Authors Note: See guys I told you I am trying to continue this story! This is me keeping that promise. Two chapters in just two days! Hope to hear what you guys think in a Review!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, I do not.
Artemis POV:
Finally I will never have to see that awful place again. As we drive back to Sam and Emily's house, my new temporary home, all I can think about is how great it is to be free of that prison. Yes, my mom was right the house wasn't always horrible. The Step-Douche is what made it awful.
When we arrive at the house, I look at it and smile, finally a home where I feel safe. As I grew up, that's what I longed for. And now, I finally have a place. But then I look at Embry and realize, it isn't the actual house but the people around me that made it feel like home.
As we get out of the truck, Embry grabs our bags from the back and carries them inside. I follow and find the kitchen and dining room full of a lot of the guys eating.
"Let's go upstairs and unpack mom," I say to her, grabbing her hand.
"Sounds good," she replies, and Embry nods, heading up the stairs.
Embry drops my mom's bags off first, then goes into my room to drop off mine.
"Thank you," I tell him, reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"All I did was carry your bags up," he says smiling.
"You did much more than that. I finally feel safe all thanks to you. I finally have a home," I tell him.
"You deserve to feel safe, to have a home and be loved, Artemis," he tells me, placing a hand on my cheek. He leans in to kiss me but before he can, his stomach growls and we both laugh.
"Go and eat, I am going to unpack and get settled in here," I tell him.
"Okay, I will bring you and your mom food up when I get done," he tells me.
"Alright," I tell him and he turns to leave," And Embry?"
He turns back towards me," Yea?"
"I love you."
"I love you too," he says coming back over and placing a gentle kiss on my lips before leaving.
I start unpacking, first my clothes, into the drawers of the dresser. Then unpack the few books that I have, including, of course, The Notebook. I set them up on the dresser nicely. The last bag I have to unpack is the smallest and only holds a few very personal items. Items from my dad.
First is a dark brown wooden music box my father had left me when I was little, and when you open the top the music to the Quileute song he use to sing, plays, while a wolf seems to be dancing. I put that on the night stand by the bed. Second, is the only picture I have left of my dad. It is a picture of our family, when I had just been born. My mother was holding me and my father had one arm wrapped around her and the other hand he placed on the side of my cheek. They were both smiling and happy. I hide the picture in the music box. The rest of the things are simple items like my hairbrush, toothbrush and all that.
As I unpack the last of my stuff there is a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," I say loud enough for whoever it is to hear me.
"Its me," my mom tells me as she comes in.
"Oh, hi mom," I say to her.
"You get all unpacked?" she asks me, sitting on the bed.
"Yea, just put the last of it all away. What about you?"
"Yup, though not much to unpack in the first place," she tells me.
"That's true," I reply.
"Come sit in front of me and I will brush your hairl like I use to," she says, patting the bed in front of her. I do as she says and sit down in front of her. She starts brushing my hair," Now we haven't had much time to talk about everything going on I want to start off by saying, I'm sorry Artemis. I'm sorry for failing you as a mother. I-"
"Mom, st-" I try to butt in as I turn to look at her, but she cuts me off.
"Artemis let me finish. I'm sorry for letting that awful man into our lives. For letting him hurt you over and over. For letting him take away your childhood and your innocence. I am so sorry for abandoning you for all these years and defending that man over and over again. I hop one day you forgive me Artemis. Just know that I love you sweetie," she says, tears falling down her face. I reach up and wipe them away.
"There is nothing to forgive mom, because this wasn't your fault. You were still hurt from losing dad and he came in and showed you kindness. You didn't know what he was. All of the things he did, are his fault, not yours. He is to blame, not you, okay? I love you mom," I tell her, pulling her into a hug as tear fall from both our eyes.
We stay hugging each other for a little while. Then she pulls away and looks me over," You have turned into such a strong and beautiful young woman, Artemis right before my eyes. You will make a wonderful mother, even with the circumstance," she tells me. She then motions for me to turn back around and she continues to brush my hair," Now tell me about this Embry fellow…" she says and I laugh but start to tell her all about him.
I tell her all about Embry and speak of the devil himself, he knocks on the door, bringing dinner up for us. He saw that we were having a mother/daughter moment, so he delivers the food then leaves us to our talking. After telling her all about Embry, I go on and tell my mom about meeting Embry's mom.
"I would love to meet her," my mom says.
"And I am sure she would love to meet you too. Maybe this week we could have dinner together," I tell her.
For the rest of the night we play catch up on each other. Though my mom didn't have much to say. Where I had school to escape, she had none. So I told her about Brady and my paintings.
"You paint?" she asks.
"Yea. I found out that it helps me get out built up emotion, and from what my teacher says, I am a good one at that," I tell her.
"Your father use to paint too. He was an amazing painter," she says.
"I never knew that," I respond.
"Now you know where you get it from. We both knew it wasn't from me," she says and we both laugh," It's getting late and you have school in the morning. You need to get to bed."
"Okay mom," I reply. She gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"I love you, sweetie," she tells me.
"I love you too," I say to her.
"Goodnight," she says, heading towards the door.
"Goodnight mom," I reply.
I get up and put on a pair of pajama bottoms and a baggy t-shirt. I climb into bed and as I am about to turn off the light, there is a knock on the door.
"Come in," I say to them.
"I'm back, if that is okay?" Embry says, popping his head into my room.
"Get in here," I tell him.
He comes in, only wearing a pair of cut-offs and I take in his shirtless body. I scoot over so he can fit on the bed. He lays on his back and I curl up into his side, laying my cast arm on his chest. He turns off the light and we just lay there in silence for a while. I almost was asleep.
"Can I ask you something," Embry asks, waking me up completely.
"You just did, but you can ask a second question, yes?" I tell him sleepily.
"What did your mom mean about that house not always being awful?" he asks.
"Well, that house was my mom and dad's first house together after they got married. All those memories of my dad are there. That's what she meant," I tell him.
"Oh, you never told me what happened to your dad," he says, seeming to just make the statement but I knew he wanted to know what happened.
"I was 3 and the sun was starting to set in the early summer. My mom and dad loved each other but they weren't perfect. They did fight and well that evening, they had a big one but I have no idea what it was about. He left saying he was going for a walk to clear his head. And that was the last we say him. My mom assumed that night he just stayed with a friend. The next day, someone found him in the woods near Forks. The police determined it as an animal attack," I tell him, tears escaping.
Embry turns my face towards him, wipes the tears away and kisses my forehead," I'm so sorry, Artemis," I nod and lay my head back down. Soon after that we both fall asleep.
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-Kels :)