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I listened to my new favorite songs, Somewhere Only We Know, by Keane and You Can Always Come Home by Jason Castro on repeat. Best songs ever!

I panicked. I slammed my hands down, hard, beating on his chest harshly. I was like he didn't even feel me hitting him, trying to get him to let me go. Why is this happening to me?

I screamed into his mouth, though a bit muffled, he heard it well enough. He let go of me and I stuffed myself backwards against the door, trying to open the damn door. I had to get out of the car. I had to get away from him.

"O-Open," I rasped out, through my tears. He seemed to know what I wanted, but he didn't say anything. I heard a click and I threw open the door, falling onto the ground by the car.

"Megan, I'm sorry…I don't know-"

I nodded, not knowing what else to do. I slammed the door quickly, stumbling down the street, tears running down my face like waterfalls. My feet kept tripping over themselves as I tried to run. I was sure I would get stopped soon from all the noise I was making, sobbing so loudly as my feet just kept trying to get closer.

"Megan?" I heard someone cry, trying to get my attention. I turned, looking at Ali in her car as she drove up to me. "Megan, get in the car. I'm taking you to my house."

With no hesitation in my body, I jumped into her car, falling against the seat and crying my heart out. "Megan? You've got to calm down. I need you to tell me what happened to you."

I was almost sure she was way over the speed limit, especially when we hit a bump in the road and her car flew up in the air for a moment, before bouncing back onto the pavement of the road. She looked at me apologetically, mumbling a tiny, "Sorry," before putting her eyes back on the road.

We wound up on an almost deserted street, apart from two houses. She pulled into the farthest house that was covered in beautiful ivy, a small garden to the side of the house. Once we were inside, I saw a tall and very buff Quileute boy sitting in the living room. He had surely heard my sobs from the car if he was a werewolf. And I knew for a fact that he was. This was none other than her Paul.

"Ali, what's happened?" Paul asked. Ali helped me sit down next to her, rocking me back and forth as I cried onto her shirt.

She had changed since I saw that morning, as she was now dressed in a pretty red sweater and tight jeggings. He hair was still in a disarray of curls, framing her face with the ebony locks. She tried to pry an answer out of me with her eyes for a moment, before she realized I could barely breath, let alone speak.

"I'm not sure."

"B-Brady…" I whimpered through my tears. I was so incoherent, I couldn't be sure they heard me, so I whispered it again with a bit more volume. I saw Paul's feet disappear from my view and heard him in the next room over on the phone with someone.

"Paul, do you think you watch her until Brady gets here. I've got to change really quick." I tried to apologize for ruining her shirt before she shushed me and helped me up off the couch. "Never mind. I'm going to take her to the bedroom and let her lie down. Grill cheese?"

I didn't see or hear what Paul said over my loud sobs as we walked into their bedroom. Ali helped me onto the bed, which was surprisingly very neatly made. She handed me a pink blanket from her closet and laughed, patting me on the head before whispering, "Every girl needs a little pink. Pink is the true girl's best friend."

I laughed through my blubbering and pulled the blanket tighter around me. Ali quickly changed into a black cardigan that fit her arms tightly and falling loose around her to her waist, and of course she still looked too pretty to be human.

That's when I heard the slam of a door and a loud menacing voice peak, "Where is she?"

Ali's mouth shaped into a small 'o' shape before she took off into the other room. I could barely make out their muffled voices.

"Brady, you know and I know from experience that you need to calm down before you go in there and see her. Alright? Listen, I was driving home to meet Paul for lunch when I saw Megan running down the side of the road, falling all over herself and crying - a lot. You really need to talk to her," I heard Ali's small voice tell Brady.

Before I was prepared, the door to the bedroom rocked open and there stood Brady, his black shorts barely pulled over his grey boxers. I was prepared for how glorious his body looked and I was prepared for how relieved I felt when he came into the room and shut the door. What I wasn't prepared for was my reaction.

I started crying.

Not just crying but bawling, screaming and sucking in quick breaths. It was a wonder the police weren't over here to inspect a suspicious noise call. I just couldn't stop the tears. Even as Brady looped his arms around me, I just couldn't stop.

"B-Brady," I whispered slowly, trying to tell him what had happened. But, I just seemed unable to speak, to say what had happened.

The door creaked open slowly, as Nate walk into the room, not quiet shutting the door behind him. Brady growled, but didn't let go of me.

