves you and Margo has yet to show me an ounce of affection, doesn't mean shit!
I clenched my hands so hard that my fingernails cut into my palms. I relaxed my hands and my wounds instantly healed before Jake could notice.
"Here's Sheppard Avenue," Jake announced. It was a nice looking block. All the houses were two-story and painted a neutral color: white, gray, or tan.
"3512," I said as I pointed to a light gray house. It's lawn had patches of live grass mixed in with some dead and crabgrass. There was a large oak tree in the lawn as well, but other than that, there was no outside decoration. "Just wait here," I told Jake as I leapt out.
Jake nodded and leaned his chair back to take a nap.
I ran up the walk-way and jiggled the door knob. Of course it was locked. I looked under the welcome matt, in the mailbox, and on top of the door frame for a spare key, but there was no luck. I ran into the back yard, which was just as boring as the front. I found a window that led to the kitchen. I put my palms against the glass and slid the window open. I jumped in through the opening and was greeted with the scent of my Margo mixed in with others.
I ran into the living room and found the stairs. I paid no attention to any of the inside décor. I only wanted to see my angel's bedroom. Once I was in the upstairs hallway, I sniffed out her room. Her scent came strongest from the second door on the left. I opened it and walked into the room. The walls were a light yellow and there was a small twin bed in the right corner of the room with a rainbow colored comforter. There were no posters on the wall and the floors were clean of any stray item.
I smiled. Maybe Margo would prefer to be a stay-at-home mom.
"Tweet!" came a sound from the far left corner.
I glanced over and saw a white hanging bird cage with a small canary in it. It was Tweety. The Tweety Hunter had given Margo. There's no way that creature is going to live with us. Hell no!
I walked back downstairs and found a black trash bag in the kitchen. I walked back upstairs to Margo's old room. I walked over to the dresser on the right side of the bed. I frowned. Margo shouldn't sleep on a twin-sized bed. At least I have a nice full one for her, even if I'll take up most of it. I opened up the top drawer to be greeted with Margo's sock and panties. I shoved them all into the bag.
I couldn't help myself. I grabbed a pink pair of panties and shoved them to my face. I took a big whiff. It mainly smelled of laundry soap, but Margo's scent faintly lingered there. I moaned with pleasure and then took another sniff before throwing them back into the bag.
I opened the second drawer and took out all her shirts and, after inspecting them, put them in the bag. The only shirt that didn't make the cut was a white one with an iron-on picture of her and Hunter at the beach. I "accidentally" ripped it to shreds and threw it back into the drawer. The rest required no inspection because they were shorts, pants, and skirts.
I found Margo's pink iPod on her bed and threw that into the bag as well. I looked around the room and found the closet. I opened it and found a short blue dress wrapped in plastic. I grabbed it, but didn't put it in the bag. I'll make sure this doesn't get all wrinkled. I have the perfect night planned for me and Margo. When I get home, I'm going to decorate the basement to give my angel her own prom. I have a tuxedo in my closet for special occasions. I'll put that on and surprise Margo when I pick her up from Sam and Emily's. I'll then drive her to our house and she'll change into her dress. We'll go into the basement and dance around for a while. My arms will be around Margo's waist, and her arms will be around my neck. I wish I knew how to dance, but it can't be that hard. Then I'll make her dinner. She'll love it so much that she'll finally love me back! I'll carry her to bed and I'll sleep next to her with my arms around her. Who knows what'll happen in bed though. Prom's usually the night for most couples. Then in the morning, we'll unpack all her stuff and she'll call her parents to tell them that she's living with me from now on. Her parents will think that's fantastic and they'll love me as a future son-in-law.
Everything will be perfect!
I leapt on Margo's bed, making it moan underneath my weight. I grabbed the one pillow and held it to my chest. It smelt just like her, God it's so intoxicating. I smelt the pillow and hugged it closer to me.
Tweety chirped.
I shoved my nose into the pillow and inhaled deeply. Pineapple. I kissed the pillow, just imaging my angel's face on it. God, I'm getting hard off of a frickin' pillow. I moaned and took of my tank top.
Tweety chirped.
I rubbed the pillow all against my chest. My Margo. I tuned over on my stomach, pinning Margo- I mean the pillow under me. I undid the zipper on my jeans.
Tweety chirped.
"Shh," I told the bird. I shoved my hand down my pants and took another whiff of the pineapple scented ecstasy. After the prom I make for Margo, she'll let me lay on top of her like this. I grabbed my dick and decided to rough it without using lotion.
Tweety chirped.
"Shut up," I muttered. I would give anything for this pillow to be my Margo. I shoved my face further into it, jacking myself off.
Tweety chirped.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at the damn bird.
I imagined Margo in place of the pillow looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. I need you she'd say. She'd kiss me or twist my nipple again. Shit that felt so fucking good.
Tweety chirped.
"FUCKING ANIMAL!" I screamed. I let go of the pillow and my dick. I leapt off the bed and ran over to the stupid bird. I shoved my hand through the tiny bars of the cage, scratching myself. Oh well, I'll heal.
I grabbed Tweety. It screamed and tried to peck me, but it felt more like a light tap. "I fucking hate you," I whispered to Hunter's gift to my Margo, hear that? MY Margo. She's mine! Not fucking Hunter's!
"SHE BELONGS TO ME!" I screamed as I grabbed Tweety's head, and twisted until it stopped screaming and moving. I threw the lifeless winged-rat onto the ground and slammed my foot onto it, hearing a satisfying squish. Some of Tweety's blood seeped out from underneath my foot and stained the white carpet in Margo's FORMER room. I wiped my shoe on it, getting rid of bird guts and walked over to the bed.
I grabbed the bag of Margo's clothes and her prom dress. I went outside and put the things in Jake's car, waking him up when I slammed the door shut. I climbed in the passenger seat.
"Just drop me off at my house," I told him.
'What about Margo?"
"I'll pick her up once I get some things ready," I said. I sat back and smiled to myself. I got Margo's clothes, I remembered her prom dress, she lives with me, Tweety's dead, and nothing can go wrong.
MPOV
"I have to go to the bathroom," I whispered to Emily.
"Upstairs and to your right," she told me.
I followed her directions and easily found the bathroom. I locked the door and pulled the house phone out from under my shirt. I snuck it when Rachel went to tell Paul that she wanted a baby when she found out that I was pregnant. Kim wasn't looking up from her lap, so it was easy. The phone just sat on the counter. I snatched it and shoved it into my shirt, tucking the end of it into my pants to create a sort of cradle. I was almost found out when Embry hugged me, but he didn't notice, Thank God!
I dialed Hunter's number and waited.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hunter! It's me Margo! I need your help!" I frantically whispered, hoping that none of the other wolves heard me.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Hunter asked, sounding very angry.
"Embry kidnapped me and is forcing me to live in his house with him."
"Is it in La Push?"
"Yeah."
"Hang on then. I'll figure out a way to save you."
I sighed in relief. "Thanks Hunter. I love you.'
"Love ya too babe."