Anna POV

I felt sick. I was lying on my bed at Sam's house. How did I get here? It didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was that I was at Sam's, which meant Sam knew what had happened. He was going to be so incredibly angry! What if he sends me back to England? He wouldn't do that, would he? Maybe he would if I really messed up, and I had really messed up. I looked at the clock, it was 7:35am. I tried to recall last night's events. I remembered something about Becky and Hannah making out, but it wasn't Hannah, and for some reason the word 'ragdolls' was ringing around my head. But I knew one thing, Sam was furious. I remember I had sobered up a bit before I was put in my bed, Sam was shouting 'How much have you had?' and they were talking about taking me down the hospital, but I begged them not to. I realised I was still wearing my party clothes from yesterday, they smelt of vodka. I quickly took them off and threw on some trackies and a t-shirt. I would shower later.

Slowly my bedroom door began to open, I froze. If it was Sam, I was about to die. But it wasn't, it was Embry, I think he had stayed over last night.

"Hey Hun, how you feeling?" He asked, he could see I was awake.

"Sick, but I don't have a headache. Embry, I'm scared." I said. Embry chuckled.

"You should be. You're going to die! Sam is so mad, I can't even describe it, and I've seen him pretty mad in my time!" He laughed at my terrified face. "I gotta stay to watch this, you're going down!"

"Embry stop it! What happened last night?" I asked him, scared of the answer.

"I don't know what happened at the party, but Leah said it was hilarious. I picked you up at half ten and drove you home. All the way you were singing 'I'm a little ragdoll short and spout, lift me up and pour me out!'. Well you were trying to, you couldn't really talk properly. You blacked out for a while and we were really worried but then we got you home and Sam was yelling at you. I told him he shouldn't yell at you because you couldn't understand what he was saying. I persuaded him you didn't need the hospital, you just kept saying 'Sleeeep' over and over so eventually he left you to sleep it off." Embry was laughing all the way through his explanation.

"Oh shit. Was he mad at Leah?" I asked him, it was my fault if he yelled at me but I couldn't handle him being mad with Leah.

"Yeah he was, but I think he was mostly worried about you. I think he's waiting in the living room to speak to you. You might as well get it over with." There was a pause of silence. I needed to ring her before I spoke to him.

"Embry… do you think he will send me back to England?" I asked. Embry froze and looked up at me. He looked concerned and kind of mad. Why? I really hope Sam hasn't told him about what happened back in England.

"No, he's mad but because he cares about you. He won't ever send you back there." he said firmly. Ok, now I was really worried that Sam had said something to him. Embry seemed way too serious, it wasn't like him. I picked up my phone and dialled Leah's number.

"Hey Babe. How's your head?" She laughed, ok at least she wasn't mad at me.

"It's fine actually I feel sick though. Are you ok? Are you mad? Was Sam mad at you? Leah I'm so sorry." I cried down the phone. She just laughed.

"Haha don't worry about it babe. He'll get over it with me sooner or later. Have you spoken to him yet?"

"No, I'm going to in a sec, but I'm terrified."

"Ahh you should be. No I'm joking, he'll be angry…obviously, but he'll get over it. I just hope you've learnt your lesson!" I laughed with her.

"I'll call you later babe. That's if I make it through this morning." She laughed.

"Ok babe see you!" She hung up the phone. This was it. My moment of terror. Time to face Sam.

I slid off the bed and grabbed Embry's arm.

"You're coming with me." I said, being with Sam alone in the room would be even worse.

Sam sat on a single chair, staring at the floor. I sat opposite him on another chair, staring at him. Embry sat on the sofa leaning in as to not miss any excitement. He made me want to laugh, but it probably wasn't the right time. After what seemed like a lifetime, Sam finally looked up from the floor.

"So I'm sat here right. Just watching TV, and Embry turns up." His tone was hostile, I'd never heard him speak like this before, "And in his arms, there's you. Paralytic. Unconscious. Stinking of alcohol." He looked and stared straight into my eyes with anger. "And this is the girl, who promised me she wouldn't drink. I trusted you Anna, and you threw that back in my face." I was shaking, a tear escaped from my eye. I knew this was my fault. I had to face up to the consequences, but it was torture to see him speak to me like this, as if he wishes he had never laid eyes on me.

"I'm so so so so sorry Sam. I know it's my fault, I regret it so much. I'm sorry." And I really was sorry, Sam had changed everything for me. He had brought me into his life when I needed him most. He was all I had, and now I had blown it. I had lost his trust and he hated me for it.

"You think sorry is just going to fix this?" He shouted. I was properly crying now, I couldn't help it. I loved Sam, and I'd upset him so much. He got up from his chair and stormed out of the room. I broke down in sobs. Embry got out of his chair and came over to comfort me. He put his arm around me and stroked my hair.

"Aww don't cry sweetheart. He's overreacting, and he's being too harsh on you. Just give him some time to cool off." I couldn't help but cry more.

"No Embry, I'm so sorry for this. I really am. I feel so guilty, I wish I could just make things better for him, I should never have come here, I've just ruined his life." Embry took my head and forced me to look into his eyes.

"Anna listen to me, do you really think he would be this mad if he didn't care about you? He loves you. Sam just tends to overreact. Ever since you've got here all he's done is go on about how he loves having you here and is so glad to have his baby sister back. Don't even think about going back to England, I wouldn't let you." I wiped my tears away. This was not going to help. I needed to make it up to Sam, and I would somehow.

Suddenly, a large envelope came through the letter box. I got up and picked it up. It was addressed to me. But who would be writing to me? Especially when I had only just moved here.

"Anna, I got to go meet Jake and Paul. Don't worry about Sam, he'll come around." Embry said as he got up, he leant over and kissed me on the forehead like Sam usually does. After he'd left I went up to my room and was about to open the envelope when Emily came into my room. Before she could say anything I cut in.

