"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."
― Bob Marley

When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes

When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly

And dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

(Oh oh oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh)

She'd dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

(Oh oh oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know the sun must set to rise"

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, oh

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

~Paradise~
Coldplay

R POV

I hate La Push.

It was official.

I really didn't know why I got punched in the face within my first few hours of being in La Push, but apparently I couldn't just have a peaceful trip down to the beach. No, I had to get punched in the face by my future-to-be niece's abductor, well, abductors.

Fucking steroid freaks.

You know, I believe that I've had my fair share of bad luck - you know, I've broken nearly every bone in my body, the TV guide never seems to be delivered to me, to name a few things, yet it seemed that bad luck never had any trouble finding me. You know, I would think that maybe I could just have a small month vacation without, you know, being punched in the face.

But apparently, that's impossible.

To tell you the truth, La Push wasn't exactly my 'dream' vacation destination but according to Will, it would be the best place to spend the one month I get off. It had seemed like a great idea - we would be able to visit Wills family while still being close enough to Seattle that if we needed to escape, it was an option. Will had even shown me the photo's of the beach, and at that moment in time, I didn't realise that the tourism committee in La Push had learnt how to use photo shop, yet Will convinced me that sometimes places you have never been to and never want to go to can end up 'surprising you'.

I had thought it was philosophical saying but, well, I didn't expect that surprise to be a punch in the face.

Maybe a metaphorical punch in the face, sure, lets have that but an actual, full fledged fist punch I did not expect, nor ever really wanted for that matter. I had only been punched two times before today, one of those times being that I was so drunk I punched myself and the other time being that I fell off my bed and, well …. punched myself again in the face and had ended up dislocating an eye socket.

I'm quite strong.

I groaned as I felt myself coming back to reality, my name being uttered by someone who seemed so far away and I just wanted him to be quiet - I just wanted to go to sleep and forget about the fact that within my first few hours of my vacation, I was knocked out. I just wanted to lapse back into the peaceful seclusion that was sleep, not having to worry about any of the worries that usually plagued my mind.

"Rose? Rose can you hear us?"

Well, no shit.

I groaned. "Guys, she's waking up!"

I raised my hand to my forehead, my eyes fluttering as I let out a small noise of protest at the small move that seemed to make every part of my body erupt in some sort of pain.

"Rose?" Someone asked, and I wondered how the hell they knew my name yet I still nodded for some unbeknownst reason. "Can you open your eyes for me?"

I really don't want to.

Yet I felt my eyes involuntarily flutter, and I sighed as I slowly, carefully, peeled my eyes open - trying not to make any sudden movements that would make the pain more unbearable. I had to stop myself from laughing at my dramatics as I wondered what I would be like if I ever get into an actual fight.

God, I would be pathetic.

Opening my eyes, the white clouds seemed to blind me and I groaned again as I tried to block out the voices that seemed to be all I could hear and I blinked as I tried to regain some sort of grasp on reality. "Rose? Rose, can you hear me?"

I nodded once again as I opened my eyes once more, looking up to the faces of more steroid infused monsters. God, did La Push seem to breed these steroid addicted freaks? I groaned again as I felt my head, as if thoughts fuelled the pain, throb against my skull and I placed my hand to my forehead as if to soothe the pain. My eyes found the one that had punched me, and I narrowed my eyes. "Why did you punch me?"

He seemed to go into instant apologising mode, and I groaned again as his voice filled my head, making it hurt even more. "Please," I murmured, putting my hand up to his lips. "Don't talk."

The bigger guy chuckled, and I looked to the other guy that just sort of stood there - his whole face contorted in boredom as our eyes met. He froze, his whole body going rigid like he had just sat on a pin and I examined his features, wondering who screwed him over.

He looked sick.

Underneath his eyes were purplish-blackish bruises underneath his eyes, and his midnight black hair seemed to fall lankily over his sharp and what would be good looking features if he didn't look so absolutely miserable. My eyes went back to his eyes as I looked into the deep, black rubies that seemed to captivate me; hypnotise me almost. I had seen beautiful eyes before, believe me - I had seen beautiful eyes before yet these were beautiful, absolutely, and unequivocally beautiful. Yet when my eyes left his, I felt my nose shoot up in a cringe as I examined his hair, in which looked unhealthy and dead, and I felt my stomach churned as I wondered why he would want long hair.

It was just disgusting.

Really, I didn't know why anyone grew out there hair unless they were homeless and literally could not afford the scissors to cut said hair or they were a scungy biker that had no need to cut their unruly hair that was usually hidden beneath a tacky, ninety-nine cent bandana that they had found on the side of the road. I had always found long hair revolting, and I think it was because I was slightly jealous over the fact that it took me two years to grow my hair to a point where it would be considered 'long' while for them, it was literally a motion of just not cutting their hair for a couple of months.

