I shut Missy's bedroom door feeling like a horrible friend. She was clear about not wanting to come out here, and honestly she had more to come out here for than I did. I felt this pull out here. As much as I hated it here, I felt like I belonged here. Leaving Emmett was harder than I thought it would be, but knowing he would be there waiting for me to come home, comforted me. He had promised to be home before us.

I pulled up to the familiar house that was once supposed to be home, even though I never felt welcomed here. I was actually surprised to see Christmas lights up on the house. They must be doing good if dad was willing enough to get up there and do it. I pulled out my house key going to open the door, but sighed when I realized the locks had been changed.

I stepped back ringing the door bell looking around behind me. I knew what Missy was saying about feeling Jake watching her, because I felt like Paul was in the bushes somewhere watching me. The front door slowly cracked open. I held my breath as my mom appeared in front of me. She looked me up and down raising an eyebrow at me.

"Your old room is occupied." Was her way of saying Hi, how are you, Missed you. Maybe this was a bad idea, I thought walking in the messy house. My skin felt like it was starting to crawl as an unwelcome feeling creped over me.

"How have you been, Mom?" I asked, walking behind her to the living room where my dad was watching a football game.

"Fine," she mumbled, taking a seat next to my dad, and reaching on the table for her drink.

"Hi, Dad," I whispered, feeling my stomach twist in knots.

"Hey. If you're here for money, we don't have anything for you. I guess you dropped out, huh? I always knew you were a no good for nothing loser." He stifled a laugh staring at the TV. "You can't stay here. That ship has sailed." I stood there looking at my parents, feeling my heart sink to my stomach.

"I didn't drop out. It's winter break. Missy and I came to visit. I just wanted to see how you're doing. You don't ever call me back." Why I always hoped they would show me some sort of warmth, I don't know.

"Big shit college girl can't figure out why we don't pick up the phone, Babe. She must think we give a shit." My mom laughed, raising her glass to me. My body tensed up. I honestly was frozen looking at them. What did I ever do to them?

"Must be a college for retards!" My dad joined in with her. They both looked at me laughing. I stood there fighting the tears that started to build.

"I just thought maybe you guys would want to see me. I am your daughter after all, and it is the holidays," I whispered, looking down at the floor, embarrassed with myself for actually thinking they cared.

"Oh, Sam, I'm sorry. You should have called and told us. Oh wait! You did call and we ignored you." My dad bellowed a laugh, putting an arm around my mom. "What do you want? You had to have come for something." I shook my head at him letting a few tears stream down my face.

"Fuck, I missed that pitiful face. You always were a cry baby," my dad laughed again. I turned and walked out the door, running to the car. I slipped on some ice and fell on my ass. I sat there unable to control myself. I let the tears fall freely down my face while I sat on the pavement. I heard the bushes move a little as I tried to get up, falling down again.

What the fuck was I thinking coming back to this place? I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I thought finally getting up. I made it to the car, pulling out my phone. Not even thinking twice, I hit Emmett's speed dial.

"Hey baby are you ok?" Emmett answered on the first ring, sounding concerned. I stayed quiet knowing talking would only make it worst. "Sam? Talk to me honey. What happened?" He sounded so worried. I felt so bad. I should have went to Aspen with him. At least they wanted me around over there.

"I just miss you," I whispered, holding back the tears.

"I miss you too, Babe. Now tell me what really happened." How the hell did he know me so well? I slightly smiled at the thought.

"Would you tell me 'I told you so', if I told you, you were right? I don't know what I was thinking coming out here," I said, laying my head back, and closing my eyes. Emmett let out a deep breath.

"No I wouldn't." Emmett's tone got low.

"You were right, Em. My parents didn't even care. Not even a little bit."

"Well fuck them! I care. Jasper cares. Missy, and my whole family care, baby. You don't need them."

"Yeah, I know. I just wish I had my own family you know," I whispered, wiping away my tears.

"I'll be your family," Emmett whispered so low that I barely heard him. "Babe, listen. You mean too much to me, honestly. I promise know matter what happens with us, you will always have me. I'll never leave; not until you tell me too."

