Sorry for the delay! School and work are really taking up my life :/
"I'm really sorry for pushing you into the water!" Colter apologized for the hundredth time as him and I sat on the beach with towels wrapped around us.
"It's okay! You didn't mean too!" I reassured him. "So I take it you don't go to Forks High?" He asked.
"No, I go to La Push Tribal School." I said. He gave me a confused look. "I know, I'm not exactly Indian." I responded with a laugh.
"So do you live around here?" He asked. "Yes, just through the woods." I pointed out. "Can I get your number?" He also asked.
"Sure!" I said and gave him my number. "I'll be texting you soon." He said with a wink. I blushed.
"Who's this?" A voice behind me asked. I turned around to see River and Malik. "Colter." I said. God, of course someone had to come and check on me.
"These are my cousins, River and Malik." I introduced my cousins to Colter. I was trying my best to control my anger. "Oh nice!" Colter said while shaking hands with River and Malik.
"Your mom wants you home." Malik told me. Of course she does. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Colter. Text me!" I said with a smile.
"You too,...?" Colter trailed off. "Giselle." I responded. "Giselle." He said with a warm smile.
We parted our ways, and I stayed silent. "C'mon, Ella! Don't be like this!" River pleaded with me. "I'm not a child. I don't need people to come and check on me." I growled.
"Your parents just worry." Malik tried to reason with me. "No. This is what causes teens to runaway." I hissed. River shot Malik and worried look.
Once I got to my front door, I just kept walking through the kitchen, past my parents. "Good, you're safe!" My mom sighed with relief.
I laughed and my parents could tell I wasn't happy. "What is it?" My mom asked as I was about to walk up the stairs.
"Why can't you guys just leave me alone?! I'm not a child, I don't need you guys to have to check up on me every single second!" I screeched at my parents.
"What if you get lost?" My mom said, getting annoyed. "Good! That means i'll be able to get away from all of you!" I said as I slammed my bedroom door.
I locked my door and turned on my music, loud. Usually music is able to calm me down. I laid on my floor, just staring at the ceiling. I know my family loves me, but sometimes its too much. I feel a panic attack so I quickly took some medicine.
My phone vibrated from next to me and it read Bella. Bella is my mom's sister.*
"Hello?" I tried to answer as if I felt fine. "Your mother called. She said you were upset. What's up?"
"I'm sorry, but I need my space. Goodbye." I said and hung up. I needed to get out of here. I can't handle this.
I looked towards my window and saw that a tree was right next to it. Thank you! I thought while looking up towards the sky as if I was praying to God.
I sneakily climbed out of my window and onto the tree. I climbed down the tree and broke into a dead sprint towards the woods. I kept running and I made it through the other side and was now on the beach. I kept running until I fell to my knees, out of breath.
I looked around a realized I have never been this far down the beach yet. There's a first for everything, I guess. I guarantee a search party will be out looking for me in a few minutes.
I brought my knees to my chest and stared out in the ocean in front of me. It looked cloudy in the distance, probably because rain was coming.
All of sudden, I screamed. Not because I was scared, because I was frustrated and angry. I felt a little better, but still overwhelmed.
The screaming turned into crying and then I sat there wondering why I was even crying.
I ended up blaming the crying on my panic attacks. I just really want to go back to Maine. Maine is where I actually sort of fitted in.
I mean, I met Colter and I have a good feeling about us. I've tried pushing my boundaries and being more confident and talkative but that's not me. I've always been shy and quiet. My parents try their best to know what's going on with me and ever sense we moved away from my mom's family, my parents suddenly start checking in on me more often, like they don't know what's going on with me anymore.
I stood up and started skipping rocks against the ocean water. It started sprinkling and I only knew before a matter of time it was going to start down pouring. I heard the crack of thunder and I mentally groaned. Now I'm probably going to end up with a cold. Perfect.
I looked up to the sky as the first rain drops fell and then the down pour started. Fast and hard, my clothes soaked within seconds.
"GISELLA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" A voice behind me yelled over the down pour. I turned around fast to see Danny.
I couldn't find words to speak and before I knew it he ran towards me and threw me over his shoulder, running towards my house now.
"NO!" I screamed finally finding my voice. I started hitting his back. It did no use but I could only try at this point. "We've all been looking for you! Why did you do this to us?!" Danny yelled, the rain coming down harder now.
I started crying again. As we made it through the woods, my house now in sight, Danny sat me down on the sand. He knelt down on one knee so he was eye level with me.