Yet the man that seemed to have me so transfixed on scrutinizing his every feature shot up from where he was standing, and bolted into the forest - far, far away from me. I almost wanted to yell out to him, to ask him where he was going and why he was disturbing my checking him out and as soon as the thoughts crossed my mind - I immediately crushed them, wondering why I would want to yell out to a complete, and probably insane stranger. I felt my heart slightly drop before I looked back to where the man that had been constantly talking to me knelt - his whole face and body seemingly dismayed as he looked off to where the other guy seemed to run off to.

Okay, so that was slightly strange.

"What just happened?" I asked, my voice raspy and clogged with phlegm from the constant wet weather while my eyebrows furrowed. Yet as soon as my face went into that expression, my brain regretted the small move as it shot pain through my entire face and I let out a small gasp as my hand shot up to my face, trying to feel the damage that had been done.

And then I felt it.

My left eye seemed to already be filled with fluid and I groaned as I felt the entire left side of my face to be slightly swollen; lumpy and protruding it's usual position. I could have got knocked out any other day, any other day yet it just had to happen the day that I was meeting Will's estranged sister for the first time, a sister that I needed to impress for my own sanity.

Great, I'm going to meet Wills sister looking like a fucking freak.

I'm having a great day.

"Where's Claire?" I murmured, looking around for her and I saw her standing next to the guy that had practically assaulted me and I tried not to narrow my eyes as I went to get up.

"What are you doing!" The biggest guy said, and I looked to him, ignoring his shocked façade as I beckoned for Claire to come with me. She seemed to not know what to do, so she looked up to the guy she was holding hands with as if she was asking for permission to go with me, her aunt-to-be, and I narrowed my eyes - struggling to walk over to her as I grabbed her by the hand, and pulling her away from the man.

"C'mon, Claire," I murmured, trying to focus on not falling over and breaking my neck as I stumbled onto the pebbles that covered the ground of the beach - keeping a firm hold on her hand as I felt her look back to the guy before I think she realised that I wasn't going to let her go.

"You can't leave!" I heard one guy shout out. "You have to go to the hospital."

"Fuck off!" I yelled, not wanting to stare at giant native Americans any more for the fear that I would end up having some sort of fit.

Silence fell between us and I tried to walk straight as I walked across the long beach, my eyes dropping slightly as I saw my beach bag and the towel that I had laid out still sitting there. I internally thanked the universe for not blowing my towel away, or not having anyone steal my beach bag - I really had been expecting everything to collapse on top of me today.

"Rose?" Claire asked, her voice quiet and I could barely hear it; mostly because my ears were ringing and I'm pretty sure I was having some sort of seizure.

"What?" I asked, aggravated as we reached the beach bag and I shoved the towel back into the bag before shooting a look at Claire to check if she was still there.

Her bottom lip was quivering and I sighed, knowing my words had sounded much harsher, much sharper than I had actually intended them to. I gave the small girl a pat on the back as I slung the bag over my shoulder, biting my lip as I grabbed her hand again. "I'm sorry, Claire. It's just my head hurts."

She nodded, not looking at me as she bit her lip and I offered her a small smile as I tried to comfort the small girl yet it didn't seem to console her. I stopped, sighing as I knelt down on the grass that sprouted from the top of the beach near the car park and I ran a hand through my hair as I tried to word my explanation correctly so it wouldn't offend the girl further, and fuck up my impression on the family more.

"Claire," I said, my voice low and almost soft (as soft as I could manage due to the fact that my head was throbbing, my ears ringing and I'm pretty sure my brain was swelling) in a way that was trying to stop her from crying like she had before. "I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that I'm not feeling very well, and I barely got any sleep last night - I'm not mad at you, just at the situation."

Her eyebrows furrowed, her whole face going from confusion to understanding to confusion again to understanding once more. I felt my head pound painfully against the back of my skull, and in an instant my fingers went out to feel my head above the back of my neck - rubbing it as I tried to soothe the pain or at least dull the pain that seemed to be straight from the deepest pits of hell.

"Do you understand?" I asked almost pleadingly, wanting to get away from the cursed beach.

To my pleasure, she soon nodded and I sighed as I stood up slowly - every muscle in my legs aching as I grabbed her hand again and pulled her back onto the small dirt pathway that we had travelled down before. Silence was the main topic of conversation throughout the walk back to the quaint house that Wills sister owned, and I sighed in relief, exhaustion and I think pure frustration as I opened the red door to the house, letting go of Claire's sweaty palm as I dropped the beach bag on the wooden floors next to the door.

