A/N: I've been thinking about this chapter since before I even started writing Crush! So I hope y'all like it. Please leave feedback!!

Also, I have to say something about Haiti. I'm not Haitian but my heart is broken from this tragedy. Most of my friends are Haitian and if any of you are then I hope your families are safe and aren't harmed to badly. :(

Chapter 21: The break-up

Amber's POV

I was sitting with Christina on my sofa. We had just come back from a long shopping trip. I wasn't going to sit home a mope over Embry's disappearance. He was such an ass hole! Who did he think he was? How dare he just disappear like that? I was sitting at home, worried sick, waiting for him to call me back for days. I finally decided that Jacob and Quil were telling the truth. Embry was fine.

In that case, I just missed him. I wanted him back so I could talk to him. Sex ruined everything! I ruined everything. It was my fault Embry was…God knows where.

I picked up my Blackberry and called Embry for the millionth time. It went straight to voice mail.

A growl escaped my throat, "Son of a bitch!" I muttered, "That bastard turned off his cell!"

"Why would he turn off his cell?" Christina asked curiously.

"I don't know."

"Maybe his bouncing your calls." She said, "If it rings like 5 or 6 times then he didn't hear it, if it rings once and goes to voice mail then his phone is off but if it rings twice then goes to vote mail, that means he saw it was you and pressed end."

I stared at her incredulously. My mouth hung open because I was considering that. Maybe Embry didn't want to talk to me…I shook that thought out of my head. I gave him sex; of course he wanted to talk to me. It might've been bad for me but at least he got his. "His phone is off." I stated, rolling my eyes.

"Where is he?" Christina asked.

"I don't know!" I answered, frustrated. I was in no mood for her stupid questions. "You should go home, it's getting late."

Christina went home without being the least bit offended and I started talking to less annoying people. My sister for instance. She was finally herself again; poor girl was dealing with so much. She didn't have to tell me for me to know. Anyone with eyes could see that her little friend, Nahuel, had a huge crush on her. Now, he hardly came to the house anymore, which seemed to upset Silver. She spent more time with Seth and her other friends, no Nahuel.

We were both surviving in this hell hole. We were both actually happy now. We both found love in this town. Even I was in love, Embry had disappeared but most of me was glad that I didn't have to face him yet. I was so embarrassed.

Of course as the days progressed and Embry still hadn't showed up, I became a little suspicious. What was he doing? I was starting to believe that he had run away from home. Quil would have told me though…

When Embry actually didn't call for 5 days, I stopped caring and pushed him to the back of my head. If he was going to be an ass than he could be an ass. Instead of moping over him, I went out with mom, out with my friends and watch late night movies on the couch by myself.

It was about day six or seven when Embry honoured me with his presence and knocked at my door. I wasn't really sure how long it had been because I wasn't much of a person to count days. I knew it was him because I saw his familiar car parked on the curve. His car wasn't parked in the driveway like he usually parked it.

Seeing his car, I felt my body fill with rage. I was so pissed. So he wasn't dying if he was able to drive all the way over here. I was fuming as I made my way to the door. In the short, 6 meter distance from the sofa to the door, I already thought up a whole fit for me to throw. I considered slapping him; that would be so dramatic!

I pulled the door open, I was ready to glare at Embry but when I saw him, all that changed.

He was standing barely a foot and a half away from me. He was tall and big, his shoulders were broad and I remembered how much of a man Embry was. He'd never been a boy to me. He wore a jacket so I couldn't worship his muscles but his neck was exposed giving me a good look at his neck muscles, his Adam's apple and all the smooth russet skin that covered it all. His face wasn't showing any emotion so I was able to see it in neutral. He didn't have to be all stupid and grinning for me to admire him. I hadn't noticed how much I missed him.

The anger was gone and now I was blissfully happy that he was here. My shoulder's relaxed and I smiled. I rolled my eyes at myself, was I really letting him get away with this? My body made that decision before my mind did. I was wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a huge hug.

"Oh, my God! Embry, I've missed you!" I squealed and pulled him into the house, "Where were you?" I asked in the same tone after letting him go. My question seemed to upset Embry so I let it go. He was here now, that's all that mattered, "You know what? I don't care." I was so excited to see him, I was yammering about random things, "Are you hungry? I can make you French toast or pancakes."

