Second ChancesSe

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A/N: I'm going to be ending this story pretty soon! Thank you for everything. I hope that you enjoy it. If you don't... PM me about it, we can come to an agreement.

Fallen Angel

I woke up, crying and yelling for him. It was a dream! A horrible dream! I needed him beside me. I knew that he wasn't gone. I was only dreaming and it felt so real… Embry Call would never do that to me, I know so! It was just a dream that was so vivid and resembled the reality…

Embry Call, did not leave my room without speaking to me. Without so much glancing back at me! He would never do that to me! He loved me! He told me he did! He would not destroy my hopes in him. Would he? He promised to be anything that I wanted him to be. I wanted him to be mine! He needed to be mine. I wanted Embry to be only mine.

His lips were mine. His kisses were only for me and no one else… His embrace, body and heat were only for me.

Oh, God! Why did I felt like this? Why was I feeling so hopeless, dejected and desolated?

It felt like the night my mother left me. She just walked out the front door and didn't look back. She left me brokenhearted. I cried for her, until I had no tears left in me. She abandoned Mercury and me. My brother was never the same. I was never the same. I became an empty shell.

I was nothing, just a body with a heart that felt no emotions what so ever. I walked down the streets trying to find my purpose. I was the popular girl at my old school that everyone liked. I was surrounded by friends, but there was always that feeling of loneliness.

The smile on my lips hid my true emotions. I tried hard to find love in my father's arm, but his job was more important. Marcus, Micah, Miguel and Michael were much older than me, and to them, I was the daughter their father had with some other woman, that wasn't their mother. They wanted nothing to do with their little half-sister. I didn't have anyone to love me.

Mercury became a shadow in the darkness and I mourned the loss of his happy exuberance. My brother was the only thing that reminded me of her. I cried when I couldn't see the light in his eyes or his cheeky happy smile. I tried in vain to reach out to my brother, but he shunned me and like the rest of my family, abandoned me.

Mercury and I were once happy. We were our mother's little angels, but when she left us, she ripped our wings. Leaving us bleeding, alone, hurt and confused in the middle of a lonely path. We were abandoned by the person we loved the most. We soared high in her love, but she cut our wings and we became fallen angels.

I felt like I was reliving that same cruel night. I thought that when I met Thomas, I would find love- boy was I wrong! I was so dead wrong! I only found a mirage of what true love could be. But slowly in Embry's arms, I found what it truly meant. I felt the safety and protection, my heart desired for so long.

Why was I thinking of my mother? It had been ten years since she decided to leave, since I last saw her! Why was she occupying my thoughts?

I felt empty. The chattered pieces of my broken heart began to ache when I thought of her, or Tom, of my father, of my brothers, and Embry. I was alone; once again. I felt the pain and the companionship of my new best friend, named loneliness.

I turned to my side and clutched my pillow tightly as I opened my eyes. The pain of the fall began to manifest itself and course through my entire body, as I tried to shift in to a better position. My head was throbbing and legs were hurting.

Stray hairs fell on my face and I clumsily tucked them behind my ear. It was a radiant morning, according to the fluffy white clouds I saw outside the window. I closed my eyes again and yawn. It was useless; there was no comfortable position for me in this damn hospital bed.

I slowly sat up in bed and found Embry sitting at the foot of my bed. His stoic figure didn't move to help me. His honey brown sad eyes stared intensively at me.

Did I do something to hurt him? Did I say something harsh? Where was his radiant smile?

I felt my chest tightening and tears burn the back of my throat. I felt the fire of unshed tears behind my eyelids and I blinked them back. My heart continued to shatter as the silence of the room began to fill every corner of the room.

I couldn't believe that it took me this long to understand how I felt! I loved him! I loved Embry Call. I couldn't believe my realization, but it was the veracity that my soul had been trying to tell me. I had been blinded by the fear of giving in to his love.

I reached out for his hand, but he moved it away before I was able to touch him.

Embry, why? Why were you being so cold to me? Tears began to fall down my face at what I thought was his silent rejection. He was really hurting me!

