AN: I do not own the vampires or the wolf pack (though, I wish I did). Sadly, they belong to Stephanie Meyer, which is why she has the money and I don't.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while.
Again, very special thanks to her! She has been very gracious as both the owner of the characters and as my Beta. She rocks!
This is a bit of a spin-off from the last chapter ("Genitalia") of yay4shanghai's A Fun and Easy Way to Go Down a Dress Size. If you haven't read it or its accompanying story Enough With the Gravity Moving Already, you need to!
I do, however, own the following conversation between myself and two other teachers:
*Me (talking about my CPR dummy): He looked like a fine Native American man.
*Kindergarten Teacher: I didn't know you had a thing for Native American guys.
*Fifth Grade Teacher: This is Jennifer we're talking about. She has a thing for guys in general.
*Me: Yeah, it's true.
This is my first FanFiction story, so please review and be gentle!
P.S. Again, things are getting more Mature and if that bothers you, sorry. Teenagers think about sex, a lot.
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Chapter 4: Keep Your Damn Hands to Your Damn Self
The sneaking around thing had been fun, but I was getting a little tired of hiding the fact that I loved him so damn much. I was still waiting for him to say it back, but I could be a very patient person, and I would wait as long as it took. I did a lot of lying during those six months. I lied to my parents, to Kim and Jared, to Grandpa Billy, and to Uncle Jake. I lied about where I was going and what I was doing, escaping to secret rendezvous with Ethan. I perfected the innocent routine to a tee.
So, after six months of the sneaking around business, one phone call to Nessie about orgasms, and a hickey that was hell to hide, Ethan and I were making out in the garage at Grandpa Billy's house, while everyone else helped paint the den at the Black house. Uncle Jake had the backseat of an old Chevy van stowed in the garage. I was laying down on it, Ethan on top of me, kissing me passionately, his shirt on the floor, while his right hand massaged my breast through the fabric of my new sundress. He pulled away for a second and looked me in the eyes.
He smiled and said, "You are so beautiful, like a ray of sunshine, brightening my day… I think that's what I'll call you from now on. Ray. Is that okay?"
I ran my hands through his hair and whispered, "Ray that's a wonderful name."
He kept looking at me, tracing my lips with his warm fingertips, before finally speaking, "I'm sorry I didn't say this sooner, but I really love you, Ray."
I smiled back, hugging him to me, whispering in his ear, "You have no idea how much I love you."
He crashed his lips to mine and returned his hand to my breast, deepening the kiss.
I don't know how we didn't hear them. Or why we didn't lock the garage door. But we didn't, and like many times in the near future, fate was not on our side.
The garage door swung open, as my Dad, Jared, and Embry all stood before us, dropping the paint cans and brushes in their hands. And there we were: Ethan still on top of me, my boob still in his hand, and our lips deeply intertwined. I turned and looked at the three giants standing there, as Dad began to shake.
"What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?" Dad yelled, his voice trembling as he gritted his teeth.
"Calm down, Paul. You haven't phased in months. You're doing really well, just calm down," Embry encouraged, walking towards Dad.
Ethan and I were literally petrified. We couldn't move. We stayed in the same position we were in as Dad moved towards us.
"Answer me you little shit! What are you doing?"
His trembling was worse now, and both Jared and Embry, tried to hold him back, as he shoved them out of his way. I pushed Ethan off of me, standing up to look at my Dad.
"Nothing, Daddy. We weren't doing anything." I knew the daddy's girl routine wasn't going to get me out of this one.
"Really! Because to me it looked like he was about ready to round third base and head for home! Am I wrong?!" This was quite possibly the angriest I had every seen my father. He had been mad, a lot. But this, I knew this was not going to end well.
Ethan stood next to me, lacing his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wise, but I love her."
That was all it took. Right before my eyes, my "Daddy" phased into a monster, his clothes ripped to shreds on the garage floor, as he pushed Ethan into the corner, snarling and growling.
