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Previously
I paused, trying to remember how to pronounce his name, because now it was really bugging me, "His name was like…E-Embry? Somethin' like that."
Embry's POV
… Um…uh…
Of course no one would be in my head right now.
Should I phase? Or would that freak her out?
No you idiot she'd be perfectly fine with that.
I realized she was staring at me, almost waiting for an answer it seemed.
I tilted my head. The guys would never let me live this down, acting like some dog, but if meant hearing Rowan's voice I'd lay down, roll over, hell, I'd probably even play fetch.
I felt someone phase in, and the bitterness that followed told me exactly who.
Good mutt. Leah jabbed; I could see her smirking.
Shut it Leah. I turned my attention back to my imprint, who was staring into space, a thoughtful look on her perfect face. The guys were right; I was whipped, but I didn't care. They didn't understand imprinting; I'm sure once they imprint they'll be as whipped as the rest of us who've imprinted.
Rowan reached up to her head, then seemed to realize something and let her hand drop. "Don't suppose you know where my hat is?" she muttered.
Oh yeah she'd had a hat last night, she must have dropped it after running. That got me thinkin: why had she been so afraid last night? I'd almost been physically sick when I'd seen the slight flicker of fear in her dead eyes the other night, it'd felt like someone had stabbed me. I never wanted to see fear in her eyes again, especially towards me. I'd rather die than have her be afraid of me, that's why I couldn't tell her about me being the freak I am.
Someone else phased in.
Embry where are you guys? Sam's voice echoed in my head.
Not that far from the road, maybe quarter of a mile or so.
Okay, try and get her back to the road. Emily and I will come and get her, hopefully.
I felt him phase back, leaving me on my own again. Hopefully was right, Rowan wasn't exactly the most cooperative last night; I wondered what made her so afraid. Whatever it was would never do it again, I promised myself. After last night, I'd made it my life's mission, as cheesy as that sounds, to keep her safe, and to keep a smile on her face for the rest of her life.
With a grunt, I got to my feet, and Rowan glanced up at me, slight shock in her eyes.
Now, how do I get her to follow me?
Rowan's POV
A dull throbbing, an annoyance, pulsed on my arm, a clear reminder of the silent promise I'd made to myself, as well as to my friends and mom though they didn't exactly know about my…weakness.
I still couldn't understand why I'd cut, I'd been doing so well, I'd taken the biggest risk and had been fine. Okay maybe that was a flat out lie, I hadn't been fine, I haven't been fine for years, but still all it took was two words, one phone call to make me crumble.
I know your probably thinking I'm over-exaggerating, and complaining and going on about one simple slip up, saying that everyone slips up every now and then. But it's different, unless you've been a cutter you don't know what's it like. It's an addiction, just like abusing drugs or alcohol; once you slip up unless you have a reason, any reason to stop, and a support system to help you; it's very easy to slip back into the same habits unfortunately. I had no help, but that was my fault, I didn't want any help cause that would mean admitting that the cuts are real to someone else. Also I didn't want to talk to some shrink, who'd probably would be like "I understand" when in reality most of them don't. It's not like TV, most shrinks don't understand why, just like most people don't understand why, besides why would I want to spill my guts to some stranger when I couldn't even tell my best friend.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a shifting of the animal beside me, still surprised by how massive this creature was. Also still surprised that I was alive, and that it'd stayed here, and that this was reality, because this *dramatic gesture to the wolf, me and woods* ain't suppose to happen. I watched him walk away a bit, almost disappearing back into the shadows, but turn and glance at me. Fear blossomed in me; I didn't want him to leave. I...I needed him to stay. I don't know why, but he kept me grounded, he kept me…living.
He sat down, whining, and shakily, muscles protesting from having been still for so long, I got up and went over to him. He waited, tail wagging slightly, before getting up again and starting to walk away. He looked back where I was, a goofy grin on his face.
My mind danced around the unlikely theory, that with everything that'd happened, seemed quite plausible.
"Yah want me to follow yah?" I whispered. He barked softly, and almost seemed to nod his head.
Really Rowan? You've read way too many books. This is the real freakin' world.
Yes I know it's stupid, and yes you would think no one would do it, but yes I followed the wolf. All the while I was chanting 'stupid, stupid, stupid' over and over in my head, but my feet kept putting themselves one in front of the other. Grumbling, I continued in what I thought was the right direction. Correction, what I hoped was the right direction. And yes I was taking directions from an oversized canine.
"Hope yah know where yah goin'," I muttered, adjusted my bag, feeling the stiff brim of my hat poking me in the back. I don't know how, and I don't know why, I kinda stopped asking those questions a while back, but after we walked for a bit, the wolf had suddenly changed directions and had led me to this random spot where my hat was laying in some ferns.
The wolf stopped, looked back at me, then he was gone. Immediately the uncaring returned, the hopelessness. I longed to run after him, to get rid of the feeling; I didn't want it anymore.
"Hey?" I called.
In an instant he was back by my side, and I felt whole again. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath till I let it out in a huff.
He whined, and ducked his head.
I readjusted my bag, and raked my bangs over my face, looking down.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach out and cautiously nudge me. God no, what was I in? A freaking movie or something? This stuff did not happen in real life. There were no monster truck size wolves, that didn't eat or attack you, and none "told you" to follow them, and you did that. No that doesn't happen; so why is this happening?
One second I was surrounded in an ocean of trees, and the next the sky was visible, or the most visible it could be with a bunch of clouds covering it. Tiny clumps of dirt became dust as I stepped farther into the dim sunlight. I know I'm surprised it's not raining too; usually this place is like monsoon season. It was quiet, only the occasional rustle of leaves, as a soft breeze tickled them. I don't know how he did it, but the wolf had lead me back to the road.