I couldn't take the pain anymore. I should've died in that fall, perhaps; just maybe, the pain would have died with me. Tears began to fall copiously, but I wiped my face with the back of my hand and turned to look out the window.

How could this day be so sunny, when I was filled with such turmoil? I was so beyond redemption.

The awkward silence that dampened the atmosphere was palpable. I felt cold and despondent. I wanted Embry to hold me in his arms and keep me safe. I didn't fear life, if he was beside me.

"Embry," I said, turning to face him, but he didn't answer.

I felt the bed sag as he stood up and began pacing around the small hospital room. He went to the door and I felt fear that he would leave me again. I gasped, but he just shut the door close and began pacing back and forth the room. He stopped in the middle of the room, tapping his foot anxiously against the floor. He ran his fingers through his thick, lustrous black hair and turned to look out the window.

Why was he in my room, with me, but he would not look at me or speak to me?

I felt devastated by the internal struggle my soul was having. I couldn't let him see my defeated face. I wouldn't let anyone else step on me, not ever again.

Only Embry had the power to finally destroy me! Oh, fucking goodness, look at me, please! Insult me, do something! Yell at me, but, please, let me stare into your beautiful eyes.

I couldn't pry my eyes away from him. He was wearing a white and brown polo t-shirt and perfectly pressed Dockers khakis, with black dressing shoes. He was so handsome and looked so much older than his eighteen years of age. He looked like he was twenty seven years old; he was so good looking and gorgeous! Had he always been this tall? If he stretched his arms up, he would be able to reach the ceiling.

"Embry!" I whispered lowly, hiding my face behind my hands. I couldn't hide my sadness any longer. I was dying without his kisses... and his touch.

I heard his steady steps and I could smell his delicious scent tantalizing my nostrils. It was a combination of sandalwood, sea breeze and earth. When I uncovered my face, I found him standing before me. I looked up and once again became captivated by his light eyes. Those deep honeyed brown orbs, oozing with so much love, tenderness and passion were staring down at me. I felt that mysterious pull once again.

I painfully scooted closer to the bed and tried to reach for his hand. The IV made it impossible for me to reach him, stopping me short in my fruitless attempt to touch him. I didn't care about the pain, I felt the ache and the need touch him and be touched by him.

"Madison," he muttered sadly, running a hand through his face.

He knelt down in front of me and buried his face on my lap and began to sob. He swiftly wrapped his arms around my waist and his tears began to fall on my gown. My Embry was hurting and crying. How could I make him happy once again?

I couldn't control my emotions. Tears of insecurity, desperation and hurt, mixed together with hope tumbled down my face, landed on his perfect bronzed arm. I ran my hand along his hair and felt so safe and protected. His warmth began to embrace me, as hope began to bloom once again in my heart. There was no need for words. I understood. There was a silent agreement between us two, we belonged together.

"I-I," I sobbed, "I-I love y-you, Embry." I said louder, placing my hand under his chin and forced him to look up at me. I was no longer going to hide my feelings toward him. He'd been honest since the beginning, he always showed me that he loved me and for the first time, I was going to reciprocate the feeling.

"I love you, Embry Call! Don't leave me. I could not live without you. "

He stared up at me, his big honeyed eyes looking at me confusedly. "I couldn't hear you that well," he mumbled, wiping his face with the collar of his shirt. "Did you say you love me, princess?" he asked, laughing behind the new tears that were falling. There was his smile. Oh, I love him so much!

I nodded hopefully. "Am I still your princess, Em?" I asked, caressing his face.

"You've been my princess since the day we met, precious." he laughed, getting up on his feet. "You've been the fire that made me feel alive. I've never loved anyone the way I love you, Madison. I've been trying to show you how important you are to me, since the first time we made love." he said softly, sitting beside me.

"I've been a fool, Em." I sobbed, hiding my face behind my hands. "P-please f-forgive me! I've been so lost! I've so confused and lost. I thought that you walked out on me. It hurt so much to be away from you." I explained, feeling like a small child.

