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Authors Note: Alright then I'm going to be generous as I'm in a very good mood at the moment so I shall upload a few more chapters tonight one at a time...:D Please Review and the like I hate to do this but I'm almost guaranteed usually to upload when I get a review on a chapter it just makes me work faster so...:D (Quil will definetly be putting in an appearance tonight!)
Chapter Ten
I smiled at Emily despite myself and knew that she understood what my household had been like in comparison to my cousins. "Thank you" I practically whispered before blushing. "You're absolutely welcome, I mean that, your family Claire and I know it must be strange for you to suddenly be thrown in the deep end like this but we are all so happy to have you back!".
The way that Emily spoke and the sincere expression made me believe that she genuinely was happy to have me in her life, but there was something else. An undertone in her voice, another reason for her being glad to have me back in La Push, I couldn't place it so put it down to imagination. I shrugged at Emily before answering, "Actually it feels pretty natural… surprisingly considering that I don't remember the last time I saw you!". Emily smiled again at this, I couldn't imagine the woman ever wearing anything but a smile on her face. She looked at me thoughtfully before continuing. "You don't remember anything from the last time you were in La Push?… when you were a kid I mean?". Emily asked me wearing an odd expression that immediately brought me back to my thinking about how she seemed to have an ulterior motive. It seemed harmless nothing bad but it was curious. I thought back to when I was a child trying to remember the last time I had seen Emily.
I shook my head slowly at Emily, "No… not really…" I started before I remembered something which startled me, it was a dream I used to have when I was a kid and looking around the room I realised that this was the setting. "Actually there was something.." I said whilst staring into the distance trying to remember the details exactly. Emily sat up at this rigid and alert in her seat. "Well its quite vague.. But I used to have a dream when I was a kid… it was in this room and I was playing cars with someone….and the person was important.. I was angry because they didn't play properly and then they left and I used to cry for a long time after they left…and every time I woke I would have another asthma attack…." I trailed off surprised at my remembering the exact details, Emily's eyes widened in surprise at this and she nodded thoughtfully before changing the subject to how I had come here.
I quickly looked down at my hands wringing them nervously as I spoke, "Well…here's the thing… she doesn't exactly know that I'm here…my Mam I mean, I got the bus here instead she's gone to Seattle for the day for some meeting". I trailed off nervously almost expecting her to send me back to the hotel, instead she nodded her head smiling a small smile though the corners of her mouth turned down, the only sign of disapproval. "I thought as much… for you to come back so soon isn't exactly something I would imagine Jane letting you do.." Emily trailed off, and looked at me and seemed to consider something for a moment, "Claire your mother and I might have our issues ….it wasn't always like that though we used to be pretty close ….when your mother left our parents weren't too happy but I still spoke with her …..what I'm trying to say is that I've seen the way you reacted to the way the kids talked about growing up and I'm guessing that your upbringing was a little different ….please don't think that I'm trying to criticise your mother in any way I know that she only does what she thinks is best for you ..even if she sometimes does get that wrong.." Emily shifted awkwardly in her seat, obviously worried that she may have gone too far.
I thought about what Emily had just said and nodded my head slightly at her in order to calm her until I could think of what to say in response. "Well ….you could say that I guess …. Mum didn't really approve of my friends or most of the things that I was …..and still am interested in for that matter…Susan's the favourite …..I don't mind I know that she cares about me in her own way but we aren't close at all … she wanted the perfect child made in her likeness kind of thing ….and like I said Susan was the favourite, and she was to my mother the perfect daughter". Emily looked at me sympathetically, but I knew that she knew what I was saying was true, she didn't try and argue with me that I was wrong or anything like that; in Emily I felt like I had finally found the mother I had always been missing.