Grandpa Billy rolled up in his wheelchair and stopped next to Dad.
"Paul, stop it! Look at your daughter!" Grandpa Billy yelled at him, as Dad turned to see me, staring at him with complete terror in my eyes. This animal that stood before me was not the wolf of Quileute legends, not the protector I had been led to believe existed. This was a creature from a horror movie, and I wanted nothing more than to get as far away from it as possible. I was terrified of my own father.
"Move away very slowly, Ethan," Jared said, softly, trying to protect his son from death at the hands of an angry father/wolf.
Ethan edged his way to the door, as Jared pulled him behind him, running with Embry to the house. "Great," I thought, "Just me, an old dude in a wheelchair, and a really pissed off wolf! This should be interesting."
"Embry!" Grandpa yelled. Embry stood at the door in less than second. "Take Trisha to Rachel, please." Grandpa's eyes were fixed on Dad, as Dad started to whimper.
"Come on, Trisha," Embry said, keeping his eyes on Dad, pulling me behind him, out the door.
Everyone had congregated on the front lawn. Everyone. Most all of the pack. Except for Jared and Ethan, who I imagined must have been at the Wahalla house, away from the giant creature in the garage.
I ran to my Mom, burying my head in her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. (Yes, this and the before mentioned imprint business were rare tear jerking occurrences.) "What the hell happened, Embry?" Mom asked.
"Paul phased. Right in front of them," Embry said, I heard the pack start pacing and mumbling.
Mom paused for a second and then asked, "Them? Who else was in there?"
"Talk to your kid, Rachel. It's none of my business," Embry spat, giving me a disapproving look.
"What happened, Trisha? Why did your Dad phase?"
"I-I-I don't wa-want to talk a-a-bout it. I wa-want to go ho-ho-home," I managed between tears. We walked to the car, as she opened the door for me to slide in. I looked over at the pack in the front yard and found myself scared. They weren't the protective uncles I had once thought of them as. They were like my Dad. They were scary, and even in human form, they seemed more intimidating than before.
I heard Mom ask if Embry would give Dad a ride home, and Embry nodded, still glaring at me through the window. Then I heard Grandpa Billy yell for Sam to bring him some clothes out of Jake's room, as Sam looked to David. David ran in and out of the house in a matter of seconds with a fresh pair of shorts in his hands, practically foaming at the mouth on his way to the garage. I knew David would give anything to be a wolf, and even just spending a few minutes in the presence of one of the boys in wolf-form, was enough to give him a hard-on to last for hours.
Everyone just kept gawking at me and whispering, until I slid down the seat right out of view.
"Do you want to tell me what that was all about? Or do I need to ask your father?" Mom asked, putting the keys in the ignition, turning it over, and peeling out of the driveway.
I shook my head to say no but didn't open my mouth. I knew I was going to be in some serious shit. I looked at her as she hardened her eyes to the road, "That's just fine, then. I'll be more than happy to ask your Dad."
"NO!" I said, "I'll tell you. Just…just wait until we get home please. I need to make a phone call and then I'll spill it all."
"I suppose that's a fair compromise," she nodded.
I knew there was no way my Dad was going to let me out of the house to see Ethan. So, I determined, we would have to take sneaking around and kick it up a notch. I knew what had to be done, and, as soon as we pulled up to the house, I ran to kitchen, grabbing the phone, dialing the Wahalla's number with super human speed.
It rang twice before someone picked it up.
"Hello?" the voice said.
"Uncle Jared, may I please, please talk to Ethan?" I begged.
"Trisha, that's probably not the best idea. Aunt Kim and I would like to have more children, and knowing how your father will react, I don't want to loose my testicles just yet."
"Just for a minute. Please."
I could hear Ethan in the background, begging his dad to let him talk to me.
"Fine. What can I say, I'm a pussy for young love," Jared said, passing the phone off.
"Ray?! Are you okay? What happened after I left?" Ethan said into the phone.