He took my hand in his and brought it to his lips. He gave the back of my hand a soft, tender kiss. "I came to speak to you. There are many things that we need to talk about. There is so much that you need to know about me... and there is something that your father asked of me that sort of caught me off guard, but I'm willing to do!" he said worriedly, kissing my hand again.

"Don't worry about it, Em. You are here with me and that is all that matters." I mumbled, leaning my head against his chest. I needed his warmth and his protective arms around me.

Embry played with my hair and kissed the crown of my head. "No," he muttered, causing me to look up at him. "There are many things that I have to explain to you. You need to-well; you need to know these things before we really establish a relationship." he sighed in frustration, carefully pushing me away from him and looking down at me.

"I don't understand." I said nervously, feeling the fear behind his words. "I don't care about your past. You are my future… I love you!"

"Madison, your father wants... I'm ready to do it! But, I need to know how you feel about it..." he stuttered, turning away from me.

Oh, great! My father is behind this! Nothing good ever came out when my dad is involved... "I'm listening, Embry." I said, bracing myself to the news that was soon to come out of my lover's lips.

xXx

Embry's POV

It had been a long day for me. It was my mother's birthday and Nick, her new boyfriend and I took her out to eat. She was happy and content. I've never seen my mother's eyes spark with contentment and her radiant smile illuminate an entire room.

Nick was a great guy and he knew how to make my mother happy. He did have his hands full with her, but at least he was able to bring out the light in her eyes.

I tried hard to enjoy the festivity and the companionship. I tried to smile and be part of the celebration. I felt ashamed that I was constantly thinking about Madison Love. She'd been occupying my mind the entire day. The last time I saw her, was a few days ago.

It was the hardest few days of my life. I knew about her, because Paul and the rest of my brothers would stop by the hospital and Dr. Cullen would inform them about Madison's status.

My mother caught up with my appearance and asked me what was wrong. I told her about everything. How I had fallen in love with Madison and the accident that landed her in the hospital. My mother's light eyes saddened, when she understood the pain I was feeling.

"You have to go see her, Embry." she said softly, taking my hands in her. She smiled softly at me and patting my hand. Nick excused himself and went to the bathroom, leaving my mother and me alone in the table.

"I will, Mom." I said, pausing as I caressed the back of her hand. My dearest mother! I loved her, but I was so consumed thinking about my imprint. Everything that was related to me fell to second place. I only wanted to be by Madison.

"No, Embry, you have to go to her now! She needs you beside her. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine! Nick and I we'll be out all day. I can tell that you're suffering without her. You need to be with your imprint, right?" she said in a firm voice.

I looked at her dumbfounded. "What did you say?" I asked confused. Did I really fucking heard right?

I searched my mother's eyes and found understanding. "I know about your secret, sweetie." she said a smile on her lips.

"Sue Clearwater told me everything, Embry. I know about the Quileute's legends and myths. I know that they are real. I even saw Leah Clearwater phase in front of me… a little scary, but now I understand!" she said, blinking hard to prevent the tears from falling.

"I'm sorry for what I did. I should've never kicked you out of the house. I only wished that you would've trust me more, Embry. I'm your mother and I'm human. I make mistakes and I thought that you were in drugs. You were constantly sneaking around at night. I thought so many bad things. I should have been there for you! I feel like a failure. I probably scarred you for life. But know this Embry Alexis Call, I never did stop loving you, my son. You're always welcome to return home." she sobbed, squeezing my hand gently.

"I love you too, Mom. I've never doubted your love for me." I said softly, leaning across the table to kiss her tear-stained cheek. "I know that you love me, I just didn't want you to suffer the burden of having a son that could turn into a giant wolf. I wanted to spare your feelings." I whispered.

I felt a wave of relieve wash over me. It was liberating and comforting to know that my mother understood and accepted me. I only wished that Madison would be as understanding when she knew the truth about me.

"Embry, if there is anything that you need, please come and tell me. I will do everything in my power to help you." she cried softly, releasing my hand and taking one of the napkins that were on the table.