Wills sister, Kate, had separated from her husband last month and had brought a small house in La Push - moving as far away as she could from her ex-husband as she could, yet not far enough that her children couldn't see their father. I had met Kate last year when Will had brought me to Thanksgiving at his parents house on the Makah reservation, and although I was initially nervous, it seemed to dissolve when I met Kate whom I then proceeded to get so drunk with that I only remember the first two hours of that night.

So, of course, we were quite good friends now.

Although I'm kind of scared that she might have some camera filled to the brim with incriminating photos of that night.

Meh.

Wouldn't be the first time.

I sighed as I went into Wills room, collapsing on the bed as I curled up in a small ball - the sound of the shower running in the bathroom across the hall seemingly soothing s I pulled the discarded sheets over me, trying to keep warm against the cool air that circulated throughout the house. I almost moaned as I realised that the sheets were warm, and I could only imagine that while I was being punched in the face and battling abductors, my husband-to-be was probably wrapped in his warm sheets; protected against the cool air that seemed to penetrate every space of La Push, and in extension the house.

The sound of the pipes rattling as the water was turned off made me groan, my whole body twitching as I tried to regain the grasp on sleep. I heard the sound of the door squealing in protest as it was opened, before the sound of feet pounding against the hard wooden floors seemed to send vibrations through the room as the bedroom door was then opened.

"Hey, babe."

I groaned again as I tried to shut out the sound of him opening his draws, before he went to rummage through the unpacked boxes and his suitcase. Eventually, I realised with the hulk in the room I wouldn't be getting any sleep and I turned over to face my dressing fiancé. Turning around bare chested, I felt my brain decide that instead of sleeping it once again wanted to get its daily dose of pleasure and I groaned, rubbing my eyes yet only to realise that that small action will fucking hurt.

I cried out in pain, and Will rushed to my side. "Rose, what- Argh, fuck!"

"Be quiet," I demanded in a shushed, muffled tone as I opened my eyes again to see Will peering over me - his dark eyes swirling with concern and my eyebrows furrowed as I wonder why the eyes I had once thought to be so beautiful seemed much less appealing than before.

I bit my lip, my fingers going up to trace where Will had placed his fingers gently and his whole face contorted in concern as he met my eyes once again - his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What- what happened? Did you, did you get attacked? Oh, god, Claire-"

"I wasn't attacked," I sneered, before I realised that my tone was too harsh - he was just trying to help, is all. "I-I walked into someone's fist."

Will looked to me in absolute bewilderment before he bit his lip, trying to hold in a laugh that I knew would have to come out eventually. I narrowed my eyes - swiping him with my fist as he let out a loud, bellowing laugh that bounded through the room and seemed to make my head pound even more. I groaned, clutching my head as I looked to Will, whom was looking down at me with a Cheshire grin plastered across his face.

"Who's fist did you run into!" He asked, still laughing and I turned away from him, hugging the pillow closer to me as e grabbed at my sides, pulling me back to him as he held me in his arms, his lips pulling into a small smile as he pushed my hair away from my face, pulling me into a chaste kiss. I smiled against his warm lips, before pulling away as I ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Rose."

I bit my lip, putting my hand up to my swollen face again as I looked to Will. "Could you go get me some ice?"

Will nodded, turning around to the door again yet I could still hear him trying to stifle the laughs that were surely going to break through his lips in the moment he left the room. Grabbing the pillow that was next to me, I ditched it at his back and that only seemed to fuel his laughter more, and I groaned, turning back around to the wall as I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than to just sleep and fall into unconsciousness.

But, it kind of proved a problem.

Not just for the fact that in the back of my mind, something was screaming that I might have a concussion ad that if I closed my eyes to sleep, I would most likely fall into a coma and die.

It wasn't exactly reassuring.

Yet as much as I tried to fall asleep despite my brain being slightly psychotic, I could not think of anything but that guys face. Why did he looked at me like that? I mean, he looked at me like I was the angel of fucking death, or something along those lines. I really did think I looked good today, despite being punched in the face.

Yet apparently, I looked like the angel of fucking death.

This just isn't a good day.

"When do we have to be at Emily's?" I asked as I sat up, Will handing me the ice that wrapped in the thick towel and I quietly thanked him, offering him a small smile.

Will shrugged. "I think five."

I nodded, hissing as the ice burnt my skin - my whole body going rigid as I adjusted the position of the ice before I opened my eye again, biting the inside of my lip. "How does it look?"

