Re-Edited
Chapter Thirteen
After many hours of Paul and Sam yelling at each other and finally going outside I sat on the couch with Emily. A cup of tea that was at one point steaming, was still on its coaster untouched, Emily was speaking comforting words that went unheard by me, and I was staring at my hands in my lap. I use to hug Embry's mom every time I saw her.
I felt tears stream a long time ago but they were still going as I wept silently my shoulders weren't shaking, nor was I gasping for air like I usually did when I cried. "Wen, please, you're not responsible for your father's actions." I looked over at her. "That doesn't mean I don't feel responsible Emily." I looked back down at my hands. "You couldn't have stopped him sweetie." I nodded and pulled my legs to my chest and stared at my sock covered feet. "Life is so unfair." I said acidly. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.
I looked up to see Paul staring at me apologetically. "Do you need anything?" I shook my head. "No." He nodded. I felt Emily get up and walk to the kitchen. "Wen, if you need anything tell me I'll be making cupcakes."
"Okay." I felt Paul's warm hand leave my shoulder and felt the couch sink from his weight. I looked over at him and he plopped his arm on the back of the couch and looked at me with a concerned look on his face. He didn't try to reach for me to hug him and I didn't feel like it. He didn't kiss my head either he just watched me.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head and turned to look at the cup of tea.
"What's the big deal with warm tea?" I asked suddenly. I looked over at Paul and he shrugged confussed by my question. I sighed and looked back at it.
"It seems like every time something back happens that the automatic reaction is I need to make this person tea." I heard Paul chuckle. I looked over at him. "Well it's true! I mean what is the first beverage you think of when something bad happens?"
He shrugged. "Beer." I glared at him.
"Other than that."
He chuckled. "Tea." I nodded. "Right, what about milk or something?" He smirked. "Well milk is for babies." I shrugged. "You feel helpless when someone you love is dead like your in emotional fetal position." He smiled. "True."
I leaned into the couch and laid my head on his arm. I felt his arm move and suddenly his body was right next to mine. I felt my brain suddenly come to ease. "Is that part of the imprint?" I asked quietly. "Yeah, I'm supposed to be there for you. Make you feel better and what not." I looked over at him. "Dose Embry have that?" He looked at me. "No, Quil, Sam, Jarred, Seth, and I do but Colin, Brady, Leah, Jake and Embry don't." I frowned.
"I haven't even seen Leah, how is she?" He shrugged. "She went off to college." I nodded. "What about Colin and Brady, how are they?"
"How do you know them?" I shrugged. "I used to baby sit them."
He nodded. "They're still trying to figure out the werewolf stuff, after they understand it all I think they'll be looking for "The One." I smiled. "I remember them when they were little they were so adorable." Paul smiled. "Yeah when I mention you Colin and Brady get all starry-eyed and they talk about when you would come over and hang out and play video games, which you are going to play with me when all of this mess gets sorted out." I giggled.
"Sure." I heard the door slam and I jumped. I looked over to see Embry looking at us with a tear-stained face.
"Embry…" I didn't know what to say. "If you even think of letting your dad continuing his existence I'll kill him myself." I blinked.
"Are you forgetting he killed my mom to?" I asked suddenly pissed. He blushed.
"Are you forgetting he royally fucked up my life as well?"
Where was this anger coming from? I stood up and looked him, sort of in the eye.
"Do you honestly believe," I spat. "That I want him alive any less than you do?"
He looked down in shame. "I'm sorry Wen." I nodded and hugged him. "I am to Em." I grabbed his hand and made him sit beside Paul and me. Paul got up and grabbed my cup.
He held it out for Embry and asked: "Tea?"