"I'm home now. I haven't talked to my parents yet, but I wanted to tell you…" I looked around to make sure Mom wasn1't within earshot, "I love you and I'm coming to see you tonight. Leave your window unlocked."
"You are adventurous! I think I can do that." I could see him smirking on the other end.
Mom rounded the corner, tapping her foot at me, and glaring.
"I gotta go. The prison matron just walked in, and I think she'll have reinforcements in a few minutes. Remember what I said, though, okay?" I whispered.
"Of course. I love you, Ray. See you later," he whispered back, hanging up the phone.
I hung up the phone, as Mom pointed to the kitchen table. She cleared her throat, waving her hand, inviting me to begin.
How can I say this without appearing like a 13-year old girl with a crush on a random boy? How can I say this so she knows I love Ethan and he loves me? How can I let her know he's my soulmate, when she doesn't even know we've been a "thing" for six months?
Fortunately, I didn't have to say anything.
"Is this about Ethan?" she asked me, pulling my face to look in her eyes.
My eyes got bigger as I nodded to her.
"You thought I didn't know?" She paused, "Trisha, I'm your mother. I see the way you two look at each other, like there's no one else around. I'm a little ashamed that you feel you had to hide it from me, though. I thought I'd always been a pretty cool mom," she said chuckling a little.
I teared up again, "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't know what to do! I just love Ethan, so much, and his friends would have ragged on him, so we didn't tell anyone. I'm so, so sorry!"
She pulled me out of my chair and onto her lap. "It's okay, Baby Girl. Nothing you do, can EVER make me love you any less." She ran her fingers through my long hair, holding me close to her. "But…"
I hated Mom's "buts" because they were usually followed with a punishment or inquisition. This time, it was the latter.
"Trisha, I need to know exactly what happened. Your father has a temper, but he had to have been really pissed to phase like that."
I snuggled closer to Mom and looked at her, "We were kissing, Ethan and I, and dad, Uncle Jared and Uncle Embry walked in on us."
"Kissing. That's all?"
I pursed my lips, looking down, "You know that van seat in the garage? We were laying on it, kissing. Ethan was on top of me, his shirt was off, and his hand was on my boob. That's what Daddy saw."
I heard her sigh, but I couldn't look at her, too embarrassed to see the disappointment in her eyes. "You're not having sex, are you, Trisha?"
I jumped a little just hearing her say the word "sex" and shook my head, "No, Mom! And I won't for a very, very long time!"
The phone rang then, and I crawled off Mom's lap, as she answered the phone.
"Hello," she paused, answering the phone. "Thanks, Embry." She turned and looked at me. "Your dad and Embry will be here in a minute. I want you to go upstairs and let me talk to your father."
I nodded, "Okay. Thank you, Momma. I love you."
"I love you, too, but you're not off the hook yet. We won't talk about this anymore tonight. But prepare yourself for breakfast in the morning," she said, pushing me up the stairs, as Embry's truck roared into the driveway.
I walked to my room, shutting the door behind me, but listening to the voices filter in the den.
"Hey guys," Mom said very nonchalantly.
"How's she doing, Rach?" Sam? Why the hell was Sam here? And if Sam was here, oh fuck, no! The twins!
"I don't know why she's so upset. I think it's cool to see the wolves. She's just being a total chick!" David, the genius, said.
"Shut up, David," Embry said slapping the back of David's head.
"She'll be okay. I think Paul and I need to have a little discussion," Mom answered back.
"Do you want me to stay, in case it gets too heated?" Sam asked.
"No, take the boys and home. I think I can handle my husband," Mom said, shooing Sam and the twins out the door, as I heard Dad grunt from the couch. "Embry, hold on a sec."
I could tell she was waiting for Sam and the boys to get in the truck before she said anything else to Embry. "Tell me what happened, Embry."
"It's not really that bad. They were going at it in the garage and we just happened to walk in. Ethan said he loved Trisha, and Paul phased," Embry said. "Shit, Rach, I wish you could have seen her face. She was scared to death. But she wasn't just scared of him. It was like she could see all of us, all the wolves, and she was terrified. I had no idea what to say to her."