Will licked his lips. "You look ... fine."

I groaned, before the door opened. "Guys, do you know where the- ARGH! What happened to your face?"

I looked to Kate, who had her hand over her mouth as she walked into the room - her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to get a better look of my blown up face before she closed her mouth, running a hand over her chest. "I walked into some guys fist."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "How can you walk into someone's fist!"

"You just can!" I protested, looking to her. "And I think Claire has a stalker?"

Kate didn't even seemed fazed by it, and she nodded. "Yeah, that was probably Quil."

What? She knew that this guy, this sick perverted freak was following and might one day abduct her daughter yet she didn't do anything about it? She didn't even seemed to be, well, the emotion I would be expecting is a sort of mix between shock and absolute and utter horror, yet she seemed absolutely nonchalant when I raised the issue that her daughter might have a possible stalker.

Did she not realise that stalkers killed people? What if, one day after school when Claire was walking home, he just comes out of the woods and attacks her before putting her into some sort of sack and throwing her into the back of a white van? Would she just kind of open the door to see the police standing there, ask them if Claire had been abducted and nod, saying; "I expected you."

Was I the only one that found this situation slightly, I don't know, fucking fucked up?

"You know this kid!" I demanded, my whole face changing from outrage to confusion.

She nodded, bending down to grab the wet towel from the floor and flung it over her shoulder. "Yeah, he's a good guy."

"He's a stalker!" I screeched, my eyes wide (well as wide as one can be with both cheeks and forehead being swollen).

I looked to Will, my mouth open As I tried to form the right words for this situation yet he just shrugged as he looked to me. I wasn't even related to Claire - I would be soon - but seriously, I was more concerned about this stalker/abductor issue than her blood relatives and I didn't even like the kid! Was he not slightly concerned that one day we might find his niece lying face first in a ditch?

What the hell was going on here!

Kate walked over to me, biting her lip as she proceeded to poke the swelling and I swore as she shook her head. "Yeah, you got hit bad."

"Okay, am I the only one worried that we might have a stalker on our hands here?" I demanded, and Kate smiled - patting my shoulder as if that was meant to reassure me. "Are you not worried that your daughter might find herself inhaling chloroform at any moment!"

Kate chuckled, going to pick up Wills discarded clothes and throw them into the laundry basket that sat in the corner of the room next to the dresser. "Your being melodramatic."

Melodramatic?

The kid was going to get kidnapped!

"Whatever," I said, throwing my hands up as I leant back into the mountain of pilows that rested against the headboard of the bed and I looked to Kate. "By the way, you need to talk to Claire about wandering off."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What-"

"MUM!"

"SHUT UP CLAIRE, ITS MINE!"

Kate sighed, her fists clenching as she went out of the room and screamed at her kids who were fighting over a dress that both of them wanted to wear today. I looked to Will, who seemed more intent on finding a shirt that wasn't dirty and filled with his sweat, and I shook my head - pointing to the situation that was happening in the living room. "If you ever impregnate me, I will fuck you up."

He laughed a throaty laugh, and I smiled as I closed my eyes again before they were ripped open as Kate's voice screeched through the house as she screamed bloody murder at her daughters. Really, I was scared that after today - my hearing would be shot and I would from now on have to wear a hearing aid. "CLAIRE, GIVE ERIN BACK HER DRESS OR I WILL SMACK YOU!"

"YOU ALWAYS CHOOSE HER SIDE!" I heard Claire's voice screech through the hall, and I wondered how that girl was still able to talk after her tantrum.

"ITS HER DRESS!"

I'm never having kids.

"The swellings gone down," Will said as I covered the bruises with makeup, and I shook my head at him.

"Please, stop making fun of it," He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist and he kissed my exposed shoulder, leaning against me and I sighed. "I'm serious - I'm already nervous enough."

Will nodded. "I know, and I'm sorry about making fun of you-"

"No you're not," I said, laughing as he chuckled. "Did you ring Alexa today?"

He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing. "No? Why would I-"

"Will, she's housesitting!" I said, grabbing his phone off of the dresser. "Please call her-"

"Why do I have to call her!" He demanded, offering me the phone back and I laughed, avoiding taking the phone as I slipped my leather jacket on – going back to the mirror to agonize over the damage to my face. "Why can't you call her!"

I scoffed. "That bitch is crazy – I'm not calling her."

"Then why is she looking after Seinfeld and Cranmer!"

I narrowed my eyes, looking to them. "There fish."

"Fish roommates." Will said, before he broke out into childlike giggles and I laughed lightly as I grabbed my boots, pushing my feet into them as I went into the living room.