I nodded and walked to her side. "I will, Mom. Just don't cry! It's your birthday and I want you to smile. Today is your day, don't waste it cry, please." I said, kneeling beside her and cupping her face in my hands.

She was so small and soft. I saw my mother in another light. She was still the same, strong single mother that raised me, but she was much older and wiser. She actually felt comfortable in her skin. I felt closer to her and I was thankful for Sue Clearwater. Seth was probably behind all this, but he was forgiven.

"Since it's my birthday," she said, wiping her tears with a napkin. "I want you to go and visit your girlfriend. I can't stand that lost look in your eyes. Go to her and make her happy, Em." she ordered, as she tried to push me up to my feet.

"It's OK, her family is with her." I said, trying to sound nonchalant, when deep down I was dying to be near her. "She probably won't even know that I'm there. She's been heavily sedated." I added, walking back to my chair.

"Nonsense, Em. You have to be there for her!" she said with finality.

Twenty minutes later, I was walking through the entrance of Fork's hospital, making my way down the hall. I could sense her. Her smell was intoxicating and I wanted to know that she was alright. I wanted to feel her fingers in my hair and just be near her. I fucking needed her so much.

I trudged down the hall past the waiting room.

"Are you Embry Call?" a familiar voice called. I stopped walking and turned around.

It was Madison's father. He looked distraught and there were dark circles under his eyes. His hair was unkempt, tussled around his face.

"Yes, sir." I said coolly, walking to where he stood. "How can I help you?" I said, looking down at him.

Mr. Ferreira's eyes flashed menacingly at me. I could smell the scent of fear that surrounded him. It made me feel good to know that I caused him fear. I towered over him by fourteen inches or more. He'd to crane his neck up, just to have a glimpse of my face.

"You are the Embry my daughter is constantly calling out in her dreams." he said with disgust. I nodded and took a step closer to him. I wanted to know where he was getting at.

"Yes, sir!" I answered serenely, staring down at him.

"Why does she cry your name so often, as if she was hurting? Did you hurt her? Did you push her down the cliff?" he asked ominously, taking a step back.

"No, sir, I would never hurt Madison." I said, there was pain in my voice. How could he think that I would hurt her? She was my life, my world and without her I would rather fucking die. "I would never hurt her. I rather die than see her suffering and in pain. I love your daughter, Mr. Ferreira." I said.

Mr. Ferreira started at me dubiously. He adjusted the collar of his suit and looked down the hall. He was uncomfortable knowing that I loved his daughter, but I didn't give a fuck. I needed him to know that I wasn't the enemy here.

"I jumped after her, when she fell down the cliff. I only wanted to see her safe. I am always around the damn forsaken waiting room, anxiously waiting to know how she's doing. And if I'm not here, my friends are here to inform me of her wellbeing!" I hissed angrily, wanting to slam my fist against the damn wall or his face.

"Are you telling me this, because you want me to praise you?" he asked haughtily, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I would never do that! I don't need to be praise by anyone for saving a precious life like Madison! Her smile is the only thing that I need. Like I said before, I love your daughter! Her happiness and safety is the only thing that I desire in this life." I snapped.

"I didn't save her to be praised or anything remotely related to that. I did it because I saw my life empty without her and this world would be missing a truly valuable soul if she would've drowned in the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean. I also did it because I wouldn't survive without her in my life, Mr. Ferreira."

He crossed his arms and continued to stare at me. What the hell did this asshole really want? He was getting on my last nerve. I wanted to see my girl. I didn't need this fucking douche bag to stare at me, like I was some piece of fucking shit.

"You don't know a fucking thing about love, son!" he bellowed in frustration.

"And you do?" I retorted sarcastically. He stared at me crossly.

"You're just like that asshole of Tom. Boys like you are only after one thing, pussy. My daughter is too stupid to see this. She is so desperately seeking for love that she gives herself to the first asshole that shows her a glimpse of tenderness." he said disappointedly.

I began to shake with anger. How could he be such an ass and speak about my girl, like that?

"You don't fucking know a thing about me! You can't compare me to fucking rich boy that grew up with a silver spoon shoved down his damn fucking mouth and had everything he ever wanted, handed to him." I shouted in frustration.