"Amber," It was the first time Embry had spoken. He didn't sound as psyched as I was. I looked at him and he really looked upset. I could just imagine what was on his mind. Embry was as sensitive I was—which wasn't much but even I was shaken up. Our last encounter was a real mild stone, he most likely wanted to talk about it and as much as it shamed me, I wanted to talk about it too.

"I know what you want to say, Embry…" I pulled him into the house some more. I didn't like how he was acting like a stranger to these walls. I sighed, "Look, I know that the sex…it was, well, horrible but I still love you."

That seemed to surprise him, "Even after…"

"Of course." I smiled, "Embry, we're fine." I left out the part where I never wanted to have sex for at least another year. That would kill our moment; I'd save that for later.

He was touched by what I was saying. I loved how I always knew the right things to say to make him feel better. We were at a point in our relationship that we knew each other without having to say anything. It was rad.

"Amber, I…" He usually didn't have this much trouble telling me things. It worried me that he wasn't able to communicate as well as before his departure.

"What's wrong, Emby?" he usually chuckled when I used that stupid nickname. He hadn't this time. "Embry…"

"Amber, I…I'm breaking up with you."

My eyes widened on their own but I honestly couldn't believe my ears. It simply didn't make sense. I had never been dumped before; girls like me did the dumping. The thought of a beautiful girl like me getting broken up with was absurd. That, mixed with hysterics made me laugh, "Embry, you made your joke. You look hungry. French toast?"

"No, Amber, I'm serious." He looked up from the ground, his face was so serious. I'd never seen it that way before.

I felt my heart twist in my chest. I hadn't expected that kind of physical pain. I laughed though I didn't think any of it was funny, "What?"

Embry just looked at me with an emotionless glare. He didn't look like he was planning to reply. I waited for his Gotcha! But it never came. My throat felt swollen shut but I found the strength to speak. To my surprise, my voice sounded normal.

"Embry, you can't just leave for a week—no goodbye, no phone call—then come back to dump me." I was being stern. I wasn't going to let him see me weak, not when I could fix this. "You look tired. You should go home and…take a nap."

"I don't need a nap." He kept his voice low.

I glared at him. He wasn't being funny. I couldn't believe this, literally. He wasn't making any sense. After glowering for a few seconds, Embry's expressionless face didn't change. It was completely motionless, he didn't budge from his statement.

He was serious.

My breathing sped up with panic. My hands trembled as I brought them to my face with a horrified expression, "No," I whispered shaking my head. "No." I groaned, more painfully. This couldn't be happening. Now that I knew he was serious—that he was really dumping me—his words echoed in my head. I'm breaking up with you. I didn't understand. We were just fine. We were happy. Usually, a relationship would deteriorate before it collapsed; I knew that, I dumped guys all the time. "What did I do wrong?" I looked up at his face, drinking in as much of it as I could.

His expression faltered again. This time, he was in pain too. That was good, I still had a shot if he still cared for me. "No, Amber, you didn't do anything wrong."

"It's not you it's me." I muttered to myself, "Embry, have you even thought this over? You can't want this?"

He didn't reply.

"You're not doing this to us." I made my voice hard and angry but he knew me enough to hear that I was begging.

"I'm sorry." He turned his face away. His body didn't move but I knew he was going to make his way to the door. After that, he'd be gone.

I wasn't having that. "Embry," I closed the distance between us, resting my hand on his chest, "I know the sex was bad." I confessed and Embry winced, that had to be why. Our relationship was perfect until that dreadful afternoon. I regretted it with every fibre of my being, "But that's only because it was my first time…It'll get better, I promise." I was getting a little desperate and I was so happy we were alone. I wouldn't want Silver to see me begging a man like this. She'd be so disappointed. I knew that I never wanted to have sex again but I also knew that I didn't want to lose Embry.

I wrapped my arms around his neck—Embry did not move—and whispered in hopes that he couldn't hear my voice cracking, "I can show you…My mom's at work till 6 and Silver's off with Seth." I tried persuading him with my eyes. "You and I could go down to my room and...get it right." I paused often because I was so disgusted by the thought of having him touch me like that again. I fought back a shudder as I remembered all the discomfort that lasted hours.

"Amber, no," Embry didn't stutter or show any sign that he was aroused. My proximity did nothing to him. That angered me.

If he didn't want me, then I didn't want him. I was going to use reverse psychology, that always worked, "Okay, then," I backed away from him. "Then bye. Whatever, Embry…If you don't want this then it's your loss."

