Chapter 11

Samantha and Seth dropped Embry and I off at my house. My head was still reeling from everything that had happened earlier that day. The diner, getting socked in the face, almost getting killed by two overgrown flea bags, dinner at Samantha's… it was all too much.

Luckily, when Kaitlyn got home, I was able to repay the favor. I slapped her as hard as I could across her pretty little face. She was so stunned that it was funny. She didn't expect me to actually retaliate. What kind of person did she think I was?

Funny enough, after I slapped her across the face, Kaitlyn considered us even. No more hitting. I wasn't exactly sure about all of that. Kaitlyn was really fucking annoying. I was sure that there would come a time in the future when I would feel the need to put Kaitlyn in her place by using my fists. She just seemed like the type of girl not to learn her lesson.

"Today was really fucking weird," Embry said as we walked up to my front door. No truer words had ever been fucking spoken. I didn't need to unlock my front door. Hell, I didn't even have keys. My house was never locked. There was nothing worth stealing from this shit hole anyway.

When I opened the door, my mother was in the kitchen pouring herself another glass of rum and coke with no coke. "Hey Tina!" she greeted in a drunken voice. Fuck! I hated when she called me Tina. Well, at least she was still talking and not mumbling. She wasn't that drunk yet. And her eyes were still white so she hadn't touched any drugs yet.

"Who's your friend?" she asked. "This is Embry," I greeted quietly. "This is my mom." Embry reached his hand out to my mom and she knocked it out of her way. She hugged him instead. "My, Seth sure has gotten tall hasn't he?" I slapped my forehead in frustration and Embry forced a laugh. "Mom, this is Embry. Not Seth." My mom gave me a confused look. "I've seen Seth. He is tall!" I nodded my head. "But this is Embry. Embry's tall too."

My mother looked up at Embry and nodded her head slowly. "I see. Are you 21? Do you want a drink?" Embry shook his head quickly. "No thank you. I'm not a drinker." My mother scoffed and walked out of the kitchen towards the living room, bottle of rum still in hand.

I pulled Embry towards my room, determined to finish what we started earlier. "Sorry you had to see that," I apologized. I knew how uncomfortable it could be to be around someone else's drunken mom. I wasn't fucking comfortable being around my own mom when she was like that and I came out of that lady's vagina. I felt bad for putting Embry in that position. Especially since she called him Seth repeatedly.

"It's okay." I pushed him down on my bed and crawled over him. I pressed my lips to his and he wrapped his hand in my hair. "Tina?" he asked against my lips. I giggled. "Don't call me that. I hate when people call me that." He bit my bottom lip and I moaned against him. "Your mom isn't good at calling people their proper names is she?" I laughed and pressed my lips to his.

Embry licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to him. Embry quickly stuck his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it. Embry sat up and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. I moaned at the feeling of his erection on my clothed center. It felt fucking good.

Embry pulled away from me and I glared at him. He was not pulling this shit again. Not this fucking time. I pressed my lips to his and he moved away from me again. "What the fuck is your problem?" His eyes were dark and conflicted. "Your mom's here. She'll hear you." I shrugged and started to nip and lick at his neck. His resolve was breaking and I smiled into his neck.

"Fuck," he whispered. "What if she comes in here?" His grip on my hips tightened and he was now grounding himself into me. I didn't know if he was doing it consciously or not, but I hoped he didn't stop anytime soon. "She doesn't come into my room. Ever. We'll be fine." I nipped on his ear and Embry moaned. I laughed. "You're such a fucking chick."

Embry grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head. "This okay?" he asked, unsure of himself. "It would be better if you took off my bra too," I whispered. He smiled brightly at me and reached around me and unhooked my bra. He tossed it behind him on the floor. My room was always fucking spotless. Now, there was a white bra on my floor and I had absolutely no fucking desire to pick it up.

Embry massaged my breasts and I tilted my head back. "Fuck," I moaned. "That feels really good." "Hmmm, this will feel great then." Embry, then wrapped his lips around my left nipple and I gasped in pleasure. He massaged my right breast with his warm as fuck hand and I started babbling.

I had absolutely no sexual experience. I saw a porn magazine that my Uncle Jeff left over here one time, but that was just pictures of naked girls. I knew what naked girls looked like. I didn't need a magazine for that shit. I had a mirror.

"Embry," I moaned. I started grinding against his clothed erection. I reached down towards the buckle of his jeans and fumbled with the button. I freed Embry from his denim prison and froze. I had never seen a penis like that before. It was huge. It looked weird. It wasn't what I expected. I didn't know what I expected. THAT wasn't it. "You okay? We can stop," Embry offered, his breaths heavy and labored. "I-." I was cut off by the sound of glass breaking.

"Fuck!" I muttered, getting off of Embry's lap. What had my mother gotten herself into now? I grabbed my shirt from the bed and yanked it over my head. Embry had his jeans buttoned and followed me to my door. I walked out to see that my mother had fallen, her broken bottle of rum all over the floor.

"Shit, mom!" I tried walking over to her, but Embry grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "Be careful, you'll cut yourself." I looked down at the shattered glass around my mother and headed back to my room. I slipped on a pair of my hiking boots. I could walk on fucking lava in these boots and nothing would happen to me. These were safe for glass.

I walked back in the living room to see my mother sitting down on our sofa and Embry sweeping up the broken glass. I walked over to my mother and helped her up. She had a cut on her hand. It was still bleeding so I couldn't see how bad it was.

"It's not that bad. She's not gonna need stitches or anything. There's no glass in the wound which is really good. It just needs to be wrapped up. Do you have any gauze?" I nodded my head absently. Embry continued to sweep up the mess in my living room. "Go clean up her hand. Get some peroxide and pour it on her hand. I'll be there in a bit to wrap her hand." I nodded my head in appreciation. Since when did Embry become Mr. Medicine?