"What do you want?" Brady asked, harshly. I should have stopped him, but I could barely hold my sobs in, let alone speak aloud. Something in Brady's face changed as he studied Nate's appearance, before ripping himself from me and throwing himself against Nate, pushing him into the nearest wall.

The sound of the crash alerted Collin and Paul, who had previously been listening in the hallway. They didn't enter, but did make their way closer to the door. Paul had his arms around Ali, whispering something to her that I didn't hear, but she didn't look happy and Paul was shaking his head at her. I hoped with all my might all this commotion wasn't causing a fight between them.

"You better start talking, Chee!" Brady spit, calling Nate by his last name. "What the hell happened? I know you know!"

"I-I'm s-sorry," Nate whispered, looking at the floor, not even trying to fight back.

Brady was livid. I saw Ali sneak out of Paul's arms quickly and racing into the room, walking slowly towards me. Paul tried to grab her back but she avoided his grasp.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" I winced at Brady's harsh language. I couldn't stand the f-word, and it sounded especially harsh and mean and hateful coming from Brady. I never wanted to have to hear him say it again.

"I kissed her," he whispered. Brady did what I least expected. He flipped his head over at me, looking at me questioningly. Some emotion he saw in my eyes told him that Nate was in fact telling the truth.

Ali had made her way to me by now, taking hold of my hand and trying to pull me off of the bed. I stumbled a bit, but eventually she helped me all the way into the kitchen with Collin and Paul. Collin and I sat at the kitchen table, both facing Ali and Paul who faced one another in the kitchen. She had her arms crossed, looking at Paul, as he pushed his hands against the granite countertops, looking back at her.

"Go outside and get them calm before they kill each other, Collin. Paul, you too. You've been through Brady's side, so tend to him. Try to make him see what he really needs to do and not make the same mistakes you did, alright?"

A pause of sadness crossed Paul's features when he said that, but Paul acted as if it was nothing and kissed Ali on the forehead before heading out the back door. Once the door shut, utter silence filled the room once more. Ali fixed herself a large mug of what looked to be a hot tea of some sort. She offered some to me silently and I shook my head.

Before I could speak up, the back door slammed shut. Brady entered the room, scaring me with his appearance. His face was dark, his mouth turned down in a deep sadness with a hint of anger. He three deep gashes running down his abs and twirling around his back and right side, with three lighter scratches from the left side of his neck to his shoulder.

He pushed a hand through his hair quickly, looking at me strangely.

"Get in the car. We need to talk."

Ali stood, noticing my flinch at his evil and unattached voice. I had begun to stand and walk towards the door, knowing my own fate. Brady was pissed. And it was my fault.

"Brady I don't think this is a good idea-"

"Damn it, Ali. Shut the hell up!" Ali stepped back, falling against the kitchen table, catching herself quickly. She looked like she was going to cry. I knew, even with out knowing Ali that well, that Brady and Collin were like her brothers, and they never spoke to her that way.

Luckily, I didn't have to intervene. Paul was in the house and had Brady by the arm before he could even think about touching her, let alone causing her harm. Paul growled at him for a moment, before throwing his arm aside and taking a crying Ali into his arms.

"Car, Megan. Now."

I sprinted from my rooted spot on the kitchen floor and flew out the door, into his truck and slammed the door shut. Brady was out not long after, pulling on a white t-shirt as he stomped over to me, hopped up into the truck and revved the engine, pulling out and swerving down the street.

"W-where are we going?" I asked attentively. He growled, running a stop sign and speeding out of La Push borders.

"Does it matter?" he spit. "We're getting the hell away from here."

I tried to keep in the tears from his words, which were like knives into my heart. I hated the way he was speaking to me. And I hated that it effected me so much. I just couldn't hold in the tears. They streamed down my face like water. But, with all that I had, I held in my sobs.

Soon enough he pulled off the side of the road and into the woods, just enough to be hidden from society. He cut the engine but didn't turn to look at me.

"Why you would do that?" he whispered, sadness wrenching at my gut.

I tried, unsuccessfully to speak without sobbing. "B-Brady, I-I didn't k-kiss h-"

"That's not what I'm talking about!" He screamed, his voice shaking the car. He growled, jerking his hand up only to slam it back down onto the dashboard. "Fuck!"

I winced, sobs beginning to escape me even faster. I was flat out crying now. I hated that he was mad at me. I hadn't done anything. What had I done to make him so mad at me, if it wasn't the kiss? I couldn't think of anything-

That's when it hit me.

