Kayla's POV

I'm running down the stairs right now. And not my stairs either- I'm in a totally different house and I feel totally lost, not literally of course. I'm too heartbroken for words- but why was Brady clattering down the stairs after me? Why on earth?

"NO, NO!" Brady kept shouting. Why did he want me to stop running? Shouldn't he be laughing at my previous expression and continuing to take Chloe's bra off? I hope she's still on the floor. And I hope the floor's dirty- and she has a broken finger.

I still can't believe how much it hurt. It's overwhelming- my heart feels as if someone is squeezing it for blood, or maybe squeezing just to hurt me.

Well, the second was working on me.

My best friend...and my crush.

I'm most upset that Chloe could do something like this. I had confessed everything to her- all my secrets!

I make it to the bottom of the stairs, next to the girls in my year that I had talked to earlier before- before finding...them. My face is now streaked with tears- which continue to fall down- and I know my face looks shocked and pained right now.

But I was in more pain on the inside.

I blink, tears roll down my cheeks, fresh from my eyes. I don't think I've ever cried this much before- well, not when physical violence wasn't involved.

The girls standing next to me looked sorry, worried, and sympathetic. For a second, my mind freezes.

Chloe told them. All about my crush on Brady.

Chloe had told Samantha.

And right now Samantha has a small smile on her face- and it isn't a sympathetic smile either. A joyful one- joyed to see me hurt.

I hear Brady thump down the rest of the stairs, then I hear him come to a stand-still at the bottom. He's breathing hard, and I can feel his stare on the back of my head.

By now, all eyes are on me, and they look confused and annoyed- the music has stopped, disrupting their party.

I don't look at anyone. I can't. If I look at anyone, I'll feel worse. So I do the only thing I can do.

I run.

But before I can even reach the door, I burst into a fresh new round of tears.

"NO!" I hear Bready shout as I run out the door. Why the hell is he shouting at me? Shouldn't he be hitting on Samantha by now? He probably wants to hit me for bursting in on him and Chloe. That thought hurt me more than I would have expected it to. My crush had nearly slept with my best friend, and now he wants to punch me. Great.

Someone seizes Brady from behind- I hear him struggle. He's screaming and screaming at them- wow, he must really want to hit me- I think tearfully. Even my mind is crying now.

Before anyone can say anything else, I'm out of the door and running away from the house that destroyed my short happiness.

I run so far that I begin to get lost.

My foster home is long gone behind me. I thought I had control over my feelings for Brady...but obviously I don't. Well, hadn't. And Chloe was my best friend! Brady can go jump off a cliff for all I care now.

But no matter how angry I am at them, even I can't deny the gut-wrenching pain of a broken heart- and I'm the Queen of broken hearts.

I croak out a sob, and my eyes squeeze shut. I just want to crawl into a little hole and stay there for a long time. But I can't do that, not in La Push. It's a very, very small town, and gossip travels fast- hiding in a hole won't solve anything. Even the teenagers in Forks would probably all know by tomorrow.

My family are gone. My dad's in prison for beating me, my best friend is a cheating slut, my crush wants to- apparently- kill me, and even my own mother couldn't stand to be near me. I want Jordan or someone to tell me that everything's gonna be okay, but nobody's here. Nobody wants me. What sort of life is this? What's the point even in living?

Right now, I can't even look ahead to tomorrow, let alone today.

I carry on walking, feeling numb- and to be honest, I can't care less where I am. But I start to notice some things: I can smell the sea, and hear the waves crashing against the rocks from a short distance away.

My semi-subconscious mind took me here- but it isn't that much of a surprise. I come here all the time, I'd know the way even if I was sleepwalking.

My feet seem to be shuffling toward an old tree- and I sit down, leaning my back against it. The bark is scratchy but I don't care.

My best friend and my crush.

I can't help sobbing- it hurts too much right now. I really thought I had found a true friend in Chloe, and even though my crush on Brady hadn't been going anywhere, I could have coped with that.

I can't cope with the pain, it hurts so much.

My face feels strange, but I know it's because of my tears. I can feel the tears on my eyelashes, dripping whenever I blink. The beas looks so peaceful and beautiful- and I almost bark out a sad laugh because of the contrast between myself and the sea.

The sky is totally dark now- I can see the moonlight. For now, it's my only peace.

How can this happen to me? Oh no wait, I know why: because men just can't keep it in their pants for five fucking minutes! Honestly! And Chloe, I should have seen it coming- she'd always looked at Brady strangely. And she's prettier than me- in my eyes at least. She disagreed with me on that, but it doesn't help me now, does it? My best friend is a backstabbing slut that can't keep her clothes on under any circumstances. Well, my ex best friend.