"It's okay, Em. She'll be fine. Now, I just have to deal with my lug of a husband," Mom chuckled.
"Rach, will you tell Trish I'm sorry. I feel like I was really cold to her, but I was embarrassed. For Paul, for all of us," Embry said, walking off.
"Sure thing," Mom said, shutting the front door. Then, all hell broke loose, and I remembered again why my Mom was my hero.
"Paul, what the FUCK were you thinking? Do you realize what you could've done? You could've hurt Trisha! You could have hurt Ethan!" Mom yelled, lacing her words with venom.
"Ethan, yeah, God forbid," Dad sighed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Your daughter will never look at you the same again. You think you can live with that? Your little girl terrified of you?! Hating you?!" Mom's voice got louder, and the guilt swelled inside me, listening to her tear into Dad.
"You didn't see it, Rachel. You didn't see the way they were kissing. My little girl, laying under some sex-crazed teenage asshole. No one should touch her the way he was touching her. And to say he loves her! Give me a fucking break! I was just protecting her! Doing the job I signed up to do thirteen years ago when I held her in my arms for the first time! God, Rachel!" I could hear the hurt in Dad's voice, and it was enough. I had to get out of here, now.
I opened my window, silently slipping into the darkness. I walked down the road to the Wahalla house. The lights were on in the kitchen downstairs, and I could see Jared at the table, reading a book called Talking to Your Son About Sex. I giggled a little, before finding my way to the backyard, shimmying up the trellis outside Ethan's window. I saw him standing at the edge of the bed, pacing back and forth. I tapped on the window, pushing it open and slipping in.
"Ray!" He said, softly. He pulled me into a rough kiss, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Pulling our lips apart, he said, "I'm so sorry! This is all my fault. I should've heard them coming. I shouldn't have been so scared of your Dad. Why did I let him back me into a corner like that?"
He started to continue his rant, but I put my finger on his lips.
"Ethan, just shut up and kiss me," I said, as I leaned into him and he complied with my wishes, walking backwards to lock his bedroom door, before carrying me to his bed, laying me down carefully. I licked his lips, practically shoving my tongue in his mouth, needing to be as close as possible to his warmth. He crawled between my legs, and I felt the usual hardness coming from his pants, and he moaned, running his hands down my sides to the hem of my dress.
The kisses continued, as his hands explored my thighs, first the outer part, before slipping his hand between my legs. He stopped for a minute, pulling away looking at me.
"Ray," he whispered, kissing my collarbone. "Can we talk for a minute?"
"You can always tell me anything," I whispered back, pushing a few strands of his beautiful black hair off his forehead.
He ran his thumbs along my jaw and cheekbones, gazing into my eyes with his gorgeous mahogany brown eyes. "I know. I don't trust anyone as much as I trust you." He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I can feel the change coming. You know? The wolf-change. It won't be long. Not for me, or David."
Why was he telling me this? In case Ethan had forgotten, we had just almost been killed by a giant wolf, the same type of wolf that I had watched the wolf-boys fawn over throughout the years. Wolves were the last thing I wanted to discuss. But I loved Ethan, and I listened to him.
"When it happens, Ray. I don't want you to ever be scared of me. And I really want…I want you to be the one…my imprint. I want you to be my soulmate. I always have, even when I didn't show it. I've always loved you. Always." He kissed my lips again, sweetly, sincerely.
I smiled up at him, "I would be honored to be yours, forever. To be your wolf-girl."
He chuckled at me, resuming our passionate kisses. And then he did something new, something different. We had spent a lot of time with my hands down his pants, holding on to him for dear life, but this time he moved his hands under my dress, pushing my virginal white panties out of the way, never stopping the kisses. I moaned, as he rubbed his finger along my now damp sex.
"I love you, Trisha. You are my ray of sunshine," he said, kissing and sucking behind my ear and along my neck.
"Hmm…I love you, too."
