Alright, so you all seem excited about what's going to happen next. Some of you want her to run, freak out, accept it…well, you'll just have to read!!

***And, this chapter is going to be how it is because I've been chatting with some of you and some of you think I need to work on my drama-type writing. And personally, I agree. I haven't done much hardcore drama yet, so I'm giving it a shot. ***

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Coming Undone--KoRn ~~ Seriously, I listened to this song on repeat the entire time I was writing this-it's perfect. Absolutely perfect in an almost terrible way.

Chapter 16--Rubbing Dirt In The Wounds

I stared, my eyes probably as wide as plates, as I took in the massive…wolf in front of me. It's huge paws slowly bringing it forward, it's head bowed and ears down, it's peppered fur sleek and smooth.

I watched as it stilled, not looking up, not moving an inch as my mind whirred. Are you…fucking kidding me?! Is that-that can't be Brady. That's not Brady. Not my Brady. That can't be him. That isn't him. It's impossible. Ridiculous.

The only way anyone could believe this is if they were….I'm insane. That's it. That's what all this is-I told my Dad. I told him. If he worked me too hard I would snap, I would have a mental collapse and crumble under the pressure. And now I'm imagining that my boyfriend can turn into a giant wolf that fights vampires. Yep. That's it. Whacky shack here I come.

"Brady?" I whispered, not daring myself to speak any louder. The wolf looked up, slowly, and met my eyes with his all too familiar brown ones. Eyes that I've looked into a million and a half times-and that's just counting my dreams.

My heart pounded in my ears as I took a step back, listening to the rational part of my mind for once and ignoring the pull that tried to bring me closer. I shook my head slowly and tried to focus my attention somewhere other than the hallucination in front of me, but I couldn't. Everything else just looked like a blur, the only thing in focus was the wolf. But even that was starting to shake as I backed up another step.

It was backing up too, watching me closely, almost in a tortured kind of way, as it retreated back into the forest and out of sight. I stood alone on the beach, shaking as I tried to piece my thoughts together. I was wrong, that wasn't an allusion. It couldn't have been-my mind is not that creative. It's true then-it has to be true. Everything that he said. He's a wolf. They're all wolves. He fights vampires. They all fight vampires. But who am I kidding? I honestly don't care about anyone else but Brady right now. My Brady.

"Andrea?" the voice was soft, familiar, and scared. I looked up to find out that the face that belonged to the voice mirrored it's tone. Brady slowly walked toward me, but stopped about four yards away as I stared at him almost unblinkingly. Because I couldn't blink. What happens if the next time I do Brady's gone and the wolf reappears? "Andrea," he said, taking a step forward when I didn't respond.

I took a step back and slowly shook my head. "I'm sorry Brady," I said quietly, not being able to cover up the shake in my voice as my eyes darted everywhere but him. "I can't…I just…I just need some time to think. I'm sorry," I repeated before turning and running, running faster than I've ever run before-faster than I've ever even been pushed in training. I ran through the trees, ignoring the branches as they snapped in my face and the thorn bushes that cut at my ankles. My face was numb as leaves hit my face, I couldn't even feel them as twigs snapped under my shoes and my legs started burning.

I burst through the trees just as I heard a loud chorus of howling, my heart racing as others joined in so loud I could swear they were all surrounding me-but even though I knew they weren't I ran all the faster, running from the wolves-the people that I thought I knew.

My hair clung to my face as the rain started pouring, not even bothering to ask myself when exactly it started to rain. I ran against the side of the road, not even allowing a sigh to escape me as I crossed the border and sprinted into Forks, not allowing myself to register how far away I was from first beach, or from the school, or from my house. I just ran.

I don't know how long it was before I stumbled up the porch steps, and fumbled with the locks before I finally burst into the living room. My Dad turned around from his spot on the couch, Erika looked up from her Algebra homework, and Mom leaned over the counter to all stare at me as I walked slowly towards the stairs. They didn't acknowledge the fact that my clothes were dripping on the carpet, or that my hair was plastered to my face, or that my shoes squeaked and gushed as I walked up the steps. Or even the fact that water was still dripping onto my cheeks as if I were still outside, standing in the rain.

A/N: Andy is very confused right now, and scared for Brady and herself, not to mention all the other pressure she's under from her Dad. This is definitely a different reaction than the other girls in my imprint series(drama). So…WARNING: She's finally about to snap. -But it'll all work out soon enough, this has to happen for the story to be awesome-

"Andrea?" Erika called, knocking softly on my door.

"Come in," I told her, not looking away from the computer that was on across the room from me, an e-mail I opened from Claire this morning was left open on the screen. She sent me pictures from the dance and I haven't looked away from the picture of Brady and I since I stumbled into the room and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest.

