I practically ran home. Tears streamed down my face and there was a lot of pressure in my chest. My hand was THROBBING like nothing else and the pain made me feel like throwing up. I was so stupid! I couldn't even slap someone right!

I rushed inside my parents house and up to my room, locking the door and collapsing onto the floor. Sobs wracked my body as I cradled my nearly broken hand and let the events of the past hour wash over me.

I couldn't believe Embry would say that to me, and why did it hurt me so much?! Why did I feel worse about the fact that he was angry at me than anything else? I felt embarrassed and heartbroken… and dirty. Those words.. how could he assume I was "whoring around", as he so graciously put it, when he knows I've never even been kissed?!

A knock on the door made me jump. My mother's soothing voice came floating through.

"Kai, sweetie, let me in please."

She wasn't really asking, I knew that tone, but I didn't want her to see me like this. After a few more seconds of deliberating I stood up and unlocked the door for her to come in. Once she did she took once look at my face and hand and frowned. She walked into the bathroom across the hall and got the first aid kit from under the sink and came back over to me and grabbed my hand gently. I winced a bit as she moved it and looked at the bruising.

"What happened?"

I sighed. How was I supposed to tell her I broke my hand on someone's face? I suppose the truth was better than whatever half ass lie I could come up with.

"I slapped Embry…" her eyebrows shot into her hairline and disappeared beneath her bangs. Then she looked back down and something flashed across her face.

"You need to be more careful Kailynn, you could have broken your hand. I know you're used to Embry being some scrawny res kid but he's not anymore, he's changed." She grabbed a bandage and began wrapping my hand as she continued, "So now you should tell me why you slapped your best friend."

I didn't want to. Embry's words still hurt, but I didn't want my mom thinking any less of me… or him. She finished wrapping my hand and then sat back with an expectant look on her face.

"Michael called me and Embry got really… mad? I guess. I don't know what it was but he wasn't happy. He snapped at me and accused me of… well I won't say the words he used but he accused me of sleeping around. He knows I haven't ever done anything like that though so it doesn't make sense I don't even get why he was mad?!" My rant came to a stop when her eyes grew wider and worry flashed in them. "Mom what's wrong?" She shook her head and stood up.

"Nothing sweetie, I'm sorry you two had a fight. I'm sure he'll come around to apologize. For now take some pain medication and get some sleep, you've had a long day." As she started to walk out of my room she shot me one more worried look before she disappeared around the corner.

My phone buzzed from beside me and I glanced down at the screen. My stomach dropped as I read the name.

Embry calling…

I hit ignore and placed my phone on the nightstand next to the bed. I crawled under the clean sheets and laid my head down to go to sleep. Tomorrow I'd be moving into my new house I just closed on a week ago and I needed to not be dead tired. My phone vibrated again. I groaned and looked at the screen.

Embry calling…

Ugh, he can wait. I don't even know why he's trying right now. This is not the Embry I know… not the Embry I grew up with.