The lies. All of those lies. I had lied to Brady so much today. I just hadn't thought about how I was going to explain why I had lied.

"I…I'm sorry," I whispered, not knowing what else to say. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, get more and more nervous by the seconds. "I just…I didn't want you angry with me for being friends with Nate. And I knew that I wasn't allowed to tell, since it was a secret, but I just needed to talk to him, especially about Ali. She had scars like Emily and I was scared that that was something every wolf did and I didn't want it to happen-"

I had let it all out so fast in barely one breath. Brady broke in with a soft, "You can tell me anything, always. I'll always be here."

To say I was shocked with this reaction would be an understatement. But, I wasn't going to say anything. I liked this Brady much, much better.

"I want to kiss you, but…" he trailed off. I suddenly became completely and utterly devastated. He didn't want me like that anymore. He thought I was damaged or spoiled because of what happened with Nate. Tears began to leak out of my eyes.

"You don't…w-want me." I came out as a statement instead of a question.

"No!" He broke in, pulling me tighter against his warm chest. "No, I just can smell him on you. A-And, well, we Quileute werewolf's, we are really territorial - especially with our imprints."

I sighed in relief and crawled back into my seat, telling Brady to take us home and that I needed a shower.

A loud crash from downstairs caused me to jump up from my spot on the computer where I was emailing Aunt C. I rushed into the living room, seeing Brady on the floor, rubbing his head, a few broken ornaments falling around him.

I held in my laugh, bending down to him and asking if he was alright. He grumbled a, "Mmhmm," and got back to bringing in all of the Christmas decor from the basement. Once he was done with that, we began to decorate the tree we had picked out earlier that day.

Time with Brady like this was becoming the best part of my life, if it wasn't already. I loved when we could just hang out with each other and cuddle, maybe watch a movie. As if there weren't vampires all around us and dangers that my wolf would have to face as soon as I shut my eyes to sleep. He was just fourteen when he shifted, and having to deal with his family problems and being a werewolf, fighting off vampires - it had to have been tough. And now, seeing how he had grown up to be twice the man his father was, taking care of his mother and the pack, and now me.

I was defiantly the lucky one.

"Tell me about you family, Megan. I want to know you, every part of you," he whispered as we sipped our hot chocolates by the fire he made, just admiring our beautiful tree. He was laying across the couch and I saw sitting cross-legged on the floor right beneath him, sending an email to Mom and Aunt C both.

I sighed, setting down my hot chocolate and closing my Apple. "Well, my mom and dad split when I was really young. My dad was in love with my mom, but she wanted money and he was a broke musician. Mom left in the middle of the night, with me and the boys of course, and moved to L.A. in hopes of jumpstarting her career as a dancer.

"That's when she met Daniel. He had money, like billions and billions. He worked as a lawyer and made some much money by doing that. He bought us a nice house, where Paul, Cameron and I all had separate rooms on practically separate hallways. We're all completely different."

I took a deep gulp of my hot chocolate and continued.

"Paul's the eldest, and he's a natural born leader. He kind of reminds me of Sam, only less scary."

Brady let out a small laugh at this, but told me to continue.

"He was my best friend for a long time, and I stuck to him like glue. Especially when we were living on the streets. He met his girlfriend Allie in the tenth grade. They are both completely in love with one another and contrast each other quiet well.

"Cameron came two minutes after Paul. Cameron and I…we just never got along. He was really mean and snide about everything. His best friend was-"

I jerked myself to a stop, remembering exactly who his best friend was. As soon as I said the name Brady would remember. We had had a long discussion about Jay and vampires and I really didn't want that to be brought back up.

"I don't remember, but I mean, who cares anyways. So, I came after Cameron, five minutes behind. Everyone was afraid I wasn't going to make it. I was the smallest of us three and the quietest. I barely cried at all."

Brady smirked and rubbed a hand through my hair. "Guess you were just as shy then as you are now, huh?"

"Guess so," I smiled.

School was done with. Exams were done with. Brady and I didn't have secrets anymore. The Nate thing was over and done with.

Everything was finally back to normal.

And just in time for Christmas.

A/N: Yes, I know this one was short, but things are about to amp themselves up, like majorly. You might want to take a look back at some older chapters if you don't remember Jason, or Jay. He's very important in the next chapters of AH. I am so excited with how this is going! I promise to update the blog soon, and hopefully add the next chapter soon. School right now is out because of the snow! Ten inches baby!

Fish and Chips!

Your lovely,

Alice