I never want to speak to her again.

Nor Brady, either.

I hate them both, and yet the tears keep coming. I wish that I could stay here forever, but I know I can't. My eyes are starting to drop slightly, and through my tears, I feel tired. Tired of thinking and thinking about Chloe and Brady on that bed together- half-naked.

I close my eyes, maybe just for a second I can sit like this and listen to the calming beach waves. It's so lovely here, I've always loved it- and it's the perfect place to go when I'm as upset as this. Hopefully I don't fall asleep...yeah, I think I can do that...

Brady's POV

"EMBRY! EMBRY, GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I scream. How DARE he keep me away from my girl, Kayla? She's mine. All mine, nobody else's. What if she falls and hurts herself? I can't believe I did that to her, her best friend! It makes me want to kill myself, but I can't do that. Not when Kayla is walking on this Earth. I need my Kayla, I need her like I need air to breathe. I need to hold her in my arms forever- and her never leaving . I can't bear this! I need to see her! I need to see her beautiful face again.

Otherwise my life just isn't worth living.

Right now, I'm trying my best to run to my sweet, heartbroken love- but Embry is holding me back. I want to rip his head off, I don't care if he's one of my pack brothers. I want my Kayla. I need to smell her sweet scent again and know that she's safe.

Everyone is staring at me, but I don't care. I can't care for the world. I only care for the girl that, right now, isn't safe as she's not in my arms, we she belongs.

Embry shakes me a little - but I don't notice all that much cause I'm already shaking so bad. I can feel my soul calling for her, aching for her. My anger at Embry is literally terrifying for any observers- of which there are lots. It's not just the wolfen side of me that aches for her- oh, no. I never believed Sam when he said that an imprint isn't about being a wolf- I always believed that it was only the wolf inside us that imprints.

But I was wrong.

Kayla's my soulmate.

My old 'friends' are staring at me as I shake and fight with Embry. Why don't they go after Kayla? Why bother with me? I'm nothing compared to her- she's my Princess. She needs someone, she's heartbroken- I can feel it.

I saw her face upstairs. Had I been lucky enough for her to like me? Had I been blessed enough to be worthy of her thoughts filled with me? The thought will fill me with awe and wonder later, but right now, I want to get to her so bad that I can't particularly think about anything else.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, EMBRY!" I scream again- but Embry's hold doesn't loosen. That only makes me scream more. I need my beautiful Kayla.

"Brady, man, what's going on?" Embry hisses in my ear. I scream and kick harder.

"Embry, dude...I think he imprinted!" Jared whispers in disbelief. They're all standing around me now. In the past- as in twenty minutes ago- I was a ladies man, always shagging girls. If I weren't so angry right now, I would be able to understand their disbelief- but I can't think about anything but my Kayla. I was a man-slut in the past, but I'm not now- Kayla's my sun, the only light I can see.

"Get...off...me!" I growl slowly and menacingly at Embry. He's keeping me away from my sun, my beautiful love! I need her in my arms right now, it feels like I'm dying.

"Holy shit! I think he has!" Embry exclaims, but his grip on me has loosened- I'm free!

"I'll rip your head off for that later!" I yell over my shoulder as I run out the door. Everyone in the room are still staring at me- whispering to each other with wide eyes. But I don't care one bit- I only care for my lonely beauty.

The cold air hits me like a numb slap in the face- but after a second, my body gets used to it and my skin becomes hot again. The wolf in me is so warm that I can literally stand in an ice storm and not feel one bit of a chill. Underneath all my worry for Kayla, I'm surprised that I hadn't phazed back in there, I had been shaking so much. Now, I phaze as quickly as I possibly can, and remember Kayla's scent, letting the memory of it flow through my body. Oh, god- I sigh heavily. God, she has a gorgeous scent.

I sniff as hard as I can, and a trail seems to open itself up to me. I quickly follow it, desperate to see my beauty Queen.

Mystery Woman...

The woman knelt down next to the girl, tears in her eyes. The teenage girl in front of her had dried tears on her face, her sleeping features soft but yet slightly pained. The woman reached out a hand and brushed at the girl's silky blonde hair with her fingers. She marveled at how beautiful it was, how beautiful the girl was. Her fingers traced the girl's forehead lightly, the soft skin smooth to the touch. She leaned down, tears spilling down her face, and kissed the sleeping girl's forehead lightly- as to not wake her. She whispered words to the girl, whimpering slightly as she spoke.

The snap of a twig alerted the woman. She reluctantly stood up away from the girl, shooting reluctant glances at the girl as she backed away from the source of the sounds.

And then, just like that, she was gone.