The door creaked open and Erika walked in, shutting the door gently behind her as she walked in and sat on the edge of my bed, looking at me with a frown. Her eyes followed mine and she looked at the computer screen. "That's a really cute picture of you two," she told me quietly, her eyes carefully watching for my reaction. She didn't get one. Only silence. "Derek's on the phone for you," she told me, pointing to the portable she had laid face down on the bed beside her. He could probably hear us right now.

"Mom and Dad called him to talk to me, didn't they?" I asked, not looking at her.

"Andy, he really wants to talk to you," she told me, ignoring my question.

"I don't want to talk to him right now," I said, loud enough where I know for sure he could hear me from the other end of the phone.

"Alright," she said, picking up the phone and hanging it up right there. It was silent for a few seconds before it started ringing in her hand, but she ignored it, watching me as I watched the computer. After five rings it stopped. "Will you talk to me?" she asked quietly, sliding down to sit on the floor next to me.

I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand. I don't even understand," I admitted, finally looking away and down at my knees.

"Are you sure?" she asked. I just nodded, not exactly thrilled with the fact that she was the one trying to make me feel better. She was the little sister. That was my job. Nothing about today is right. "Maybe you just need to do something to get whatever it is out of your system-I had a fight with Aaron the other day and I spent like two hours on Mom's treadmill. It really helped-I didn't even know I could run that much," she added with a slight laugh.

I half smiled. "I'm sure you could run a lot more if you gave it some effort," I told her, trying to ignore the scratchy sound of my voice.

She gave a small laugh. "But really Andy, maybe you just need to punch some crap-not think about anything for a while."

"Yeah. Maybe that's what I need to do…"

THREE HOURS LATER---ON THE TRACK

It was pouring. I was soaking. I was tired. My face was red. My lungs were burning. My knees ached and my fingers were frozen. I was tired and I was hungry.

"I'm doing it again," I said as I pushed my bike passed Dad, the slopping mud suctioning my riding boots into the ground with each step.

"Andy, I think you should take your break now. You know you're supposed to have one every hour and a half," Dad told me, putting a hand on my shoulder to stop me, the bright night lights shining behind him, lighting up the track in an odd way.

"You wanted me to train harder-now I am. Just let me do this," I snapped, ignoring him as he reached for me again. I hopped on my bike and kick started it, flying forward before he could make another attempt.

I raced up the hill, leaning forward in anticipation as I came to the arch, the wheels of my bike leaving the ground as I flew through the air, yanking myself and the bike backwards, the ground and sky switching places once, and twice-but on my second try, they never switched back.

I flailed in the air, frantically trying to turn myself right side up as my bike started dragging me back toward the dirt, it's weight crushing me beneath it as my back hit the ground, all air leaving my chest as the bike landed on top of me. Pain ripped through my forehead, something tore through my calf with a stabbing pain, and one of the handle bars dug into my right shoulder, pinning me to the ground. My vision fuzzed and blurred for a second, like a TV with bad reception, before the weight was lifted off my ribs and the rest of my body, allowing air back into my lungs as I inhaled deeply.

My Dad was leaning over me in a second, shielding me from the rain as he held something against my forehead. "Andy! Andrea, are you alright. Honey, can you hear me?" he asked, panicked.

I reached up and grabbed his shoulder. "I'm fine, I'm good," I said, blinking slowly as I tried to pull myself up. Whoa, head rush. He held me down.

"No, no. Don't get up. Phil's coming, he's bringing the track's paramedic," he told me softly as he pressed the thing to my forehead still.

"No Dad, I'm fine," I said, rolling myself away from him when he would allow me to sit up and pushing myself up with my hands, stumbling a bit as I straightened up. "I'm doing it again," I told him, walking over and picking up my bike-not in a completely straight line but I was alright.

He was on the other side of the bike in seconds. "No you're not Andy," he said sternly. "Go sit down, I'll take care of the bike," he told me.

I yanked the bike out of his grip. "No Dad. I'm trying again," I said through my teeth, I jumped on before he could stop me and sped off, zooming around the track and through the other obstacles, having to circle around to get to the bigger hill anyway. I could hear my Dad yelling at me to stop even through the wind and the rain. Wait, where the hell did my helmet go?

I flew ahead anyway, my hair whipping around behind me as the rain pelted my face. Every drop that hit me felt like a bee sting, one on top of the other. I flew off the arch of the hill, this time going much faster than I was before and using all the strength I had left to pull the bike backwards. This time, I made the two flips but as my front tire hit the ground the handlebars jerked and I spun out, flipping head first over the front of the bike and tumbling to the ground, skidding across the dirt and rolling around as the bike bounced end over end behind me, as if it was chasing me. It caught up.

I let out let out a scream as it landed on top of me this time, it's weight crushing on top of me as I was in the middle of one of my rolls, all of the metal scraping against the left side of my body, my legs, my arms, my face.

