Hey, sorry it longer than expected to get the chapter up. Fanfic was havin those issues, which are now, obviously, fixed. YAY! Also, just to warn you now, I know my updating record isn't exactly the best, but for the next month and half I won't be able to update a lot really. I'm going into major study mode for the AP World History test, and for any of you who have taken that class, you know how much stuff there is. 40 freakin chapters! OH my god. Also I'm trying to keep Chem grade up, barely passing right now. 70 YAY XD But I'm havin to relearn a lot, so, long story short, expect few updates from now on til probably Juneish. Sorry. :( I'll try and update when I can, but I don't know. So again sorry! :(
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Previously
The phone ringing startled everyone, though I was the only one to jump a bit.
"Can you grab that?" Emily asked.
"Yeah." Turning the radio down, I grabbed the phone out of its charger thingy. "Hello?"
"Hey bitch."
My heart stopped, and my stomach twisted into nothing. Unconsciously, my hand tightened on the phone otherwise I would have dropped it. Once my heart stared up again, it was racing a mile a minute.
"Uhhh….I'm afraid you have the wrong number," I tried to sounded as offended as possible, before slamming the phone down, missing the charger thingy a few times cause my hand was shaking so bad. My legs had turned to jello, and I leaned against the counter, gripping the edge to keep from falling down. Not the best thing to do with people still in the room.
People? Emily. Oh. My God. She freakin told! Emily called him, and now he's on his way here. I trusted her, and she went and called him. Wh-wha-how-when…why?
I don't know what bothered me more, the fact that my dad was on his way her to drag me back to the hell-hole known as my life, or the fact that I'd trusted my cousin and then she'd told turned right around
Well duh. You stupid bitch, you actually thought she'd keep your secret. *snort* Yeah right. You're as stupid as he says. Why would she want her shitty piece of trash cousin around? Dumbass for actually thinkin she gave a damn about you. You're worthless, nothing. Why would anyone give a fuck about you?
"Who was that? Rowan what's wrong?"
My gaze focused on her to see her looking at me with concern. Anger twisted in my already non-existent stomach; why the hell is she looking at me like that? I don't want her concern. Sam, who still had his arm wrapped around her, was shaking slightly. Emily leaned back against him, I don't even think she realized she did it, and his grip tightened as the shaking stopped.
"Wrong number," I mumbled, returning to look at the ground. Like you don't know bitch, I thought bitterly.
The concern was still on her face, and I felt mine begin to twist into a scowl.
"Are you sure? Was it-"
"No, it was the wrong number" I snapped.
Silence filled the house; even the boys had gone quiet in the living room. As cliché as it sounds you could have heard a freakin pin drop.
"I'm sorry-I didn't mean-sorry-I…sorry."
In a daze-like state, I ran up the stairs and into the room I was staying in. Hands shaking, I locked the door, before it actually hit me.
Dad knew where I was.
Oh. Shit.
This is what you get for actually thinkin' you could trust someone. No one wants you; no one will ever want you. Your just a-
Leave.
That was the only thought that got through the self-abuse.
Leave. Get as far away as I can. Now.
Quickly I packed everything I'd brought; shoving what money I had left to the bottom. When my fingers brushed something that made me freeze.
My throat closed for a second as I gazed at the folded, worn from age, picture. It was taken when I was four, just before the accident, at a lake back in Virginia. I was sitting on the dock with my mom, both of us were smiling and I was waving like the crazy kid I was. My mom had been from La Push so she had the typical black hair, her's came down to her shoulders, the natural tan and the deep, dark brown eyes. Everything was great back then, everything was normal; I had a family. My dad had taken the picture; he'd been an actual dad before everything turned upside down, no drinking, no beatings, no nothing. It'd been perfect back then.
Carefully, I stowed the picture back at the bottom, making sure it there wasn't anyway it could accidently fall out or something.
Taking a breath, I noticed that it was dark outside, which meant that it was dark in the room; I hadn't turned on any lights during the little panic attack. So how in the heck did I manage to pack everything in the dark?
I shook my head. It didn't matter, all that mattered now was getting away as far and as fast as I can. But how?
Does it matter, I thought rhetorically.
But still…
I shook my head again. Focus, running.
Still you wouldn't have to run if you hadn't trusted her, the stupid voice whispered.
No, if she hadn't told then I wouldn't have to run, I thought. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm still shocked that Emily actually called Dad. I'd trusted her-no woman had ever given me a reason not to- and she'd turned right around 'n' done this. How…why? Was it all my fault?
Probably is, since when have you ever been able to do anything right? Since when has anyone wanted you? That's right never.
I tried to ignore the voice, but couldn't. It's right, it's my fault. Everything's always my fault. I deserve this. I deserve to always be hit when I do something wrong, to always have to run, to always be a stupid piece of shit.
It was like in a dream; I didn't know what I was doing. I hadn't even realized what I'd done… until the slice of pain registered.