"Emily I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen." She walked over a wrapped me in a hug.

"Don't worry, at your age you're bound to make these kind of mistakes. I actually had a word with Sam, I think he is being way too harsh on you. It's just the way he is." She looked so beautiful and motherly.

"Thank you Em. You really are so nice to me." I smiled at her.

"I'm just going to do some shopping, you need anything?" She asked.

"No, I'm okay thanks."

I spent the rest of the day doing things like homework and cleaning. I wasn't particularly trying to win Sam over, but I just wanted to lay low for a while, and stay out of trouble. At dinner, Sam didn't look or speak to me. I went to bed early.

It was Thursday, four days since the party and Sam still wasn't speaking to me. I was starting to think he never would. I had thought about trying to talk to him and say sorry, but I was scared of how he would react. It was when I was sitting in my room waiting for my computer to load up I saw the large white envelope sitting on my desk, unopened, addressed to me in hand-written writing. I hadn't opened it! I had completely forgotten about it. I picked it up from my desk, and began to tear away at the sealing. I pulled out a note and a photograph. The note was in front so I read it first. It said.

'I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.'

I moved the note to see what the picture was, it was a picture of me, one which had been taken back in England, taken by him. The picture was one of the better ones, I was standing behind a pole, but it was the only thing covering my body. Unable to move, I dropped the pieces of paper to the floor. 'I know where you are' it had said. He knew where I was. A shiver ran through my body, I didn't know where to turn. Fear pulsed inside of me. He was going to come find me. He knew where I lived. I had to get out of here, or I had to tell Sam. I couldn't tell him, he couldn't find out about me, not that he cared anymore, he hated me now. I grabbed the picture and note from the floor and ran down the stairs, I glimpsed at Sam sitting in the living room, staring vacantly at the TV. I couldn't face him, I turned and ran out of the front door. I didn't care where I was going, just as long as my feet kept carrying me. I ran, across roads and past trees. I kept repeating to myself,

"Keep running. Just run, go. It's ok. Run, run, run."

I tripped over branches, and trees cut at my arms as I ran past them. I was in the woods now. Scared, and alone. But this was good, I needed to be alone. I was safe when I was alone. I tripped over a rock and landed flat on my face in the middle of the wood. Mud wiped all over my face, mixed with my tears. I sat up and rested my head on my knees, I hated crying like this. Like when a toddler loses their toy and it's literally the end of their world, they cry as if it's all that matters and their life may as well end, that is how I felt now. I screwed up the papers in my hand, the ones which held my cruel past, and gave me a glimpse of my future. I realised now he would never stop, he wanted me and he would not stop until he got me. This was it, the life I was destined to have, I stared into my own eyes, the eyes in the photo. I was putting on a seductive face, but I could see if I looked deeply into those eyes, that I was dying inside. I tore at the muddy ground with my hands, why did this have to happen to me? I lifted me head to look around the woods. He could be anywhere. He could be watching me right now!

Sam POV

This is all my fault, all my fault! How could I be so stupid? She's gone. She ran off somewhere, I've driven her to do this. What if she's in danger? I could never forgive myself if something happened to her. She made a mistake, I should have let it go. I shouldn't have dragged it on for this long. How could I do this to her? To see her crying like she was, and then just walking out. I was a crap brother. I was in wolf form, searching through the trees, every time I caught her scent the strong winds blew it away. Where was she? She knew that the woods were dangerous, I had tried to warn her...

Don't worry Sam we'll find her. Embry thought from the other side of the wood.

We'd better. I thought back.

I think Jared's in the woods. Should we find him and get him to help us? He thought.

No. We'll find her. We have to. I thought back. We would find her.

Anna POV

I couldn't do this anymore. What was the point? I shouldn't have come here, I should have known he would follow me, and now I had no choice. I had to go back, I couldn't risk putting Sam in danger or letting him find out what happened. Loud footsteps suddenly sounded in front of me, my head snapped up. It was Jared.

"Anna?" He said.

Shit. I thought to myself.

"Anna? What's wrong?" He ran to me and sat down beside me. "What are you doing in the woods alone? It's dangerous Anna, you shouldn't be here."

I didn't care. I couldn't think of anything but the papers in my hand. Jared hugged me as I sobbed into his shoulder. After about ten minutes he lifted me up and started carrying me back, I assumed he was going to Sam's house.

Only five minutes had passed since we got back to Sam's. Me and Jared were sitting on my bed, he had his arm comfortingly on my shoulder. Sam burst into my room, obviously Emily had told him we were back. Here we go, he was going to shout at me, but I didn't care anymore. I had bigger things on my mind.

"Anna?" He whispered. "Anna!" He ran over and threw his arms around me. What was he doing? "Anna I'm so sorry! Anna I shouldn't have been so hard on you, I should have listened to Emily and Embry. I'm so so sorry. Don't ever do that to me again." Fresh tears escaped from my eyes, Sam had forgiven me. At last. He was back. Only a few hours ago that had been the only thing I wanted, the only thing I cared about. Now it seemed so small, like it didn't even matter. It was nothing compared to what I had to face. "Anna don't cry. I'm sorry." He grabbed my arms tightly. "Please." He begged. He thought I was crying because he'd been angry with me. Little did he know. I shook my head in despair. What was I to say? Could I really keep this from him forever? I didn't think so.

With shaking hands, I slowly unscrewed the dirty bits of paper in my hand. Slowly I moved my hand out and gave them to Sam. He was kneeling on the carpet in front of me now. Jared was still sat with his arm around my shoulder. Sam's face was filled with shock and disgust as he gazed at the photo in front of his eyes. Jared's arm tightened around me. Sam looked up into my eyes. This was it…