"I know you're scared. But you can't just run off like that. Hell, you escaped from your window! Your mom calls all of our parents, in hysterics, saying you ran away. We all split up, running around like chickens with our heads cut off, frantically trying to find you. I don't mean to make you feel guilty or awful, but in this family, all of us are very protective of one another. Especially the females of this family. If we were to lose you...I don't even want to think about." Danny told me.
I just kept crying, trying to wipe away the tears with my already soaked sweatshirt sleeve. "I don't want to go back." I choked back.
"You have no choice." Danny said as he picked me up again and threw me over his shoulder and started running to my house.
I couldn't feel the rain anymore and I knew we were on my porch. "I found her!" Danny called and Preston was outside in a second and I was in his arms before I had time to react.
"Don't you EVER do that again." He growled and he held me tight. "I'm sorry." I mumbled and blushed a deep red. This can't get any more embarrassing.
Before I knew it, more arms were around me and I imagined they were my brothers. "Hi guys." I said to the best of my ability because right now someones arms were covering my mouth.
I heard the sound of hysterics from the kitchen and suddenly the door open and the person who was crying became closer and closer to me.
I was pulled into this persons arms who I knew as my mother. "Don't ever do that to me again." She said, sobbing.
I went into the house because my mom wanted to get me out of my wet clothes. As I walked in, I noticed my dad sitting at the end of the kitchen table, arms propped up on the table with his fingers interlaced, resting his forehead against them and I couldn't see his face.
"Do you know how worried we all were? Jesus Christ, Gisella! I literally have 911 typed into my keypad right now. Until Danny found you, I was literally two minutes away from pressing the call button." My dad said angrily, still not showing his face.
"Dad..." I tried to begin but stopped. I had no words. I didn't think it would be this bad.
"I don't want to hear it. You disobeyed us. Go up to your room and you can guarantee that's where you'll be for a long time." My dad growled. I left the room quickly and up to my room.
I quickly noticed that I had no door. It had been ripped off its hinges. I growled to myself and walked into my room. I laid on my bed with a defeated sigh.
I saw my phone on the ground and picked it up. I had 37 missed calls and 29 new texts. Every single call was from one of the family members, same as the texts besides one from Colter. I quickly texted him hey and hid my phone when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Where's my door?" I asked when my mom came in. "One of your brothers broke it down." My mother said, rubbing her already red and puffy eyes.
"When am I getting a new one?" I also asked. "When your father and I feel like you've earned it back." She answered.
"I didn't even break my own door so how is that my fault?" I almost shrieked at her. "You ran away. You sent your whole family into a panic attack and we got every one of your brothers and cousins out there to find you, just because you felt upset over us trying to look out for you!" She said, anger rising in her voice.
"Alls you guys do is suffocate me! Why is it so different now that we left living with your family? I'm trying to become my own person, but I can't because I'm always feeling pressure from you guys!" I said.
"You've never mentioned anything to us!" My mom retorted quickly. "That's because you guys always overreact!" I said through clenched teeth.
"That is it. You're grounded. Two months. No going out with friends, you will go to school with your brothers and come home with your brothers. You are not allowed anywhere without an escort. Do I make myself clear?" My mother said, raising an eyebrow.
I ignored her by rolling over to my other side, so I was facing the wall.
"Do I make myself clear?" My mother asked again, growling this time.
"Yes, my life is somehow going to be more controlled than before which I didn't think was possible." I snapped back.
"I don't know where you got your mouth from but you better fix it soon." And with that, she left.
'From my biological parents' I thought to myself.
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School the next day wasn't getting easier. Whenever I saw a family member of mine, they either started to walk with me or follow me. I caught at least five of my cousins secretly following me to class. It didn't help I had class with them.
For lunch, I decided to eat in the library. I got out my packed lunch and started to eat some grapes.
"Excuse me?" A voice from above me spoke. I turned to my right and looked up. A male with chocolate-brown hair that was spiked in the front, a Hollister flannel, khaki straight legged jeans, and Nike shoes, was looking at me.
"Hello." I said to him. "I left my phone at this table. Is it under your bag?" I lifted my backpack and discovered a phone from under it.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologized to him. "Hey, it's no biggie. My fault for leaving it." He assured me and flashed a smile. "I'm Cedar, by the way." He added and stuck out his hand.
I reached me hand out to shake it. "Gisella. Or Giselle." I introduced myself. "Can I sit here?" He asked, pointing to the chair across from me. "Yeah, of course!" I responded.
"Are you new? I haven't seen you before." He asked, observing my face to see if he could remember seeing me before. "No, I just moved here." I said.