I wasn't all too fond of Embry telling me what to do in any other situation. However, at that moment, I couldn't care less.

I dragged my mother to the bathroom, trying to avoid the big chunks of glass that I could see. "I'm fine. I don't need no fucking doctor," my mother grumbled. I rolled my eyes. "I know, Mom. I'm just gonna clean up your hand." I held my mother's hand over the sink and poured the peroxide on her wound. It washed the blood down the sink and disinfected the cut at the same time.

"I fell," my mother muttered pathetically. "I know," I told her. "I'm going to stop drinking." I rolled my eyes. My mom said the same thing every fucking night before she continued to drink herself into unconsciousness. "Okay, mom," I answered automatically. "I promise. No more drugs either. I'm gonna clean up my act right now."

I ignored her and reached under the sink to grab the gauze that Embry needed. I led my mother to the kitchen where Embry was tossing the broken glass into a box that he was going to throw away in the trash can. "Don't go in the living room. I just mopped." I raised an eyebrow at Embry but he ignored me. "How the hell did you do all of that so quickly?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I clean up around my own house. I'm not a slob or anything."

I gave Embry the gauze and he wrapped my mother's wound. "I told you that I didn't want to go to no fucking doctor," my mother muttered. "I didn't! It's Embry," I told her. She looked up at Embry. "Right, the tall one." I nodded my head. "Yes, the tall one." Embry laughed and washed his hands in the kitchen sink.

My mother stumbled towards the cabinet where she kept her alcohol. I rolled my eyes as my mom pulled out a bottle of vodka. She took the bottle to the living room that Embry had just mopped. I thanked god that she made it to the couch without slipping and falling again. One bottle of alcohol on the ground was enough for one fucking night.

Embry raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. "Don't pretend that you haven't heard that my mother is the town drunk." "No, I've heard." "Then why the fuck are you looking at me like that?" Embry sighed. "You don't care that she's like this?" I threw my hands up in the air, pissed off. Embry had gone from Prince charming to Mr. Naggy McFuck Pants in 3 seconds.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do? Take the bottle away from her? I've tried that! It only ends with me being bruised and her getting drunk. If you don't mind, I'd like to get hit only once today!" I yelled at him. He ran a hand through his short hair. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just-," "You just had to stick your nose where it doesn't fucking belong!"

"I don't know if I'm okay with you being in a situation like this," Embry argued. I rolled my eyes at him and poked him in the chest. "You don't have to be fucking okay with anything, Call! It's been like this for years. No one helped. So, I don't need your help now." I moved away from him and walked towards my room.

Before I could reach my room, Embry wrapped his arms around my waist. "Get off of me, dick head," I grumbled. "You don't have to fight me. I want to help." "I don't want your fucking help or your fucking judgment." Embry tightened his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "No judgment. I promise. I just want to make sure you're okay." "I'm fine," I promised him. I wasn't sure if I was lying or not. I had been saying that so much that I figured that if I continued to say it, it would become true.

He pressed his lips to my neck. "You can always talk to me you know," Embry promised. I smiled as Embry started to suck on my neck lightly. "I hate you. Why would I talk to you?" Embry smiled into my neck. "Because you don't hate me." He nipped at my neck and I moaned. Fuck Embry and his gotdam talents.

"Tina!" my mother hollered for me. "I can't find the fucking remote!" I rolled my eyes and Embry let me go. "So, I'll see later?" Embry asked and I bit my lip and nodded. Embry pressed a quick kiss to my lips and let himself out of the front door.

I walked into the living room to help my mother find the remote that she fucking lost. By the time I got there, she was already sleeping. The remote was on the floor by the TV. Why was it there? I haven't the slightest clue. The purpose of the remote is so that you don't have to get up off of the couch to change the channel. I rolled my eyes and moved the remote to the table by my mother's sleeping body on the couch.

I walked into my room and fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

That week went by rather smoothly. I was talking to Abigail again. I still wasn't eating with the pack, but Embry ate with Abigail, Collin, and I. He walked me to class and walked with me to my house every day after school. He even gave me the occasional kiss whenever I asked for it.

Seth and I weren't as close as we were, but we could look at each other without looking away from each other awkwardly. Things were going smoothly. Until fucking Friday afternoon.

Embry was walking me home, but he was more quiet than he usually was. I could tell that there was something wrong with him.

"What's got your panties in a bunch, Call?" Embry sighed and looked away from me. "You're not going to like it," he stated. I stopped walking and Embry did too. "Tell me." He rolled his eyes. "You not telling me what the fuck is wrong is only going to make it worse. Just tell me what's up." Embry looked down at the ground.

"There's a pack meeting tomorrow." I shrugged. What the fuck did that have to do with me? "So?" "So, you have to go." I laughed at him. "Cool story. I'm not going. I'm not pack." He nodded his head. "You are pack. I imprinted on you. That means you're part of the pack. Besides, you kind of have to be there. The meeting is about you."

"About me? Why? What the fuck did I do?" Embry still wouldn't look me in the eye. "Sam's still pissed about the whole fight between me and Seth thing." "So what does that have to do with me?" "He figures that you're the reason why we fought." I stomped my foot and threw my hands in the air. "No! You fought because you and Seth are dumbasses!" "I know that! But he thinks that if we have a meeting and you're there, then we can resolve all of the drama."

"What drama?! It's resolved!" "I know that. We just have to go to prove it to him." I was seriously pissed. Who the hell did Sam Uley think he was? The only reason I was going to go to this meeting was to pluck that mother fucker's eyes out.

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