"I'll never ask you to," I said, feeling a little better. Emmett always made me feel better. I talked to him for a few more minutes, before hanging up to go back to Missy's. I didn't even look in the rearview mirror at the hell hole I called home as I drove off.

The past few days seemed to drag on. Missy was a little more cheerful than me, but I think we both were faking it for each other's sake.

I was in the guest room picking out a shirt to wear for Thanksgiving dinner thinking about the other day at the store. I was so mad at Paul. After all he had said in those stupid letters and messages, he still didn't look me in the eye. At least Jake spoke to Missy. Paul looked past me like the jerk he was. I hope I never have to see him or his fuck buddy, Jake, ever again. If I do, I won't play nice anymore. I'll seriously hurt him.

"SAM! Oh my God. You will not guess what Daddy did," Missy said, running into the room. I looked at her from the mirror. She looked torn, like she was happy but confused too.

"What could your dad have possibly done?" I asked, trying to sound like I was interested, but her dad always did dumb things to make her smile. So I figured he made the turkey dance or something.

"He invited Jake and Paul to Thanksgiving. They're here now." My heart hit my chest in one thump. A chill ran down my back as I stared at her in shook. Why the hell would he do that to us? I thought, looking at myself in the mirror then back to Missy.

"No, he didn't," I whispered hoping this was some cruel joke she decided to play. "Paul's here?" I asked waiting for the 'Ha I got you' to slip out of her mouth. "Now?" I asked getting nervous. "Oh God," I whispered seeing the serious look in her eye. This wasn't a joke. Paul was here. Shit, what do I do? I should call Emmett. No wait. He will freak. I should jump out the window and spend Thanksgiving in the woods. No fuck that. I should make him uncomfortable.

"What should we do?" Missy asked me, coming closer to me.

"We go out there with a damn smile plastered on our face. We mention Jasper or Emmett anytime we can, and we don't let them see us still hurting over them," I said trying to sound confident and strong, but my tone trembled along with my nerves.

The night ended up being really quiet. I think we all felt uneasy. Dad and Mom acted like they didn't notice, but the tension was so thick a chain saw couldn't cut through it. I was glad when dinner was over. They could leave, I could call Emmett, and everything would be ok. But no, after the table was cleared up, Jake had enough balls to ask to talk to Missy alone. I was worried for her but I knew this is what she had been waiting for. I looked at Paul, who sat on the couch looking down at his hands. I glared at him thinking of the million and one things I had to say to him. Paul's eyes briefly looked up at me then back down. I saw him fighting a smile looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"What the fuck are you smirking at, fuck face?" I snapped at him, crossing my arms.

"Samantha, don't talk to our guest like that? Honey, you're all adults. Please be civil." I turned around jumping out my skin seeing Missy's mom standing behind me.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. D. I didn't mean to snap at him." I almost stuttered as she walked away back to the kitchen.

"Still feisty, huh? Good to see you haven't changed much," Paul mumbled, pressing his lips together. He looked at me without actually looking at me.

"Still a heartless jerk, I see," I mumbled back, thinking I should leave the room but my legs wouldn't go any were.

"Come on, Sam. I apologized, didn't I?" he whined, standing up coming closer to me. I looked away from him with my arms still crossed.

"Only after you saw I was with my boyfriend. That means shit," I spat, yelling at my legs to move away from him in my head.

"It means it sucked to see you with a ugly mother fucker," Paul stifled a laugh, pissing me off even more.

"Ugly? Oh, Paul, you are so blind. Emmett is a hot piece of man; a man that I am deeply in love with. He treats me good and fucks me even better." I couldn't believe the words slipped out of my mouth like that. Paul stood up straight giving me the dirtiest look. I could almost feel hate roll off him.

"PAUL!" Missy screamed from outside. Before I blinked, Paul was gone from in front of me and out the front door. I ran out the door stopping in my tracks thinking 'oh shit. I'm in trouble,' when I saw Emmett standing there with a furious look on his face. this didn't look to good.

"Emmett?" I whispered, not knowing what else to say or do.