"Good to know that there are now five non-Indian kids in this school." He said with a laugh. He, like me, was not of Indian descent so I at least knew one person who also didn't blend in.
"Where did you move from?" He questioned me. "Maine." I responded. "Wow, that's clear across the country. Why?" "My dad has family here so he wanted to be closer to them." I sighed.
"If your dad has family here on the Reservation, then are you-" I cut him off. "Adopted. Yeah, from Hawaii." I finished for him.
"Do you remember it there at all?" He asked while taking a bite of his apple. "Sort of. I was really young when I was adopted so it's all a blur but I remember the warmth." I recalled.
"That's awesome. I hope I go there on vacation sometime." He gushed. "I want to go to Bora Bora. That would be amazing!" I sang.
Cedar leaned in to whisper me. "I think those guys are talking about you." I turned out and looked through the big glass wall that separated the library and the hallway. Through the windows, I saw six of my cousins in a circle looking at me. I narrowed my eyes at them and they quickly scurried away.
"Potential boyfriends?" He questioned. That caused me to burst out laughing. "No," I said with a giggle. "Those are my cousins." "Well people use to marry their first cousins so I didn't know if you were into that or not." He jokingly said. I started laughing with him.
We talked the rest of lunch and finally the bell rang, ending the lunch period. "You're a pretty cool girl." Cedar complimented me. "Thanks! You're a pretty hilarious guy." I responded back to him.
"Can I have your number?" He asked. "Don't worry, I'm gay so it's not like I want to get with you." He added. Woah. My first gay friend ever. Check that off my list!
I gave it to him and he gave his to me. I almost skipped to class because I was so ecstatic from meeting a new friend.
"Who was that?" Porter asked, coming up to me. "Cedar." I responded happily. "Oh, he's a pretty cool guy." Porter said with reassuring smile.
The rest of the day flew by in the blink of an eye. I took time getting out to my brother's car because my locker refused to open so I had to have a football player help me open it.
"Where were you?" Preston asked as I slipped into the back. "I just took a little while to get out here. Is that not okay?" I snapped back. "Well with your history of disappearing on us-" I cut off Oliver.
"Give me a break, it's not like I planned on running away! I wanted fresh air!" I said, my voice getting angry. "Why didn't you bother to just say that?" EJ said, clearly pissed off.
"Because I knew one of you would have to go out there with me and hold my hand!" I screeched back. Preston scoffed. "You're such a drama queen."
As bad as I wanted to cry right now, I knew it would make matters worse. "Why would you do that to us, Ellie?" Nolan said calmly, but I knew he was far from calm.
"Oh so I was selfish for trying to control my anxiety? I was selfish for trying to avoid being taken to the hospital so they could sedate me? I was selfis-" EJ cut me off.
"Just pop some pills like you do everyday when something doesn't go your way!" Now that hurt. He knows I'm trying best to control my anxiety as best as I could. They all knew.
The car stayed dead silent after that. I just stared out the window, wanting to be anywhere but here. We finally pulled into the driveway.
"Ellie, I'm really so-" I cut EJ off by getting out of the car and slamming the door shut. Tears slipping from my eyes, I jogged to the front steps and tried to pass through the mudroom and kitchen as quickly as possible.
"Hey, Ellie, how was...what's wrong?" My mom started to greet me but started to ask what's wrong after she saw me crying.
"It's not really a big deal." I squeaked out as I jogged up the stair steps. Realizing I had no door, I locked myself into the study room. It had a couch, book shelfs, a TV, and a desk with a computer on it.
After locking the door, I turned around and slid myself down it so I was sitting with my back against the door. I could hear them arguing.
"What did you say to her?" My mom hissed out. "We just wanted her to understand how worried we were! She doesn't realize that what she did was selfish." Nolan tried to explain to her.
I heard my mom sigh heavily. "Yes, what she did wasn't the smartest idea but we can't keep blaming her for it. Giselle only listens to what Giselle wants to listen to. If she doesn't agree with something we say, she always has to have a smart remark and we all know she's always been like this." My mom defended me.
"What happens when she doesn't come back next time?" Oliver questioned harshly. "We'll find her. My family and our family do a pretty good job at tracking people." My mom reasoned. Tracking? How is our family good at tracking? That sounds like something trained killers say.
I got up and laid down on the couch, exhausted. What have I gotten myself into?
Done with chapter 3! *= Giselle doesn't know about the supernatural world. Her family is trying to protect her from it so that's why she's clueless about when the family becomes secretive. Please review :)