Then he slid one of his fingers inside me, and I stopped breathing for a second, gasping a little, feeling a strange soft pain. Oh, shit! Was this the beginning of what Nessie was talking about? Pain and pleasure? Next came the tingling sensation, as Ethan moved his finger in, then out of me slowly, kissing me sweetly along my jawline. I felt the tension in my abdomen. I started to groan, softly saying his name. And then I felt the release. My first orgasm! My body shuddered, "Ugh, Ethan!" I said it a little louder than I probably should have.
"Shhh," Ethan chuckled, taking his finger out of me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
He rolled next to me, intertwining our hands, as we both stared at the ceiling.
"This is how it's going to have to be, isn't it? Even worse than before. Only seeing each other at night," Ethan said, his voice pained.
"I'm sorry. It's just for awhile, until all this blows over with Dad."
He pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arm around me. We lay like that until I glanced at the clock, realizing it was three in the morning. Ethan had fallen asleep, and I kissed him on the cheek, as I slipped out the window, walking home.
The next day I got the lecture of a lifetime, though, if my parents had only known what else went on last night, I would have been in even bigger shit. I was "grounded" for a week, which didn't really matter to me, since the only person I wanted to see, was barred, it didn't get worse than that.
Dad's exact words were a little more passionate, "you're not going to see that punk without at least five other adults around. And that little Wahalla shit better keep his damn hands to his damn self." Dad apologized for phasing and tried to ease my fears of the wolves by telling me stories of all the good things they had done over the years. It helped a little but anytime I saw any of the wolves, I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Ethan and I had managed one rendezvous at the beach during the day, completely unnoticed, or so we though. We spent all day, lying in the sand, kissing, and touching. I had my second official orgasm that day. We said our traditional goodbyes, as he walked one way down the beach, and I the other. It had probably been one of the most romantic days we had spent together. It was perfection. I started to feel like everything was going to be okay. Eventually, when Ethan imprinted on me, Daddy would have to accept that we loved each other, and were destined to be together.
Two days after our romantic tryst on the beach, the pack gathered at the Uley's, the wolves in the backyard drinking beer and trading stories. The rumor was that David's change was underway, and he would probably be phasing in the next week or so. Woohoo for him! The wolf-boys stayed close to their dads. I could tell by watching them that Ethan and David were ecstatic, hanging on edge for the change. Mark and Taylor looked terrified, like they wanted no part in any of it. I could feel their pain. I was in the kitchen, again, with the wolf-girls, helping Emily decorate cookies, as she doted on me.
"Oh, shit," we all heard Embry mutter from the backyard.
"What did you just say?" Dad growled, throwing a chair out of his way, charging to Embry.
"Paul, man, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was saying," Embry stuttered.
"TRISHA! Get your ASS out here now!" Dad yelled. What in the hell did this have to do with me?
I skipped out the back door, smiling, walking down the steps, before raising my head to see all the wolves with apologetic looks on their faces, as my Dad's face got redder. I took a deep breath, still not sure exactly what he could want. There was no way he could have found out about my nightly trips to the Wahalla's. We were beyond cautious.
Dad walked towards Ethan, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him towards me. Jared stepped forward, "Paul, watch it. I'm not gonna let you manhandle my son."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, JARED!" Dad growled. Oh, shit. This was bad. Really, really bad. Dad and Jared were best friends, he wouldn't talk to him like that.
No one else said anything, as Dad continued pulling Ethan. This time towards Collin.
"IS IT FUCKIN' TRUE?! IS THAT WHAT HELEN SAW?"
Collin nodded his head yes, knowing Dad would mostly likely call his wife out next, and he didn't want to subject her to the wrath of Paul Wise. What had Helen seen? I was still confused.
Dad pulled Ethan within an inch of his face, "Did YOU have YOUR hands down MY daughter's shorts?"
And then it hit me. The beach. Helen must have seen us on the beach. Any other time he had his hands in my pants, we were in his bedroom. But Helen must have seen the one time we decide to love each other out in the open.