"In the flesh. But apparently I'm not wanted here. I thought you said I had nothing to worry about, Sam; that you were past this mutt. Now you're here with him? What the fuck? I go away to Aspen with my family and my sister tells me that you're here with that dog, that you're going to make up? Do I not matter to you at all, Samantha?"

"What are you talking about, Emmett? Of course you matter to me. Missy's Dad invited them to dinner. I had nothing to do with it." I was so hurt by what Emmett said. I can't believe he was so quick to judge me like that. Tears quickly built up, as Emmett's next sentence tore my heart open in the worst way.

"You know what? Fuck that. Fuck you, bitch. You're nothing but a liar and a slut." I gasped covering my mouth. Did he really just call me those names? Is that what he has thought of me this whole time?

I was about to defend myself, when I saw Paul leap in the air and land on paws! My mouth dropped open as the huge wolf rumbled a growl from deep in his chest. Emmett, who just smirked at him, crouched down to an attack stance. They stood there eyeing each other. What the fuck is going on? What the hell just happened to my Paul? My Paul? Shouldn't I be worried about My Emmett? A huge horse-size wolf is about to eat him! Wait, Paul is a wolf? My mind scrambled. My heart was pounding and my eyes were staring at a huge wolf that used to be my ex-boyfriend. What the fuck did I drink at dinner? I thought, rubbing my eyes for a second, hoping I was dreaming or something. God, this can't be happening right now. Why isn't Emmett running? Emmett, RUN! I thought still frozen in place. "Paul, get a hold of yourself," Jake said, through clenched teeth, standing tensely by Missy's side. He watched Jasper's every move. "We need to let them explain themselves first."

"Explain ourselves?" Emmett scoffed. "Really? What is there for us to explain?" Emmett pointed at himself and Jazz. "We're here to be with our girlfriends for the holidays. What are you doing here? Last I knew, the girls didn't want to be around you." Emmett's eyes quickly shifted over to me, then back to Jacob. Jacob was about to say something

Next thing we knew, Paul charged at Emmett, knocking him to the ground. My mouth was hitting the floor. Emmett's eyes had a crazed look in them as he spun Paul around by a limb. I gasped hearing something snap as the wolf cried out in pain. I didn't have time to stop myself before my plea escaped my lips.

"EM! STOP! Don't hurt him!" I screamed out in panic for Paul's life.

Emmett slowly looked up at me, holding Paul or the wolf in place. My heart broke even more, if that were even possible, seeing the hurt in Emmett's eyes. "Are you serious? You do still care about him, don't you? You want him back, huh? Well it looks like you need to make a decision then, because I am not about to have a dog continue to come between us." Emmett's tone was at a loss of hope. At least he still thought of me as his girlfriend even if he did think I was a slut.

I stared back at Emmett not knowing what to think. All I wanted to do was cry. This was too much shit for me to deal with right now. All I could think of to do was to run. I took off in the opposite direction, not wanting to face this shit right now. I couldn't even process what the hell just happened over there. I mean, did Emmett just wrestle a wolf? Luckily, it was night and pitch black. So if anyone came looking for me, they wouldn't be able to see me.

I ended up in the only place out here that I can honestly say I missed. I walked out to the middle of the football field that held some of mine and Paul's best memories. I looked around thinking this place holds so many of my tears. Those alone probably kept the grass green. I kicked the snow around not knowing where to even start with all that just happened.

"Your going to catch a cold." I didn't even jump in surprise, he knew I would come here.

" What the fuck, Paul?" I questioned, too scared to turn around and look. What if he is a wolf that talks? I heard him slightly chuckle.

"Baby, That was why I had to leave you." Paul whispered from behind me.

"I'm not your baby," I snapped, quickly wiping my tears away.

"You will always be my baby. Sam, can you turn around and look at me?" Paul said taking a step closer to me.

"NO! All this time you wouldn't look me in the eye. Shit you never really even broke up with me. You just shut me out. You don't deserve for me to look at you," I said through my tears, turning around as he tried to step in front of me.

"Ok, we can talk like this." He sounded like he was trying to be careful with his words.

