So I know it's been awhile, I've just been really busy and sick. But at least it's up now right? I promise things will start moving in the story now. It's just harder for the romance to start because she is such a free and stubborn spirit. Anyways, feel free to question me on anything.

Chapter Five

Asha POV

I wasn't grounded, it just felt liken the room with me, scared I would try to run away again. And dad had taken out money from the bank to get me a cell phone so he would always be able to check in on me. If I didn't answer a call then he would call the police reporting me as missing. And he wasn't joking about it.

I was home for only one week. It was a pain full week. A mix between sitting on the couch with dad while he watched football, or sitting in Rachel's room while she brushed my hair or did my makeup-because I totally went out and had a life, not-or chatting it up with her boyfriend Paul, who seemed okay, but sort of scared me. It was alright I guess. I still haven't talked to anyone else. Meaning Quil and Embry.

While Paul and I were talking about some stupid thing, making small talk, the phone rang and Rebecca peeled out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. No one knew I was home yet except for those who had seen me, so she informed me she would answer the phone.

"Hello?" She said, breathlessly.

I hit Paul on the shoulder. "You might love her, but show her some respect and don't stare." I hissed. He gave me a cocky grin and looked away.

Rachel's eyes brightened. "Becca! I was waiting for your call! You wont believe it!" She dropped the phone from her ear and turned to me. "Ayasha, come here, Rebecca is on the phone."

Silently I got up and took the phone. "Hey, Rebecca, how are you?"

"Ayasha, is that you?"

I nodded, and then remembered that she couldn't see me. "Yeah, its me. Are you really married?"

"Mmmhmm. I can't believe your home! How come no one called me?" Rebecca had a voice close to Rachel's, only, Rebecca didn't talk much unless you got her going, and let me tell you-she was going now. "I'm gonna get a flight home, flights are so expensive...Its been so long since I've been up there. Crap!" She started yelling to someone on her line of the phone, probably her husband. "The soonest we can get on a plane is not for another two weeks, is that okay?"

"It's fine Rebecca. Maybe dad will actually let me meet you at the airport."

"You're grounded?"

I laughed. "I wish. If I was grounded then at least I'd be left alone. I can't even take a shower without Rachel sitting on the floor holding up a conversation with me." I saw the hurt look in Rachel's eyes and inwardly flinched. "Not that I don't mind, it's just..."

"A girl needs her space. I know."

I picked up the phone coward and took it just out of hearing of Rachel and sat on the floor. "Do you miss it here?"

"Sometimes...But I think it's just more that I miss the people there."

"Have you tried coming back?" I asked, clinging to the phone.

"Once, I left in tears. Mom is everywhere there." Rebecca whispered. The day of the accident flashed in my mind. "I haven't been back since. Rachel felt the same way, but she ran out of excuses to stay away. Then she met Paul and she never wanted to leave."

"They don't trust me that I'm not going to run again. And I'm not. Not yet anyways. Not that I'm here I want to see people. I want to have fun."

She sighed, "Give them time. Show them they can trust you. You were gone so long Ayasha...It broke everyone's hearts."

"Thanks Rebecca." I smiled. "That helped a lot."

"Anytime little sister. I have to go now, but I'll call you tomorrow."

Before we hung up I gave her my cell number so we could text each other. Rebecca was easy to talk to. And I'm sure Rachel would be too, if she wasn't around me every waking minute. It was getting frustrating.

I set the phone down and jumped to my feet, skipping into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked, following me.

"I'm gonna make something for dinner for dad. Believe it or not I can actually cook."

She grimaced. "Believe it or not there's not really anything in the fridge."

"Oh..."

There was an awkward silence in the room, and then she smiled. "I can go get dressed and run to the store and pick some things up for you, just tell me what you need..." She trailed off when Paul walked into the room, shaking his head.

"You still have soap in your hair, Rach, you need to finish your shower. Why don't I take her to the store?" Paul said, causing my eyes to widen and Rachel to tremble. "It's right down the road. We'll be fine. And I'll bring her right back."

Rachel turned to me, "Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" I shouted and jumped to my feet. "I'll go get dressed."

I bounded across the kitchen and into the room that I was sharing with Rachel.

