Second Chances

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AN: Here is my update! I hope you like it!

Family Feud

I sat on the rocking chair, watching the sun setting behind the tree branches, bringing forth the darkness that was so persistent in La Push. My father and brothers had gone to Port Angeles for dinner. I was free from their questions and from pretending that I was fine.

It had been three days, since I was discharged from the hospital and I still had not seen my Embry. He'd to stay at Paul's house, because he didn't want my father to find him in my bed. I really didn't care if my father found us together. I only wanted to be by my Embry. I missed him! I wanted to know that he was fine! I didn't even get a phone call to explain why he'd not come to visit me.

I found out from Kim and Jared, that he was very busy at work. When I asked them what Embry did at work, Jared started to act strange. Kimberly Santos wasn't trying hard to act nonchalantly. She wanted to tell me, but Jared said that it was Embry's place to tell me.

I hate Jared! If I could've punched him. I would've done it, but I remembered how much it hurt me when I punched Embry! He was probably built the same way as my angel. Jared and Kim stayed with me for a few hours and we converse and chatted about things. Emily and Sam Uley, also stopped by on Saturday to see how I was doing. I talked to them and I enjoyed their company. Emily was so kind and gentle. She definitely complimented her fiancé. He was so serious, authoritative and brusque. She was soft, kind, benevolent and sophisticated. I had to laugh! It was the same way with Embry and me!

Embry was so quick to react and asked questions later. He was fun and I wasn't. He was happy and I was bitter. He was shy around people and I didn't give a fuck! We were truly opposites from each other.

When Sam Uley and Emily Young left, I felt emptier than before. I didn't want to speak to Micah Adrian, Miguel Angel or Marcus Ayton. They were being dicks after the argument we had. I really didn't feel like getting an ulcer, because of them. My father was still the same partial person, I've known him to be.

We sat around the table in my Aunt's dining room, eating the cheesecake she made for us. It was awkward eating with my family. I had gotten used to being alone with Embry. I wasn't hungry and I felt tired. My father was asking questions about La Push and Embry. He was being kind and told me that he was beginning to like Embry. I almost spit my food when he told me that.

"Excuse me?" I said dubiously, placing the napkin on my lips. "You what?" I asked nervously, afraid that I was going to hear something different.

"I said," my father paused, taking a sip of his coffee. "I enjoy talking to Embry Call. He's a gentleman." my father said, smiling at me. "I'm glad that he was there to protect you, Love. He's a great person."

"Oh, please!" Micah retorted, pushing his dish away from him. "That guy is an idiot and a dick! He just came up to us, with his group of hooligan friends and beat us up for no apparent reason." he whined, slamming his fork against my Aunt's favorite china.

"Watch what you're doing, idiot!" I said angrily, taking a bite of my cheesecake. "And don't talk about my friends!" I said threateningly.

"Whatever!" Micah responded, folding his arms over his chest. "You probably sent him to beat us up! You're a fucking bitter bitch! I know that you were mad at me for giving Tom your phone number." he hissed.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him. "Please, if I wanted to have you beaten; I would've done it myself!" I said.

"You wish!" he replied angrily, playing with his napkin. "I want to see you try it!"

My father cleared his throat and stared at us menacingly. "We're going to have a pleasant family dinner! Please, let's be courteous to one another!" he said angrily.

What the hell was wrong with my father? He was acting like a manly Martha Stewart!

"Courteous?" I asked, laughing sarcastically. "We'll never be courteous with each other, father." I stopped, staring at Micah. "I hate you Micah! You are an ass and a hypocrite."

"Hypocrite?" he asked in disbelief. "I'm a hypocrite?" he said, pointing at himself.

I nodded, my eyes narrowed with anger. "Yes, you are! So are Miguel, Marcus and Mercury!" I shouted.

"Me? What the fuck did I do?" Mercury asked surprised. "I haven't done anything to you, Love!" he replied, shaking his head and staring at me with his damn gray eyes.

"Me neither, I don't even know what the fuck is going on here!" Miguel laughed, placing another piece of his cake on his plate.

"I'll gladly tell you!" I retorted furiously.

"Remind us, please!" Marcus said irritated.

"Let's begin with Micah!" I said, pointing at Adrian. "You started it all!"

"I started it all?" he asked surprised. "I started it all?"

I nodded my head. "Yes you did! It all started three months ago!" I shouted, feeling the anger bubbling inside my chest.