"I'm so fucking confused," I mumbled to myself covering my face with my hands.

"I know honey. It's a lot to take in, and I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I just couldn't stand there letting him talk to you like that. I thought he treated you good?" I heard the rise of anger in his tone.

"He does treat me good." I chocked on the words remembering what he said to me earlier.

"Calling you awful names is good?" I heard the disappointment in his voice.

"He is just upset," I whispered, looking down at the snow, missing Emmett.

"I used to be pissed at you all the time and I never called you a slut, or a bitch. Well no wait I called you a bitch all the time in my head though. I would never say it to your face." He was half serious. I smirked to myself rolling my eyes.

"Only because you were scared of me." I giggled still wiping the tears away.

"You think so huh? Yeah you're right. You always did scare the fuck out of me. Especially in the mornings." He chuckled putting a hand on my shoulder.

" Paul, why don't you like Emmett? I mean honestly, why?" I asked slowly turning around with a serious tone.

"Honestly, huh?" he asked taking a step back and a deep breath. I still wouldn't look at him. "Let me ask you something, Sam. What do you know about this guy?" I looked up at him quickly and confused.

"I know a lot about him, Paul." I said looking over at his arms and legs. He looked ok. He didn't seem hurt.

"Baby, he is dangerous, and what pisses me off is him saying he loves you and he hasn't told you who he really is!" Paul's concerned tone caught me off guard. I felt him staring at me but I couldn't look up at him. I couldn't move away from him either.

"Dangerous how, Paul? Fuck all the sugar coating. Fucking tell me already!" I snapped getting angry with him. Paul chuckled coming closer to me.

"Ok, I'll tell you everything you want to know," he said reaching for my hand but I pulled away once I felt his warm touch. Just the brush of his hand against mine sent a comforting calming wave threw me. "I'm a wolf. Part of a pack. I phase when I get pissed, and when I feel like someone I love needs to be protected. My soul purpose for existing as a wolf is to protect our people from bloodsuckers, or also known as Vampires. Emmett is a vampire, Samantha. I don't know how you don't see it, or feel it with him but he is." I shook my head stepping away from him. Emmett is not a vampire, He comes out during the day. He goes to school. He sleeps with me.

"Paul, your full of it. Emmett is human," I said unconvinced.

"Sam, I wouldn't bullshit about this. Listen, do you see him eat? Do his eyes change color? Have you ever seen him asleep? Is he cold, rock hard?" I started to answer his questions in my head. I have never really seen him eat. His eyes do change color. He lays with me but is up when I wake up, but he is there all night so he must sleep. The question that caught my attention was about him being cold and hard.

"Paul, are you sure?" I asked in shock. Paul nodded his head at me.

"I'm positive." I sat there dumb founded. I mean seriously. How do you react to just finding out your ex-boyfriend is a wolf and your boyfriend is a vampire? I don't think there is a proper way. All I could do is laugh. Paul looked at me like I was crazy but I couldn't help it.

"I have the worst luck ever," I said rubbing my face. " My boyfriend is a vampire my ex is a wolf, and my ex left me to kill vampires." I laughed again looking over at the dark image of Paul.

"I didn't leave you to kill vampires. Baby, I never wanted to leave you. I had to." Paul was serious. I could tell by the way he stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

"First off, stop with the baby shit. I'm not yours. I'm Emmett's. Second, how was it for my own good? I ended up with a vampire anyway." I giggled getting a little cold.

"I left you because I didn't want to hurt you if I didn't imprint on you." He said getting annoyed with me. I missed pissing him off. It was my favorite thing to do, but only because I was the only one to ever calm him down as fast as I piss him off.

"What the fuck is an imprint?" I asked thinking of all the things I missed about Paul. His temper was good to play with. Make up sex was great. My favorite thing about him was kissing him in the rain. Paul chuckled kicking my leg playfully.

"Earth to Sam," Shit I must have dazed out for a minute. Fuck, what was I doing thinking of that shit! I need to talk to Emmett and hear his side of the story when I'm done here.

"What?"