There was only a few things that I had to wear, so I pulled on the ones with the least amount of holes. Getting out of the house for the first time was a very special occasion. And yes, I still managed to look like something that had been pulled in off the street. My jeans had holes all up the legs, and my tank top was tight and blood red with one tiny little hole in it. I brushed back my hair, letting it fall back down to my waist.

Paul and Rachel were talking quietly in the kitchen when I walked out. Rachel checked to make sure I head my cell phone on me and then she squeezed my hand.

"Come on squirt." Paul said.

The walk was quiet to the store. I was just so happy to be out of the house and I was walking, looking around at everything. The tress, the sky, the ground. I was just so happy to b out and about. I was practically skipping. Paul just looked at me like I was going insane.

At the store I decided I would make something that I'm sure no one had had in a long time.

Moms spaghetti.

So many times I had watched her make it, I bet I could still do it. I would need the pasta and stuff to make the sauce and...Oh, I would also need bread and garlic butter, and meet. I grabbed a basket looking around for what I needed, Paul of course was on my trail. When the basket go too heavy for me he took over, and we were just about to head to the cash when we turned a corner and I ran into a woman.

"Oh, sorry, Rachel." She laughed, and kept moving, smiling at Paul.

Paul smirked at her. "Sue, this isn't Rachel. It's Ayasha."

Her eyes dropped and her hand flew to her mouth, and she threw her arms around me in a hung. "Your home, Billy must be so pleased. When did you get back?"

"A week ago." I groaned.

"She's on lockdown." Paul informed her. "Billy might kill me if he finds out I took her out of the house, but she was dying in there."

Sue nodded. "I wont tell. You take care, Ayasha."

Once she was out of ear shot I looked at Paul. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Getting me out of the house before I died." With that said I continued up the isle. I checked the basket, making sure we had everything we needed. "Can you take it to the cash, I just need to grab one last thing."

The isles were just as I remembered, and I knew which one to walk down to get what I needed. It was almost like I was a little girl, walking down to get it with mom. Quickly I picked it up and ran back to the counter, setting it down. Paul gave me a funny look, and I shrugged looking away.

The person behind the counter turned around and I almost gasped.

Quil.

Quil.

I wanted for him to look at me and smile. But he only looked at me with a blank look on his face.

"Hey Paul, hello Asha..."

"Quil," I smiled. "How are you?"

He shrugged and started scanning the items.

I frowned. "What have you been up too?"

"Oh, you know, just taking down Missing Person fliers."

Flinching, I took a step back. I was about to give up there. But I wouldn't. "Quil, you can't hate me. I mean, I did come back now, didn't I?"

"You should never have run away." he snapped.

"At least I'm back." I snapped at him. "Do you want to spend the next six years hating me? Not talking to me? I just want our friendship to go back to normal."

"I wanted our friendship to go back to normal years ago. I wanted you to return but you never did. You expect me to forgive you now?"

"Yes!"

He just looked down. My heart dropped, and I had to turn around so no one would see the tear that just came to my eye. Paul paid and grabbed the bags. I followed him out of the store.

Someone held the door open for Paul. I froze when I saw him. He just walked in and let the door swing shut, not even looking at me. Embry went over to the counter to talk to Quil. I glared, and for the first time this week thought of running away right now. But Paul was waiting for me and I knew he was faster and stronger then me. He would just catch me and pull me back to the house and I wouldn't be allowed out at all.

I stocked up the shelves, but instead of making dinner, I just went to my room and laid down on my bed and cried, locking the door so Rachel wouldn't come in. I think Paul advised her that I would need my privacy because she didn't knock on the door.

Why was it hurting me so much that my two best friends wouldn't talk to me? A memory from when we were all seven came back to my head.

The tree fort had just been built in the middle of the woods, and we were all excited to go up into it for the first time. Our parents looked up at it, smiling, happy with the job they just did. Jake was the first one to climb up the latter, then it was Quil. Embry offered to go last, just so he could make sure that I didn't fall.

It was amazing. It was big enough for us to put up posters and play games and just hang out.

"No one else is allowed here." Jake said.

"Just us four." I agreed.

To make it final we carved all of our names into one of the walls.

I still wanted that friendship. But it would never be the same, would it? Jake was gone and I had been gone for six years. Maybe I had to just accept that there was no going back. I'll make new friends. I'll be okay.

All I have to do it be strong.

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