The normally exuberant pack was now at a silent standstill. Ethan looked at me, mouthing "I love you," before turning to my Dad and nodding, ready to face his fate.
Jared continued closing in on Dad and Ethan, as Dad pulled his arm back, ready to punch him.
"Daddy, stop!" I begged, running to him.
He turned to me with rage in his eyes, "Don't you DARE call me Daddy, you little TRAMP! Leave it to my daughter to be the reservation whore!" His words cut through me like a knife, and I think I actually heard several of the wolves gasp. But I had created a distraction, and Jared was able to pull Ethan out of Dad's grip. Dad spun around, his fist making contact with Jared's jaw, as Jared threw Ethan behind him. Jared tackled Dad and a fight ensued. It was impossible for me to see anything. The two men were surrounded by wolves, trying to pull them off of one another, unsuccessfully. They continued rolling around on the ground, fists flying, grunting, and I rushed to Ethan's side.
"ENOUGH!" Sam ordered, slamming his fist on the table, as it buckled underneath the force.
Jared and Dad stopped fighting and turned to Sam. "Emily," Sam said calmly. She came out the backdoor, followed by the rest of the wolf-girls, who all took in the scene in confusion.
"Yes, dear?" Emily said.
"Take Trisha home now. I need to have a little meeting with the rest of the Wises and the Wahallas," Sam said, pointing for Dad and Jared, as well as the imprintees to make their way to the den.
I could only really imagine what Sam could possibly want to say. Sam looked at me and then to Ethan. "You are to have no contact with her until further notice, is that clear?"
Yeah, right, like Sam Uley was going to tell Ethan what to do! That's a joke! Sam's "alpha tone" only worked on pack member, and Ethan wasn't one of those yet. But I saw the look in Ethan's eyes as he said, "Yes, sir," to Sam. Even if he wasn't his Alpha yet, Ethan knew he would be someday, and it would make life a lot easier for everyone if he learned to follow commands now.
Emily took me home, hugging me and smiling before she left. I went to the couch, curled into a ball, and felt numb. Now, not only was I without Ethan, my father thought I was whore. And when Sam finished his discussion, my mom would probably hate me, too. I fell asleep there, until my parents came home. My dad carried me to my room, tucking me into bed. That was the last time he touched me, looked at me, or talked to me for two weeks. I was the blemish in his gene pool, the bad seed. Mom was still loving to me, but I could tell, she was disappointed and ashamed of me, as well. I was under house arrest indefinitely, being allowed only to go to school. I wasn't even allowed to spend time with the wolf-girls. I was alone.
Ethan wasn't at school for the next two weeks, and neither was David. I assumed this meant they were finally getting their dream, their transformation. I wished I could have been able to share that with Ethan. With Ethan gone, I had no friends. Taylor occasionally talked to me, but more out of politeness than concern. I knew he thought I had corrupted his brother. In fact, the only person that really talked to me was Mark. He would tell me little things about David and Ethan and told me he knew it pained Ethan to be away from me. He said that the four of them, Ethan, David, Mark, and Taylor, had been sent to Quil for a "talk" after it was revealed that Ethan couldn't "keep his hands to himself." Mark didn't look at me with the disdain that most of the others did. He would hug me, and listen to me as I sobbed through stories of eavesdropping on conversations Dad had with other pack members about what a disappointment I had turned out to be.
"My Daddy doesn't love me anymore," I cried, sitting with Mark one day after school.
"That's not true. You are the apple of your Dad's eye. He's just a little confused and frustrated right now. He'll come around. Besides, tonight might be your lucky night. We're having a dinner at the house to celebrate David and Ethans's big 'transformation.' Maybe tonight's the night for an imprint," Mark said, giving me a one-armed, side hug.
At the time, I couldn't help but smile.
Damn Mark Uley and his prophetic words!
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NEXT CHAPTER: "You Were Never My Equal"—For all you David lovers! You know who you are!