"What exactly happened three months ago?" my father asked nonchalantly.

"Adrian invited Thomas in to the house. Even after you told him not to bring anyone, while you were at work." I said, starting at my father. He nodded and motioned me to continue.

"I was a little tipsy from Serenity's party! Yes, I drank a lot! I couldn't drive my Jeep, so I called Miguel to get me." I said, flashing my eyes at Micah Adrian.

"I remember." Miguel said, with his mouth full of cake. "What else?"

"I was in my room and Thomas entered it. We started kissing and touching, one thing led to the other…" I said, trailing off.

I wasn't going to sugar coated. I was going to voice my fucking frustration. "Micah walked in on us and slapped me. He was mad that I was with Thomas. He knew that we were going out, but he wasn't aware that we were sexually active." I said, looking down at my trembling hands.

"You were so mad that you called dad!" I shouted, pointing my finger at my stupid brother. "When dad came home, he found Thomas in my room..."

After my father caught me having sex with Thomas, he packed my stuff and bought a plane ticket to Washington. I lost my friends, my comfortable lifestyle and my beautiful brand new four doors Jeep. I know that everything happens for a reason. But I still resented Micah. I was mad at him! But at least, I got to meet my guardian angel and the man I loved, Embry! The only man that would protect me!

My father mulled over my words and sighed. "You did call me, Micah." he mumbled, placing the coffee cup on the table. "You were very upset!"

"You did! You said that you wanted Madison to feel your pain!" Marcus said shocked, staring at me. "I get it now!"

"Micah Adrian is... he likes Thomas?!" Mercury laughed. "He is in love with Thomas!" he said, shaking his head.

My father's eyes shot open. Micah stared at us and shook his head. "Thomas is just a good friend." he said defiantly. "We're just good friends, that's all!"

"Liar!" I shouted. "I see it clearly now! You were jealous of me! Your own sister!" I whispered, feeling the pain surround me.

"I can't believe it!" I muttered, sinking in my seat. "I understand many things now!"

"Sweetheart," my father said softly, touching my hand gently. "Remember to take it easy. You were in the hospital a few days ago. You need to take it easy."

"It's true." Mercury said, standing from his seat and walking towards my side of the table. He knelt beside me and took my hand.

My big brother's eyes stared kindly at me. I felt a bit relieved. I didn't want to argue with them, but I was furious at Micah, for inviting Thomas, for hurting me and for technically ruining my life.

"We should let Madison Love, rest tonight." Mercury said, smirking at me.

"Hell, no! She's going to listen to what I have to say." Micah continued to protest. "She's gonna listen to what I have to say! I don't care if she dies from internal bleeding or a brain hemorrhage!" he barked, standing from his seat and walking to mine. "I'm not gay! Tom is only a friend!"

He grabbed my hand and forced me to stand up. "Let's go, bitch!" he snarled. "You and I have a lot to talk about!"

Mercury stood up and grabbed my other arm, pulling me towards him. "Leave my sister alone, Mic!" he barked, making his young face look older.

"You have a fucking slut for a sister, Merc!" Micah said, slapping my face. "I hate you, bitch. You took the man that I love!"

"Mic, let go of her! Calm down." Marcus the oldest of my brothers said, grabbing Micah's arm.

"You can shove him up, your fucking ass! I hate him! I don't want him!" I cried, touching my aching cheek. "Why don't you all leave me the fuck alone? I don't need any of you! I never did!"

"Yeah, right! You forced him to touch you! You made that guy believe that Tom was hurting you and he beat him up!" Micah Adrian said crossly.

"I did not!" I retorted, launching myself at him, but Mercury's hands held me. "I never did! I avoided him and you gave him my number. You were the one that told him that I fell off a cliff. I hate you! I hate you so much! I was starting to feel happy here in La Push! Away from everyone!" I cried.

"Mic, leave Mad alone!" Marcus Ayton ordered, his eyes narrowed, staring menacingly at Micah Adrian.

"NO, Mark!" Micah shouted, slamming his fist against the wall. "That bitch ruined my life!"

"Her boyfriend got our faces bruised! I'm gonna make her pay!" Micah said, pushing me against the wall. I felt the pain, surging through my body, but I didn't wince.

