Chapter 17
Where is life leading me?
That's a question I have asked myself many times. Should I keep going forward? Do I need to turn left up ahead and get off the main road, or just keep following the flow? My mind always wonders about things like these.
Months ago, I said that I didn't regret leaving La Push. I didn't regret coming back either. But now I wish I had never come back at all. I wish I had never knocked on that door so many months ago. I should have gone home, instead.
You probably want to know what happened? How much time has passed since we last spoke? Where am I? What is going on?
Well let me make a long story short.
Life was going great.
My first date with Embry was amazing. He took Chaska and me out to an old campsite, where we had spent many summers, back when we were kids. We made s'mores over a crackling fire and the clouds parted to show us the glittering stars above. It was simple, but it was simply beautiful and perfect.
Time seemed to slow down when it was just the three of us. In no time at all, we were meeting up again, whether it was for lunch or dinner. Sometimes, it was just Embry and I, while other times, Chaska joined us.
I never thought having a relationship and a child would be easy. But with Embry around, everything became just as easy as breathing.
We had shared our first kiss at the end of our first date alone. It had been a rainy night. Embry was driving me home from dinner, when his truck decided to break down. We were only a block away from his house, and it looked like the rain was letting up, so we decided just to run to his house. We laughed the entire way over, as rain soaked us and water splattered under our feet.
When we finally reached the stairs at his front porch, the rain had started up again, back with a vengeance. I was freezing, but still laughing.
As soon as Embry opened the door, he pulled me into the house. He flicked on the lights, brushed his soggy hair from his eyes, and gave me an odd look. "What's so funny?" He asked, smiling down at me.
"I used to dream of nights like these. The perfect date, with the perfect guy," I said between laughs as I shook my head at how stupid it sounded out loud.
"Oh yeah? What would your perfect guy do next?" He chuckled.
"He'd kiss me."
And then he kissed me - the first sweet kiss of many to follow.
After two months back home, I bought a house. It was nothing special. Just a place where Chaska and I could be alone. A roof over our heads to keep the rain out, and walls to keep the warmth in. Two bedrooms and a bath, nice and simple. I wanted simple. I was done with complications.
I helped Leah plan her wedding. It was fun and exhausting at the same time.
Chaska started school (well, kindergarten anyways). The first day was the hardest for me, of course. Not for him. He had a world of fun, with a million story's to tell me after the first day. I, on the other hand, was worried about him all day. I worried about whether the other kids would be nice to him, if he would play well with them, and other things like that. I had to call Embry to get him to tell me I was being paranoid and stupid.
He said exactly that. "You are paranoid and stupid... and kind, sweet, caring, cute, and the best mother a kid could ask for."
Sam and Emily had a baby the following month. Well, Emily had the baby. Sam just freaked out about it all. It was a baby boy. They named him Aaron. He reminded me a lot of when Chaska was a baby - cute and bubbly.
I was completely shocked when Sam asked me to be Aaron's godmother. I almost cried. Sam proceeded to say that I was like the little sister he never had. And then I actually did cry.
Happy times.
Back then, there were a lot of happy times. I know I say it like it was years ago, but really, Aaron was only four or five months old at this point. It wasn't that long ago.
You're still asking me what happened? Where I am? What is going on?
I wish I could tell you, but even I don't know.
One day, everything was still going perfectly, and the next, it wasn't, anymore.
I was on my way to pick Chaska up from school. Embry was supposed to come over in a few hours for dinner, and I was still trying to think of something I could cook. I wasn't paying enough attention to the road, and then something huge jumped out in front of my truck. I swerved onto the other side of the road to avoid it, but the road was wet, and when I tried to keep the truck on the road, I pulled the wheel too hard.
I remember screaming as the truck flipped onto its side, crashing through the safety railing and proceeded to roll off the road and down a twenty-meter slope, finally coming to a stop when it hooked onto some trees. My head was fuzzy, ears ringing and I could taste blood. Everything went black after that.
And when I woke up, everything was still black.
I'm so sorry how long it's been since this story was last updated. I promise you I didn't forget about it for a moment, I tried and tried and tried but I just couldn't write a date seen.
I didn't want to do this time skip so soon, but I'm hopeing it will help me write faster and got over this writers block. I may do flash backs in the future about some thing that happens in the time skip but idk yet.
The next person to follow this story will be number 100! I can't believe it, really when I started this story I didn't think it would go anywhere. But with your help and support I have kept going with this story and hope you are still enjoying it.
What do you think will happen next? I would like to hear any ideas you may have.
I hope to be updating sooner rather then later, but the more you review, the more time I will put into this story. But while you wait please go look at my other stories and let me know what you think.
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