Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight related.

Man, I suck. So I promised myself that over Christmas break I would write and go to the library for wireless to post it. I suck. It's been over a month and finally I'm back at school. Thank you for all the reviews/favorites/story alerts; they have worked. They made me feel guilty and push me to finish this story. So I'm happy to announce that after this chapter there will be an official ending! Yay! Thanks to all my loyal reviewers for their support, otherwise this would probably never get finished.

"…And then he ran out of the bathroom with nothing but a diaper on his head."

I laughed as Mrs. Call continued to tell an embarrassing story about Embry. We didn't just talk about him though. I had been working here for a few weeks now and I loved every minute of it. I found that I could talk about a whole bunch of things with her. I was quickly becoming the daughter she had never had.

After all the 'traditional' baby shower games all of us women had settled down to watch Emily open all of her gifts and then we started to tell stories; my favorite part of the night by far. Emily was absolutely glowing, and she had loved the rubber duckie set I had gotten her along with the blanket my mother had crocheted. I had always hated baby showers before, but this one changed my mind for sure.

As I watched her move around the house, her hand resting on her rounded belly, I couldn't help but picture myself in the same position in a few years. Me, resting on a plump sofa, my hand on my stomach, with Embry's arm wrapped around me. Once I had vowed to never have children, but now that I had met Embry things had changed. But seeing 'The Miracle of Life' video at school three times still made me a bit wary; apparently I had gotten the message, but not a lot of my classmates had. Having children with Embry didn't scare the hell out of me completely because I knew he would always be around, but that didn't mean I wanted to pop out a kid in the next year.

When Embry came to pick me up I greeted him with a smile and a peck on the lips. He smiled back down at me and it hit me just how much we were right for each other. I was almost sure that even if he hadn't imprinted on me, we would have found a way to be together.

***

Ever since the baby shower the idea of marriage hasn't left my mind. I'll be cleaning a sink and suddenly: 'Hey you could be doing this in your own house with Embry.' The notion of marriage to Embry wasn't a bad thing of course, and it would have its perks; like getting out of my parent's house, being with him all the time, and being able to do the 'horizontal tango', as Addie called it, without feeling guilty.

So with these thoughts on my mind, I wasn't really paying attention much. It was dark already when I emerged from the library and headed towards my car. I had locked up, so I was all alone in the parking light; with only one solitary street light to guide my way. My key was in the lock when I felt someone's hand close over my mouth and the other grab my waist firmly.

"When are you going to realize that I don't give up that easily, Myra?"

Adam's voice sent shivers down my spine and I tried to react quickly. I bit his hand, but he just laughed and started to tug me back towards his car. Once he threw me in the back, my wrists bound, he slipped into the driver's seat and sped out of the parking lot.

"I really hate that it's had to come to this, Myra." He sighed as we turned off the main road and onto the road through the forest. "I bided my time in high school, but you never got the hint."

"Oh, I got the hint." I rolled my eyes. "I don't like you!"

"Shut up!" He yelled, and I immediately snapped my mouth shut. "You'll learn to like to me."

With those words hanging in the air, he reached back and slammed my head against the glass of the window.

***

When I next opened my eyes, I blinked around the dark room. To say I was confused was an understatement; I was very disoriented. I have always been disoriented when I wake up in the morning, but usually only for a second. It wasn't until I felt a throbbing pain on the back of my head that I came out of my state.

Adam had kidnapped me, and knocked me out. Oh good Lord, what had he done to me while I was unconscious? I sat up quickly, scanning my body for clothes. I was completely dressed, thank God, but the fact that I was on a queen sized bed did not escape my notice. I peered through the darkness and saw that the only thing in the room was the bed and now me. So, he hadn't done anything yet, but he would. The sick bastard probably wanted me to be awake for every single horrifying moment of it.

Why was I being negative? I had to find a way out of this. By now Embry would at least be aware that I was gone and start looking for me. I couldn't rely on him though; I was alone in this. I couldn't give up, I wouldn't let him win.

The room had one window, covered with a dark curtain. I bounded off the bed and to the window. It wasn't locked and when I lifted it up there was just a screen between me and the outside. Adam wouldn't be that stupid would he? No, he had to be smarter than that. This had to be a trap of some kind. I looked down at the ground; I was at least three floors up, maybe in an attic or something. There wasn't any way I could get out through the window without seriously hurting myself and he knew that. Hence, his lack of precaution.

The door and the window were my only exits; the door had to be locked, but something in my gut told me to check anyway. Sure enough the door was locked, just as I expected. The tears emerged suddenly without much warning and soon I was stomach down on the bed crying my heart out.

"You won't be crying soon, Myra."

I quickly sat up, wiped my tears from my face, and saw him standing in the doorway dressed in a robe. Good, he was more exposed for me to hurt him. If he thought I would submit to him without a fight he was wrong; I'd scratch his eyes out before I let him touch me intimately.