"I said, an imprint is basically our soul mate. It's when you look into the eyes of someone and from what I'm told your whole life changes to being completely about her. You live for her. You breathe for her. You are whatever she needs, Brother, Friend, Lover. You are created for her."

"Have you Imprinted?" I asked as the clouds moved pasted the moon hitting Paul, and giving me a good look at just how hot he really was.

"No." He answered quietly. "Sam, I left you because the thought of not imprinting on you killed me. If I ever had to hurt you because I imprinted on someone else, I really don't think I would be able to live with myself. I thought by cutting you loose and letting you go, it would be easier on you than being with me out here in a place you hate just so I would leave you for another." He whispered leaning against the touchdown post. I watched his chest calmly move up and down. I don't remember him being so defined. He always had a hot body on him but damn he must really work out. "I don't think you honestly know just how much I love you, Sam. The thought of being with anyone other than you kills me. I refuse to look any woman in the eye because I don't want to be with anyone other then you." I looked up hearing Paul's tone crack at the end of his sentence. My heart broke seeing a tear roll down his cheek.

"Paul." I whispered moving closer to him brushing his tear away with my thumb. The warmth of his body was pulling me closer to him. My hand lightly caressed his cheek moving down to his chest. I closed my eyes feeling like I was spinning out of control. I kept my eyes closed feeling him breath. All my feelings for him and Emmett all swirled together. Paul leaned down to me resting his forehead on mine.

"Samantha, I need you. I haven't been able to breathe since I left you. I need my air," he whispered as I felt more tears fall from his eyes onto my cheeks. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had no control over my actions. My thoughts were scrambled. My emotions were all over the place. I took his hand in mine keeping my eyes closed.

"Why didn't you just look me in the eye back then? Why did you avoid me Paul?" I asked feeling my own tears start to build again.

"Believe it or not, I was scared. I grew up always thinking you were made for me but when the truth lies in your eyes, one look could rip it all away. I just couldn't do it," He whispered cupping my cheek with his hand. His familiar scent swirled around in the air mixing with the fresh falling snow. I couldn't help how I was feeling right now. It was like I was carrying the world on my shoulders, and it was finally lifted. I couldn't stop myself my lips brushed against his lips before slightly pushing against them. It was like a static electricity jolted through our lips and exploded inside us into a fit of passion. Paul's hands cupped my face as our kiss deepened. My tongue rolled over his. My heart skipped a beat, missing his familiar sweet taste. Paul's hands roamed down my body pulling me as close to him as possible. My mind stopped working and my body took over. I jumped in his arms wrapping my legs around his waist as he slid down the goal pole not breaking our kiss.

I felt Paul's pants grow tighter pressing into my core. Without meaning to, I moaned in his mouth. Paul's hands gripped onto my hips pushing my hot core against his member.

"God, Baby. Fuck, I missed you," he said in between kisses. My hips grinded into him without my permission. My hands roamed up and down his bare chest. Paul moved with me still straddled in his lap. He laid me flat down, hovering over me.

"Paul, I missed you too. God, Paul, I need you." I breathed reaching my hand down over his pants pulling at his already hard cock. I pulled at his pants while he unbuttoned mine. My temperature began to rise melting the snow from under me. My legs tightened around Paul as he gently kissed my neck. " Paul." I moaned feeling his hard on press against my wet core.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Paul whispered still kissing my neck. I pushed him slightly up by his shoulders taking his face in my hands. I was going to tell him yes but I forgot what I wanted to say right as I got lost in his eyes. I slowly nodded my head yes. Paul's eyes stayed locked on mine as he slightly smiled down at me, slowly pushing inside me. My feelings for him intensified dramatically. It was like my heart started to beat for the first time only beating for him. Each breath I took was more refreshed then the last. I saw everything he has been trying to explain to me, all the emotion, all the passion all the love. It was all there in his eyes.

My breathing became erratic as Paul slowly pulled back then slowly thrusting in rolling his hips into me. My hand threaded through his hair as my hips met his thrust. "Paul, do you feel it?" I asked not even sure what I was feeling, but whatever it was it took me over completely.