Startled, I looked down to see tiny drops of blood in the bathtub.
Where had they come from?
Another one fell to the fiberglass just as something tickled my arm. Almost, machine-like my gaze shifted to it to see a steady trickle of blood trailing down my arm. I stared, almost hypnotized, as blood dribbled out before sliding down the established path until it reached my elbow and dropped into the tub.
Something clicked when it hit the floor, and I glanced down to see what. A razor, sharp, new and speckled with blood laid there, tossed aside since it'd already completed its job.
The weight on my chest lifted slightly, and it felt like I could breathe again. But at what cost?
Embry's POV
The woods rushed by me in a blur; Mom and I had gotten in another fight again. I hated not telling her, but it was better this way. She already freaked out when I used to ask about my dad, so she'd really freak out if she found out about the wolf thing.
Mentally I sighed. Sometime's this wolf thing is a real pain in the ass.
An image of Rowan flashed in my head, and I felt my heart skip a beat as cheesy, and corny as that sounds.
Who cares if I'm a wolf, and everything else sucks. As long as Rowan's in my life, I'd be happy. But only if she wanted me; though I hoped she never would.
Course when I'd first met her, wait before I even met her, I'd hurt her.
Hurrying to Emily's, I quickly phased back, pulling on my shorts. Everyone else was already there which meant that all the food was probably gone by now. My stomach growled, not that it ever stopped, as I opened the door.
Bang.
Something fell to the floor.
"Oh. I'm sorry-" I looked down and my world stopped. All connections I had were gone: connection to the pack gone, connection to my mom gone, connection to this world gone. The only thing holding me here was the girl on the floor.
And I'd already hurt her.
She shifted, and muttered "'Skay."
It was not okay. I hadn't even known her, and I'd hurt her; before I'd even imprinted on her.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't see you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," I blabbed.
"I'm fine, it's nothin," she mumbled, before going into the kitchen. Paul smirked at me for a second, and I growled at him, low enough that only he could hear. Following my imprint into the kitchen, I saw her washing off the blood. My heart twisted at that.
Despite everything-though after the first meeting can I really blame her- she still avoided me, it wasn't only me though. It was all the guys, she was really only a little comfortable around Emily, but it wasn't much. I wanted to help her; she was just so distant. I hoped every day that she would relax at least a little; I'd do anything for her to not be jumpy all the time, give anything to make her smile, but she wouldn't let me.
Sliding to a halt-stupid rain made everything like ice- I picked up the quiet footsteps, despite the thunder pounding overhead. Changing direction, I noticed I was headed towards the road that led to Emily's and Sam's.
Who'd be out this late?
It wasn't that red-haired vampire, would have smelt the leech from miles away, besides she wouldn't have made this much noise. Slowing down a bit, I caught a wiff of…
Rowan? What's she doing out this late? She could get hurt-
A growl rose up in my chest at that thought. I wouldn't let anything hurt her.
Cautiously, I moved to the tree line, pretty sure she wouldn't be able to see me. Not that she would recognize me, wolf remember, but I didn't want to scare her.
Listen to me; I'm starting to sound like Quil. Still…
My attention was drawn back to my imprint as she stumbled a bit, before continuing on. She shifted something, and I caught the faint sound of something clanking. Moving a little bit closer, I saw a backpack thrown over her shoulder.
Was she leaving? No-no she can't. She can't leave!
Panic started to bubble in me. I shifted back and forth, wanting to dart out and stop her.
Why would she be leaving? Was it something I'd done? Maybe I tried to hard? Maybe-
I was about to shift when a disgusting smell made me freeze. Tensed, I listened for any signs, before quickly moving to keep pace with Rowan, all the while keeping an eye out for the leech. I had to get it away from Rowan before it tried to hurt her. Key word tried. There was no way that the leech was getting anyway near Rowan. The rain made it hard to keep track of her, but crossing a fresher scent, I rounded to see her on the other side of the road, grinning. Noticing that she was so close to Rowan, who was unaware of the danger she was in, made a growl rise up in me.
She smiled even bigger, and darted out til she was mere inches from Rowan.
So? What'd you guys think? Sorry that was a really odd ending/cliffy. I know Embry's POV wasn't the best, sorry about that. I'm not very good with the whole mindset of a imprinter. Also sorry about the POV changes.
Please review and tell.
Also thanks to blueicefireNINJA4 for giving me the idea for having Rowan to cut again, I'd thought of having her slip up later on, but your idea made me figure it might fit this chapter better, with what was going on and everything.
Also, you all know the earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan, if you line up the dates of it and 9/11 like this…
9/11/01
3/10/11
Then add them together going down vertically you get…
12/21/12
Which is the day the world is supposedly suppose to end. Isn't that weird? My friend showed me that, and it was like…freaky.
Sorry, that was really random, but I just thought that was so weird.
Also, like I said before, I'm looking for a beta, and that'd be a big help. So if anyone wants to, has the time, and wouldn't mind. Send me a PM.