"Myra, why'd we waste all that time? We're perfect for each other don't you see?" He stated, an evil smirk on his lips. "Both out casted for our talents in school, misunderstood, and unloved."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you honestly think that Embry guy loves you the way I do?" He asked as he moved into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him. With the light spilling in from the hallway, it was hard to see his face as he drew near to me.

"You don't love me, you're obsessed with me." I stated.

"What do you know about my love?!"

He didn't wait for me to make another statement, instead he shoved me down against the bed and pinned my arms above my head with one of his hands. I saw the satisfied grin cross his face as he rubbed himself against the lower half of my body.

"I hate you." I spat in his face.

"You don't mean that."

His free hand wiped my spit from his face and then traced down my neck and to my breasts. I cringed as he was absorbed in stroking my breasts and saw my opportunity. He hadn't bothered to pin my legs, so I brought my knee up into his crotch. In his surprise, he released my hands and I shoved him to the floor. I rolled off the bed, kicked him in the crotch again and ran from the room. I wanted to do so much more to him, but I needed to get out of there before he won the advantage again.

It wasn't hard to find my way out, and I kept running until I was well into the woods; the house far behind me. I had no idea where I was, and as a stitch in my side sent pain searing through my body I finally halted my running. I slumped to the ground, not caring that wetness was seeping through my jeans.

I don't know how long I sat there until I heard the pounding of…dare I saw paws….against the muddy earth. I stood up and readied myself to run again, in case it was Adam, but released a sigh of relief when two furry figures came into my view. They weren't Embry, but I threw myself at them anyway. I buried my head in the soft black fur of one of them until the other nudged me in the back with his nose. I took the hint and turned my back as they morphed back.

"What are you doing out here, Myra?" Sam questioned as Quil wrapped his arms around my shuddering body. "What the hell happened to you? There's dry blood on the back of your head!"

Quil turned me in his arms and examined the back of my head. I winced as he ran his fingers over the bump gently, but didn't make a sound. I needed Embry; right now.

"Myra, Embry is looking for you." Sam said soothingly. "What happened?"

I took a deep breath, "Adam kidnapped me."

Sam looked completely pissed, and sent Quil a meaningful look. Quil moved me away and I heard Sam change back into his wolf form. In the next second I felt myself being scooped up into Quil's strong arms; so much like Embry's, but not what I needed.

"Do you remember where the house was, Myra?" Quil asked gently.

"That way." I pointed. "But I have no idea how far I ran."

"That's alright; the important thing is that you got out of there before he could hurt you."

"Where's Embry?" I asked quietly.

"He and Sam have some business to take care of." He replied.

"Is he going to kill him?"

I didn't receive an answer, but that was all the answer I needed. I should have been disturbed by the fact that they were going to kill Adam, but I wasn't. Adam was sick and would stop at nothing to obtain me. I sure as hell wouldn't miss him.

***

After Quil took me home and kindly told my parents a lie, I waited in my bed for Embry to come. I had purposely left the window open, even though the cold air spilling into the room made me shiver. I burrowed farther down in my blankets and tried to fight my heavy eyelids. It was a useless battle apparently, because I slowly drifted off.

When I opened my eyes again, early morning night was spilling in from the window. I blinked away the fog that covered my eyes and checked the window. It was shut. I searched the room frantically and found Embry asleep on the floor next to my bed. I threw back the covers and curled up behind him on the floor; my arm around his waist.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled.

"I love you." I whispered.

He rolled over and pulled me into his warm and comforting arms; the arms that I had craved last night. He held me close and kissed the top of my head tenderly before one of his hands started to feel around the back of my head gently.

"I'm proud of you." He stated, as he pulled away far enough to look me in the eyes.

"Why's that?"

"You got away from him. I should have been there for you; he shouldn't have been able to even get within twenty feet of you."

I smiled, "Don't blame yourself, Embry. I took care of him, and I'm alright."

It was quiet between the two of us until the urge to ask the question plaguing my mind finally won over. I had to know if he and Sam had really done what I had thought they did.

"What did you and Sam do to him?"

He was quiet and I sucked in a breath.

"We didn't kill him Myra!"

"You didn't?"

"No! We made it look like he inflicted all of his wounds on himself and delivered him personally to the nearest mental institution."

I felt a pang of disappointment, but only for the fact that Adam was alive somewhere. But I was happy that Embry hadn't murdered someone just for me. I didn't want to have to put him through that and apparently I didn't have to; they'd found a solution.

"Embry, let's get married."

"What?" He sputtered.

I had no idea what possessed me to just blurt that out, but it had happened nonetheless and couldn't be taken back. Strangely, I didn't want to take it back. Why wait for something that I was already sure of?

"Why should we wait?" I questioned. "I know this is real; I know that I will never love anyone more than I love you. So, what do you say?"