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A/N I cannot apologise enough for the stupidly long delay in getting this chapter up. I recently started university and had a massive writers block but I have now got a plan of where this story is going. So please read and review and feel free to tell me to hurry up if I ever leave such a large gap again.

Good old England

I was stupid. That is a fact. Undeniably so. Why did I ever think that things could ever go right for me? Why did I ever think that I could be happy like everyone else?

Flash back

"Erin honey we need to talk" my mother's voice was weaker than before the fall but it was stronger than when she first woke up a week ago.

"Ok sure" I say smiling; I hadn't actually stopped smiling for the whole week. When Dr Cullen called I stopped breathing. I don't remember the trip to the hospital I think that Cookies drove but I don't know. Think he did the talking too as my vocal chords had seized up and my face was frozen. Until I saw her sitting up in bed, her eyes open and shining at me, as her lips formed a smile and she spoke her first word to me since waking up. 'Erin'.

"I've been thinking" I should have felt the warning signs then but I was just too happy. "I've been thinking a lot, and I have decided it would be best if I were to move back home."

"Home? Of course you're going home, the hospital can't spare the bed forever you know" I say thinking maybe she did have some brain damage.

"No Erin honey, my home, England home"

"England..." My voice was very thin. Thin and flat. England.

"Yes" She places a hand on my arm. It was to comfort me but I hardly felt it. England.

"I have family there which will be useful as after the…fall, I erm, I'm a lot weaker than before. I don't want you to have to take care of me you have a future, your own life you need to get on with" Her eyes were soft while I'm sure mine were crazy.

Yeah I have a future and my own life it's right here in Forks! I want to scream it at her that I can't leave! I don't think I could actually get myself to pack, my heart was hammering heavily while my blood was cold, my knees weak, I felt as if I was looking at her white and lifeless at the bottom of the stairs again. Only I wasn't, my mum was awake and talking, talking of going to England.

"Your family will be about as useful as frozen piss!" I hear myself say my voice harsh to my own ears, mum blinks.

"Erin-"

"I" I take a deep breath trying to think about what I really want to say. Can I tell her I don't want to move? Really is everything going to change back to it was before if I go to England? I'm sure dad and the rest of them will come to visit it me, and with Skype I can keep in contact with Kim and if I save up we can visit each other, she's always wanted to go to England. And Cookies…a sob escapes my lips before I knew it, my eyes burning. Everything would change with Cookies. I see his deep dark eyes in my head, caring, smouldering, angry, and upset; I've seen his eyes change with every emotion. If I was to leave for England I…

"Erin!" My mum reaches out a hand to touch me but I flinch back, I see her eyes widen from shock to pain. I curse, how could I do that to her? How can I make her hurt? How can I be so selfish?

"How soon were you thinking of moving?" I don't know how I don't choke over the words but they come out thick. I manage to keep my tears in.

"Well I should be out of hospital next week and I was thinking about a week after that" She sounded uncertain.

"We can't leave then, you won't be strong enough and there is something I need to be here for. We can't leave for at least 3 weeks"

End of Flash back

I don't quite remember how I got home. I only know that I couldn't get home quick enough. I didn't go to my home over the last weeks where my dad is but to the old home. Where I can still smell bleach in the hallway. I needed to get the house ready for mum and me again, and pack up. But what I really needed was my old safety blanket. Climbing up the familiar branches feeling the scrape of bark and smelling the fresh wood scent was like coming home, but it lacked warmth and I wanted to smell cookies not wood. I wanted to be wrapped in strong arms not cold unfeeling branches. But I couldn't risk seeing him. I needed time to compose myself. So here I am all cried out, my cheeks feeling sticky and tense, my eyes sore. I close them. The next 3 weeks will be the slowest most painful weeks of my life- no! What am I thinking, these weeks will be hard, yes, but I've gone through worse, my family and friends will still be able to contact me, and Cookies? Well he might imprint and then what will happen to me? God I wish this wasn't happening.

But what kind of daughter would I be to choose my boyfriend over my mother? Yes I loved Cookies, and he has done so much for me but he could imprint! The only thing I can do for him now is too keep my moving from him till this Cullen thing was over and done with. The pack is in ruin, there were more and more boys phasing at the moment and Cookies and the others were working hard to keep them calm and under control. They might be talking to the others now but it was stressful time for him. I don't want to add my problems to his; once it is over I will tell him. I will. Now all I have to do is get myself down the tree, and back to normal. I will just in a few more minutes. It still hurt too much.

Embry's P.O.V

Erin was crying. I stood just out of her sight watching her close her eyes again and tears run down her cheeks already stained with tears. Her hands curl into fists and she hits them against her thighs. She's cried more than I lifetime's worth of tears since I've known her. And I make a promise here and now to make sure she never cries so much again. I hear a soft sob which without my hearing I wouldn't have caught. That's it! The next thing I know I'm at the bottom of the tree my arms out stretched.

"Erin?" I call. Her eyes shoot open.

"No?" She whispers.

"Come on down" She shakes her head takes a deep breath which shudders and then jumps. I catch her easily drawing her close. "What's happened?"

"N-nothing" she lies "Just mum waking up. I think it's finally hit me and I'm just a bit overwhelmed you know?" Lies. All lies. But I let it go just holding her closer knowing she needs it. She will tell me in her own time, or I will find out myself. Nothing hurts her.

"Let's go" I whisper before carrying her back to the house and to her car and driving her to my house.

3 Weeks later

SHE'S WHAT? ERIN IS GOING TO ENGLAND!

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A/N This is a short chapter but it is needed to get to the end. This story has been bugging me as I had massive writers block as mentioned before. Everything I came up with either sounded like a rip off of Twilight or too much like my other story Unignorable Love. But I have finally thought of an ending, there are probably only 2 more chapters of this left. And to anyone who reads my other story Anger in the Artist a chapter will be up very soon!