Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I don't own any vampires or werewolves or any of the other wonderful things in the Twilight Saga
Chapter 3: Promises
Emily POV
"You're tired." Sam whispered. He was right. I was drifting in and out of sleep, my head still on his shoulder, sitting in his lap. I just nodded.
Silently, he picked me up and started carrying me.
"No, no, I can walk." I said trying to break from his hold on me. I just grasped me tighter.
"No, you are in no condition to hike in the forest."
"I hiked in the forest to get to this cliff face." He just scowled at me.
"I'm still carrying you. Just sleep." He soothed.
His pace while walking was a lazy jog until he looked down at me and caught a glimpse of the gashes on my cheek.
"I'm truly sorry about that." He murmured quickening his pace. "I will never forgive myself." He said more to himself than to me.
"Sam, no, I know it was an accident, you are already forgiven." I said.
He smiled a pained smile. "Thank you, though your forgiveness and love is the most important thing to me, I don't think I can live with myself after what I did to you."
I sat up straighter in his arms. "You didn't just imply that you were going to kill yourself, did you?"
He paused before responding, which in itself answered my question. "That was my plan." He said quietly.
I squirmed in his arms until he stopped walking and set me on my feet. "No!" I said and slapped his across the face. Though I felt a stinging in my hand, I kept up my fury at his response. "You will never, ever kill yourself! Especially over me! Promise me you will never kill yourself!" He bent his head and wouldn't look me in the eyes. I slapped his again. "Promise me!"
"I can't." He whispered, still avoiding my gaze. I gripped his shoulders and tried to shake him, though he was too strong for me to budge. Giving up on that I tried to lift his chin with my finger. No such luck. I walked over to a log and sat down, waiting for him to stop his pouting. After a few minutes I turn and see him sitting right next to me and I let out a blood-curdling scream.
"I don't think I'd enjoy it very much if you screamed every time you saw me. That would be very depressing." He smiled sadly.
"I'm sorry." I said still gripping my chest with my now frantic heart. "I didn't hear you move and had no idea you would be right next to me." He gave me a genuine smile for the first time.
"Sorry, I'm much more graceful now. Would you like me to be more noisy next time?" He said still smiling.
"Does that mean there will be a next time?" I asked, hopeful he'd promise me he wouldn't kill himself. His smile faded and he looked down again.
"I want to promise you. I want to stay with you forever. But every time I look at you I'd be reminded of what I did and I'd feel such strong remorse the suicidal feeling would come flooding back."
"Are you saying you never want to see me again?" I asked in more pain now than earlier today. (or was it yesterday? Time stands still when I'm with Sam. I wonder why that is…)
"No! God, no! I'd be with you everyday all day of you'd let me! But you'd get tired of me and I couldn't live without you."
"So, you're saying you'll kill yourself if I don't love you." I was confused.
"No! Ugh! God, this is coming out wrong! I would never force that decision upon you. I'm saying that I know you don't like me like that and I'll have to make some…decisions once you're safe." He said hesitantly.
"I don't think so." I said, crossing my arms.
"Huh?" He asked, confused.
"You will not be making any kind of those 'decisions'. Ever. Not for me, not for you, not for anyone. Ev-er."
"Emily, we'll talk about this later. We need a doctor to see you. We wouldn't want you to get an infection, and I'm sure all our sitting around talking has made you loose a lot of blood." He said picking me up again and started walking.
I sighed but knew this conversation was far from over, so that comforted me slightly. This was fight Sam was not going to win.