He didn't respond the way I hoped. I had hoped that he'd be baffled and apologize again and again. Beg me to reconsider. He didn't do that. He nodded—accepted my terms—and started towards the door.

"No, no, no," I was crying now. I reached for his hand and pulled him as hard as I could. He didn't budge an inch and that killed me. Did he not want to be with me that much? "Embry, please, please, don't do this to us." I felt everything pouring out. All the walls and barriers I had built to keep the little pride I had crumbled to the floor. I didn't need my pride, I needed Embry, "Embry, you can't do this. We love each other! We were in love last week and were in love now. Nothing has changed." I paused for him to say something, anything, but he didn't so I went on, "Come on, this isn't fair. I never let myself fall like this, Embry. I've never let myself care for anyone before. I trusted you because I thought you were as messed up as I was. Maybe more." I looked at him pleadingly, tears rolling down my face. I had to blink hard to see Embry's face. It hadn't changed.

"I should leave."

"No, Embry, you can't leave. Please. I love you." I whimpered and rested my forehead to his shoulder. My head was killing me. I wanted to start sobbing, but I couldn't beg and sob at the same time. "I love you so much." I really meant it. I really did love him. I would never be the same after having him. I would always think girls were so ridiculous for dying over some guy, but now I knew.

I knew how it felt to feel like you've found that one person who makes you smile just by existing. I knew how it felt to stay up for hour with someone on the phone until you fall asleep, then waking up to that person's voice. I knew how it felt to be in love and now I was finding out how it felt to be torn apart.

For the short moment that my arms were wrapped around Embry's muscular arm, I felt as though I had him back. His body relaxed and his chin was in my hair. Everything was perfect—except for my aching throat and throbbing head. I remembered so many moments like this with him; we would be close and touching and everything would be perfect. Sometimes it was hot and passionate make-out session that never lasted long enough, sometime it was waking up with my head on his chest and him waking up seconds later, neither of us would speak and it would be perfection, those were my favourites.

But then his arm stiffened and he tried to pull away. We were back to the present where I was begging for him to take me back and he had turned me down. We were back to when I had offered him sex even though I really didn't want to and he'd turned me down. This moment was far from perfection. We were far from perfection.

I shoved his arm away violently. "You know what? Fuck you. I don't need nor deserve you nor this. Forget everything I just said. This is me breaking up with you." I was angrier this time. The desperation had evaporated and been replaced with humiliation. "You might want to change your Facebook status because I am." I don't know why I said that, Embry didn't have a Facebook.

Embry stared at me blankly.

This time, I didn't hope that he was going to start begging. I was humiliated and I wanted him out. "Well go!" I yelled, "I want you out! Leave! I never want again!"

He opened the door and stepped outside. Pain was the expression on his face. That was bull shit. He didn't know what pain was. He was never going to understand the amount of pain he had put me through. I hoped that life would be cruel to him from now on and that he'd have his heart broken as badly as mine was one day.

I marched to the door and glared at him. The heat was rising to my face.

We locked eyes again. Mine angry and scolding, his confused, frightened and sad. I didn't feel bad for him. I was way more confused, sad and frightened on the inside than his face was. The worst of them all was the humiliation. It made me want to scream, so I did.

"I HATE YOU!!" I shrieked before slamming the door shut.

I clutched at the door knob hoping it would dent under my tight grip. I wanted to break something so badly but nothing was in my reach. I wanted to take all the cups and plates and start breaking them one by one. That was the anger talking.

My stomach started to ached and I dropped to my knees. I remembered when Silver had come home sobbing like this. She had just come home and dropped to her knees and started to sob. Seth had done something to her, I never knew what it was but I guessed it wasn't nearly as bad as what Embry had just done to me.

I didn't know what hurt worse; the fact that Embry didn't want me or the fact that I had made him leave. I couldn't think about how I might never see him again, that hurt too much. He had left because of me. I did want him to go—he had humiliated me. I wanted him out…but I didn't want him to be gone. Not forever.

I pressed my back against the cold, front door, pulled my legs to my body and wrapped my arms around my legs and I sobbed.

A/N: Just got 2 things to say. Firstly, I want to post Silver Bullet on here so I'm gonna get a Beta reader to edit it then post it. Silver Bullet is the story that Crush is within…

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