The house Kate had brought was cute – boxes were still scattered throughout the living room and adjoined kitchen yet it seemed like it was already a home. A flat screen TV sat atop a small, cluttered cherry wood cabinet against the wall, above that a picture of the two girls with their mother against a white back screen. I smiled slightly as I took my eyes away from the portrait of the small family as I looked to the beige suede couches that were slightly falling apart at the seams, yet still seemed like they could eat you up if you sat on the cushions.

Pictures were everywhere I looked – pictures of Kate growing up, the goofy grinned face of Will in many pictures while most of the pictures were focused on the small girls that had caused all the mess. I walked over to the huge wall which housed hundreds of pictures, all bunched together and I couldn't help but laugh at some of the pictures that hung on the navy wall.

One, which I could resist laughing at, was that of a grinning Will. He must have been at least twenty, yet he wasn't the one that I was focusing on. He had his arms wrapped around one woman, a woman so beautiful that if I was insecure about my looks I would feel slightly threatened but I recognised her immediately.

Emily.

My stomach churned as I looked at the beaming face of Wills once favourite sister. They were both holding a shared diploma in their hands, and Emily was dressed to the nines as a graduating student.

I knew this must have been taken seven years ago – before everything had unravelled between the two. I bit my lip as I looked to the rest of the living room, going to pick up some of the toys that were on the ground and putting them into the already packed toy box. A white shaggy rug covered the floor while toys were strewn throughout the room, Barbies and dolls seemed to be everywhere and it took all my focus as I crossed the room to not fall over and break my neck.

The small round kitchen table separated the Kitchen from the living room, the table cluttered with drawing books and paper work yet it still had enough room for a vase of dying flowers in the midst of the insanity, and I bit my lip as I grabbed my bag of the counter – letting out a yelp as Erin zoomed past me from outside.

"C'mon, guys, let's go!" Kate bellowed as she came out of the hallway, pulling a brush through her damp, half dry hair before she turned off the TV that Claire was watching. She went over to her youngest daughter, going to fix her dishevelled hair as she asked her why she ruined her hair. With a shrug, she went back to jumping onto the couch and Kate made a move to fix her daughters messed up plats.

Claire made some sort of protest, before her face lit up when her mother told her where we were going. "Quilly!"

Oh, god, the abductor.

He won't be there, will he?

"Kate?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing as she turned back to me – her face flushed and flustered all in the same instance. "That guy that tried to abduct Claire won't be there, will he?"

Kate nodded, going back to fix her daughters hair as Erin zoomed past her out of the hall – skipping over to where her small, bejewelled handbag sat. "Erin! Where are your shoes, chicken?"

She shrugged at her mother, and Kate supressed a scream yet it came out almost as a muffled yelp. "Rose, can you help Erin find her shoes."

"Wait," I said as Erin grabbed my hand, pulling me into her room. I turned to Kate, my eyes wide as I shook my head. "I'm still on this whole abductor-will-be-at-dinner thing."

Kate sighed, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she put the brush she was holding into her mouth, going to tie Claire's pigtails again. "It's not a big deal!"

"He tried to abduct your daughter!" I said, and she made some sort of shrug as she picked Claire up from standing on the couch and put her onto the ground. I shrugged at her, going to where Erin was pulling me. "Be ready for a night filled with chloroform rags."

Erin's eyebrows furrowed as her face contorted in confusion, pulling me into her pristine room. "What's chloroform?"

"Something," I said as I went over to her closet, where everything was organized to the extent that I was starting to think this girl might have some form of OCD. My fingers racked through the countless shoes that were on the floor of her closet, and hanging up in small, white shelves that were also organized.

Shit, this girl is more organized than me.

Maybe I should get her to organize our apartment.

"Which shoes do you want?" I asked, looking back to Erin who was smoothing out the creases in her purple dress.

She looked to me, as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world and I raised my eyebrows in confusion. "Uhm, I need to have colour coordination."

"So, the purple ones then?"

She nodded, rolling her eyes and I grabbed the purple suede boots as I gave them to her and she thanked me – going out of her room and back into the living room. I sighed as I got up from the position I was in, following the little girl back into her living room as I saw Will pulling his jacket on – a small smile coming over my face as I admired my boyfriends chiselled physique that seemed to always make me gleeful that he was all mine.

"Ready?" He asked, and I nodded – running a hand through my chestnut hair as I tried to contain my stomachs contents from spilling over Kate's front mat.

It's going to be a long, chloroform filled night.

Heres another chapter for you all,

Third Chapter in one night, people, I should be congratulated for my efforts.

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