"Let him, Marcus. I know why he's so angry!" I said. "He's jealous because I'm a girl and he's not! He hates me, because Thomas preferred me, a girl, over Micah, a boy!" I said spiteful.

I don't have anything against homosexuals. They are the loveliest of people. I just hated my brother's malicious lies and deceit. If it wasn't for him, I would still be in the comfort of my house, surrounded by my friends. Micah should have been honest. If he would've told me about his love or interest for Thomas, I would've stopped the relationship. I would've put my brother's happiness before mine. But he never saw me as a sister. To him I was an enemy. The person that stood between his happiness and the man he loved.

"I hate you! I hate you, fucking cunt!" he shouted, struggling against Marcus' arms, that held him down. "You should've died! Your goddamn mother should've taken you and Mercury away, too!"

"Damn," Miguel said, shaking his head. "That's fucked up, Micah!"

"Fuck you, Miguel! I don't give a damn anymore! I will speak my mind freely! I hated Lisa! She was a fucking tramp and only married dad for his money!" Micah said.

"She walked out on us and never took a single dollar!" I spat back, fighting Mercury's arms.

Micah knew that his words would hurt me more than anything. I still hurt for my mother. I couldn't forget her. She was still a constant shadow, present in my life.

Mercury hugged me and buried his face in my shoulder. "That hurt, Madie." he whispered. I nodded, but continued to stare at a restrained Micah.

"Forget him, Mercury! He was never our brother!" I said bitterly. "It's always been us two." I said, eyeing Micah.

I turned to face my father, but he just stared at us confused. "See father! Your children never loved us!" I said acerbically.

"I never hated you, Madie." Marcus said, pushing Micah on the floor. "I just don't have anything in common with you two. I'm ten years older than you guys!" he said honestly.

"It's true, Merc and Mad!" Miguel said, placing his foot on Micah's chest. "You two are way younger than us. Micah and you two are closer in age. We assumed that you were happy! I just thought that you didn't need us that much." Miguel said, raking his hair with his hand.

"It's alright, guys!" I said despondently, adjusting my sweater and walking past them. "I don't need anything anymore!"

"Love, wait for me!" Mercury shouted. But I continued to walk to the kitchen where Aunt Ryona stood. She shook her head and opened her arms. I walked in to her embrace and felt a little better.

She caressed my hair and pulled me away, staring down at my face. "You'll be alright!" she said reassuringly.

I nodded and smiled at her. "I know! I'll be alright!" I lied.

I patted her arm and walked out the backdoor. I ran as fast as I could, forgetting the pain that I was feeling. I wanted to get the fuck away from everyone.

I needed to find my escape. I was blinded by my tears and the anger that slowly consumed my soul.

"Madison, you're fucking gonna pay for it!" I heard Micah's voice calling after me. I ran faster, passing many unknown trees. I didn't know where I was going or where I was heading... I just knew that if I let Micah touch me, I would end up worst than Thomas.

"Madison!" he shouted, but I continued to run.

My heart was beating uncontrollably and I was gasping for air. I tripped against a root of a tree, but managed to get up.

"I see you, bitch!" Micah growled. I looked back and found him running towards me. He was determined to make me suffer.

I ran, not looking back. I slammed against something thick and warm. I looked up and found a very angry Embry, staring down at me.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked protectively. I shook my head, unable to stare away from him.

He placed his large hands on my shoulder. He was shaking, trembling as he stared at me. Paul, Jake, Quil and another younger version of them, appeared behind Embry. One of them carried me away from Embry's hold, running far away from where Embry stood, shaking.

"No! Put me down." I shouted, prying myself away whoever was holding me.

"I can't!" he muttered. I looked around and found Paul. He took me from the kid's arms and hugged me.

"Paul, what's going on? Why is Embry shaking?" I asked scared.

Paul hoisted me on his shoulder and began to walk away from where we were.

"Let me go! Paul, put me down!" I pleaded, watching a very scary Embry, shake uncontrollably.

It was the second time that I had seen Embry look so angry. Something awful happened to my angel. He was no longer standing where I last saw him. Before us stood a large, very enormous creature. It was covered in gray fur and black spots. I gasped, feeling scared and...

"Embry!" I shouted, when I saw the large creature running, full force towards the trees.

"Madison, what you just saw, cannot be spoken off!" Paul said, securing me against his arms. "Promise me!" he ordered, shaking me softly.

I nodded, and turned to face where Embry had stood.