"I became a man, way before your sons and that douche bag of Tom did. I'd to grow up so I could help my struggling single mother. I have been working since I was eleven, helping my mother around the house. I am not a ridiculous dipshit that has time to be chasing after pussy. I was raised to respect girls! I have a mother that was wronged by a fucking asshole, that left her the moment he found out she was pregnant! I would never put Madison through that. She deserves so much more than that! Do you actually think that I would be like the man that wronged my mother? No! I would never be like him! I would never hurt the woman that I love." I said angrily, looking down at him.

"And don't fucking compare me to that fucking asshole of Tom. I am NOT searching for a piece of pussy. I want your daughter's heart! Your daughter is too important to me! She is the light of my eyes. I do anything just to see her smile. And don't ever tell me that I don't fucking know what love is. I feel it here!" I said, hitting my chest to emphasize my feelings.

"You can't ever compare me to that dipshit! He has nothing on me! I do love your daughter and if I have to prove it to you, I'll fucking do it! Madison is not an idiot… she is strong and she is not desperately searching for someone to love her! She just wants to know that her family actually loves her!" I said softly.

Mr. Ferreira's expression changed. He looked hurt. I hit a vulnerable spot in his heart. "Why do you say that?" he asked, looking down at the floor. "Why do you say that she only wants to know that her family loves her? Of course, we love her. She is my daughter and the light of my world... I work hard for all my children. After her mother left, I became everything for Mercury and Madison." he uttered, loosening his tie.

"You should speak to your daughter. I can't answer for her, but I do know that she wants to feel loved by you, sir." I said, feeling less angry.

Mr. Ferreira stared up at me curiously. "How old are you, son?" he asked.

"I just turned eighteen years old, Mr. Ferreira." I muttered, staring at him inquisitively.

"You look older. You sound more mature than my oldest son." he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

I pulled out my wallet from my pocket and showed him my driver's license. "I'm eighteen years old, sir. I may be mature, thanks to the life I had growing up."

He nodded. "Why did you beat my sons and Thomas?" he asked threateningly. "Who the hell do you think you are to be treating my children like that?" he snorted, straightening his back to look dangerous.

"I didn't beat your sons." I lied. I actually did and it felt good! I'll do it again if I had to.

"But I did beat Tim, when I found him forcing himself on Madison." I said shortly. I tried hard to contain my anger and not phase on the spot. I could still see the asshole's hand down my Madison's gown. Her pained expression was enough for me to lose it.

Mr. Ferreira took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. "He forced himself on her?" he asked sadly, running a hand through his face. "She was saying the truth! I didn't believe her!" he cried, sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. "I thought that she was giving herself to him!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, kneeling down before him, waiting for him to answer.

"She woke up crying, frantically calling out your name. She said that Thomas was hurting her and forcing himself on her." he said, tears falling down his face. "She said you defended her and that she wanted to see you. She cried out your name! She hates me!"

"Sir, she doesn't hate you. You're her father and she loves you. You just need to give her time to open up to you. Madison is a great girl. She is strong and confident in herself. She only needs to see that you love her." I said, trying hard to comfort her father.

"You love her, don't you." he said dejectedly. "I've never seen her cry out someone's name the way she cried out yours. She was suffering when that guy… Paul… he told her you weren't there. She hasn't stopped crying. Dr. Cullen had to sedate her, just to force her to sleep." he said.

"I do love your daughter. I love her with my heart and I'll always love her. I just needed time to cool off! I was about to kill that asshole of Thomas. I saw how he was hurting her. I would've beaten him to his death, if Madison had not stopped me. I only left the hospital to be away from him." I whispered, the images of that day running wildly in my mind.

"You should've!" Mr. Ferreira said sadly, hiding his face in his hands. "Embry," he began, but inhaled deeply.

"Yes, Mr. Ferreira." I said, standing up and looking down at him.

"Marry my daughter. Keep her safe from assholes like Tom." he said, looking up at me, his face serious and somber.