"I feel it baby." Paul breathed out picking up his pace with his thrust. Paul's lips found mine. One of his hands gripped my hip as he trusted deeper into me.

"Ahh Paul, I'm close." I called out for the first time taking my eyes off his as my head feel back while my release built starting at my clit slowly traveling to my low stomach.

"Cum for me, Sam. I want to feel you," He said softly, knowing exactly how I liked to be touched. I looked back up to him finding his eyes getting caught in his lust hungry gaze. Paul started to slowly pull out then roughly slam into me. I gasped pulling at his hair.

"Oh fuck baby. Just like that. Oh God." I called out seeing the steam from our breaths float around. Paul kissed my lips, moving to my cheek. I licked my lips hearing to erratic shallow breath speed up.

"I love you Samantha…Fuck I love you" The warmth of his breath trickled down my neck, his words reached down into me bringing me fully to life. The slow burning fuse that started at my core shot through me exploding through my entire body. My back arched up. My head fell back as the fireworks of my orgasm spread through me like wild fire.

"AHHHH PAUL. PAUL! OH MY GOD PAUL!" I called out just as he roughly slammed into me at a quickened pace.

"OH FUCK BABY! I LOVE THE WAY YOU FEEL! GOD SAM! FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM!" Paul called out pounding into me franticly.

"Cum for me… Paul…cum for me…only me." I whispered kissing my shoulder.

"OH FUCK BABY! ONLY YOU DO THIS TO ME!" Paul said pulling back pounding wildly into me. "FUUUCCKKK!" He hissed as I felt his warm seed explode inside me. Paul collapsed over me catching himself with his hands, kissing my nose as we both tried to catch our breath. I closed my eyes coming down from my high. Emmett's hurt eyes popped in my mind. Oh my god, Emmett. What did I do? MY Emmett, My love. I can't believe I did this to him.

"Get off me." I said pushing Paul. He sat up on his knees looking at my concerned.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked as I jumped up putting my pants back on.

"You took advantage of me you fucking Jerk!" I said looking for my things.

"WHAT!" Paul jumped up, grabbing my wrist to stop me.

"I cheated on Emmett. You knew I still have feelings for you!" I snapped shoving him away.

"Baby, I only did what you said to do!" Paul became franticly panicked. I turned around finding him a step away from me. I slapped him across the face before taking off in the other direction.

"Samantha, what the fuck? you can't tell me you didn't feel that. That you don't feel it. Tell me you feel the pull. The love, the need?" He called out running after me.

"NO!" I yelled lying to him.

"Your lying. Sam, stop!" Paul grabbed my hand flipping me around holding my by the shoulders. "Look at me damn it." He snapped almost shacking me.

"NO! Emmett was right. I'm a slut and a liar, a bitch. How could I do this to him?" I started to cry moving my shoulders to get away. Paul's hands dropped as he stared at me stunned and pained. Why do I have to hurt the ones I love? Love. Emmett was right. I still have feelings for Paul. No not just feelings. I was in love with him. What's wrong with me? I took off walking down the road towards Missy's. There was a loud howl that stopped me in my tracks. Paul ran in front of me quietly listening to the sounds of the forest.

"Stay here don't fucking move. Even if you do hate me wait here!" He snapped in a worried tone. I listened to him not because I wanted to but because something about his tone wouldn't let me go any were. He disappeared into the forest coming back a few minutes later with tears in his eyes. He looked so hurt it brought tears to my own eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked almost unable to breath.

"Baby, Sam, you need to come with me. Something has happened." He said slowly taking my hand in his. I stopped breathing staring at him.

"What?" I choked out holding his hands. Paul looked down then back to me.

"It's Missy. She was in a bad wreck. We need to go to the hospital." Just like that my whole life came crashing down. Missy was my rock, my shoulder to cry on, my best friend. If something bad happened to her, without her I don't know what I would do, or were I would be. "Baby breath. You need to breath." Paul begged me. I looked at him letting out the breathe I was holding. Tears streamed down my face. Paul pulled me into a hug as I cried out feeling like a piece of me died. Without Missy I don't think I could survive. .