I clenched my teeth together as I abruptly cut off my scream, pushing the bike off of my myself and forcing myself to stand up again. "Damn it!" I screamed, kicking the bike with my right leg, letting out a choked sounding sob as my entire leg throbbed and I struggled to keep myself standing.

Two arms wrapped themselves tightly around my waist, dragging me away from the bike as I kicked and screamed. "No Dad! Let me try it again! I can do it this time! I'm sorry! I can do it this time!" I yelled, fighting against him to get back to the bike as I watched the outlines of my Uncle Phil pick it up, and my Uncle Bobby running towards my Dad and I in the distance.

"Shh, it's alright honey. You need to calm down," Dad whispered to me as he carried me towards the car as I continued to struggle. He held me tightly in his arms, as if he couldn't feel me clawing against him at all.

"Dad, no! Please!" I yelled, crying more now as I felt every scratch and every grain of dirt that was now embedded inside the skin. My face was swelling, I swear I could taste blood, and my entire body was throbbing. But because of the cold or injury I have no idea-I couldn't feel any of it as one thought ran through my mind. I need to see Brady.

"Tom, what the hell happened?" Uncle Bobby asked once he finally caught up to us, helping my Dad put me in the car and climbing in the back next to me. He wrapped his coat around me tightly and pulled me closer to him, but all I could do was struggle to unlatch the locks with numb and shaky fingers. Why can't I see anything? "No Andrea, stop it," Uncle Bobby said, pulling my hands away from the door and holding them to my sides like a vice. Uncle Phil jumped in the passenger seat and my Dad shot out of the parking lot.

"Here," Uncle Phil said, reaching back and handing something to Uncle Bobby. "She's getting blood everywhere," he said quietly before looking at me. "Andy, what the hell is the matter with you?" he asked, sounding more concerned than anything. "Tom, what the hell?"

"Not now Phil, we need to get her home," Dad said sternly, without even looking I knew his knuckles were probably turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

"Home? Tom, she needs to get to a hospital-we don't have time for this," Uncle Bobby said, sounding frustrated. "Turn up the heat, she's shaking," he said, rubbing my arms. I hissed in pain as his hands came in contact with every scratch that was on my arms. He jerked his hands away instantly.

My eye lids started getting heavy as my vision started to fade once again, my head lulling backwards. The last thing I heard was my Uncles' and Dad's panicked yelling.

NOT MUCH LATER--They're not even home yet, the track's in Seattle.

The car jerked forward and my eyes snapped open, seeing nothing but black until I caught sight of a neon sign-advertising the only gas station in Forks. Brady.

"How much farther to the hospital?" Uncle Phil asked impatiently.

"About twenty minutes if these ass holes start moving," my Dad said through clenched teeth. He honked the horn twice.

"Do you need another towel?" Uncle Phil asked.

"No, not yet," Uncle Bobby said quietly, pressing a towel to my head. My eyes darted to the window quickly and then to my Uncle Bobby, who was looking out the opposite one. I acted instantly and lurched toward the closest door, my hand finding the lock right away this time and yanking it upwards, pushing open the door and jumping out before my Uncle could grab hold of me or for me to even register the sounds of everyone yelling at me to stop.

I ran for the second time today, pushing as hard as I could. But two things were different about this time. One; I could barely run through all the pain I was in, I stumbled, I cried, and my breathing was hard and erratic. Two; someone was actually chasing me this time. Two someone's actually. My Dad and Uncle Bobby were running somewhere far behind me, shouting at each other and at me to come back. They had lost me in the dark and unfamiliar streets of La Push which I had miraculously made it to.

I kept running, only faintly being able to make out the houses that I was passing. I was only looking for one-the blue one with the brown fence and bird bath out front. I had only seen it once but I knew exactly where it was.

I could hardly breath when I stumbled up the steps-I could hardly see, hardly walk. I pounded on the door, holding myself up as I clung to the wall. I porch light flicked on and the door swung open, exposing a tall and slightly plump woman, her eyes wide as she stared at me. "Oh my God!" she nearly shrieked.

"Brady," I rasped out as everything started to spin. "I need…Brady," I wheezed before everything blacked out, all I could hear was the echo of the woman's scream.

YOU SHOULD READ ALL OF THIS::: Wow…for how short that turned out to be, that took me a loooong time to write. I hope you all liked that-I know you like your drama and I didn't exactly plan for it to turn out this way originally it just kind of happened and I love it.

I know this chapter is seriously making Andy look crazy-but as you know she's under a ton of pressure and she finally just snapped. She's scared for Brady and for her future and angry at her Dad and confused about everything.

And, this chapter is the way it is because I've been talking to some of you and you think I should work on my drama-type writing, so I tried doing that with this chapter. I haven't done any real hardcore drama yet so hopefully this'll be good for that.

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