Standing on the roadside, branches swaying gently overhead, I felt extremely vulnerable, even with the wolfs presence. Shivering slightly, something felt off in the pit of my stomach, I itched to step further back into the shadows. Only a cold nose nudged me out or well gave me a cautious shove and I tripped over my two left feet, stumbling farther out. Straightening myself, I turned and glared at the wolf who had the same ol' "what did I do?" innocent look.
A rumbling, low and snarling, grew louder, closer. Panicked, I darted back into shadows; only to have the wolf nudge me back towards the road. He whined and nudged me again, though I'm pretty sure if he wanted he could have dragged me out into the road. I tried to dart back into the woods, but the wolf was so big that getting around him was like trying to get around a building, okay well a really big building.
Calm down, your over-reacting it's just a car, that's all. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart as well as my get a lid on my panic.
I don't get why I was freaking out over some car, it was just a car, maybe it was the knot in my stomach that'd now grown to the size of basketball and felt like a hunk of concrete that'd settled in for the long haul.
It was a little too late to question why I was freakin out when the car came around a bend and at first I thought it was just someone that lived around here, and I'd overreacted over nothing. As usual.
Until it screeched to a halt beside me, nearly running me over in the process. You would think that something like this wouldn't happen in real life especially in a quiet town, that it only happened in some crazy action movies, but the car was stopped, and the door was thrown open. It seemed to happen in slow and fast motion at the same time, it seemed like time had sped up, but I could see everything in perfect, clear detail, as if everything was in slow motion A guy, a huge guy I might add, jumped out of the back seat, grabbed my arms and literally threw me into the back.
I guess I was frozen in shock until I slammed into the other door. Tires actually squealed as we did a U-turn, but then my mind woke up and realized what was going on. The strong haze of cigarette smoke, the overpowering, stale smell of alcohol that was so thick I felt drunk just by breathing it.
I was being kidnapped by my dad.
So…yeah what'd y'all think? I know it's not the best cliffy…
Maybe cause this ain't the actual ending XD An extra long chapter since yah been waitin for forever and then some, plus always wanted to do this… :)
Holy shit!
Was the one and only thought that ran through my head, yeah real helpful I know.
It wasn't like the choreographed kidnapping scenes in movies, the kidnapping was real, the adrenaline was real, the fear was real. Everything was real. Adrenaline replaced blood.
I wasn't going to go back. Period.
Just from a glimpse out the window I knew, and was slightly surprised to see that, we weren't really going fast, the roads being too damaged, and the turns too sharp to do 80.
Get out.
I lunged for the door handle that wasn't blocked by the dude who'd grabbed me. Only to have his hand wrap itself in my hair and yank my head back. Being in the back of small car meant little room to fight back, but I gave it my all. Kicking, punching, biting, I was doing everything and anything I could to try and hit any part of him, extremely praying that I would hit somewhere important. No such luck. Though I had a sinking feeling it wouldn't help my dilemma at all, this guy was huge, not as big as Sam and all them, but compared to me, huge. It seemed like forever though I knew we were still in La Push possibly even in Forks, though I could swear it was La Push by how bumpy the ride was. Could I really still only be in La Push?
The side of my face slammed into the seat, I don't know how because last time I checked seats weren't made of wood or something, but it hurt. That's another thing is ever since I'd gotten here I'd been able to feel things more, despite the cutting part, but like running into things, but who cares about that now, little preoccupied. Pulling back my fist I slammed it into his face as hard as I could, and his grip slackened a bit. Scrambling for the door, my hand actually got to its target, nearly ripping the handle off the door.
My project of trying to get away was momentarily stopped as we were both thrown forward because Daddy dearest used his lead foot on the brakes. I slammed into part of the driver's seat as well as the console, while Mr. MMA over there slammed into the passenger seat along with me.
Cussing grew in the car like a weed, Mr. MMA was cussing about my dad being a stupid driver, not getting paid enough, etc., and I was cussing because I was getting kidnapped by my dad who'd I thought would just forget he even had a kid, and Mr. Driver was cussing about…a "damn giant fucking bear"
….A bear?
Over the engine I could hear something else, almost like thunder, maybe now it was going to rain.
From my position there was no way I could reach the door handle, I was squished between the back seat and driver's seat, back on the floorboard. I tried to scramble up, trying to take advantage to get out and away, but Mr. Kidnapper locked the door, while simultaneously putting his foot in my face, well-
Screeching, almost like a power saw, filled the air, followed by the crunching and tearing of metal and the next thing I knew was the driver side door was gone. I twisted my head to see something reach in and literally rip my Dad from the seat
What the fuck?
I'm dreaming, I'm hallucinating, I hit my head. Yeah this is all just a bad nightmare.
The howls that sounded literally right on the other side of what now seemed only a thin sheet of metal and plastic told me that this wasn't a nightmare.
I shoved the foot off my face, and he just willingly went along with it, hypnotized by the sound of something…thick being torn and a scream that was cut off mid-way. That froze me. I didn't move as silence moved in. The only sound being the engine puttering, straining to run, as well as the annoying beeping sound signaling the door was open; well the door was actually gone. My heart was in my ears and for some reason I cautiously, and somehow turns onto my stomach, before slithering onto the seat, back in the little crevice where the door meets the seat, one foot on the floorboard one on the seat. If only I'd stayed down there.
It was. Way. Too. Quiet.
Should I stay in the car? No. Should I get out of the car? No. Do I need to get out of the car? Possibly. Do I need to stay in the car? Probably. Do I want to get out of the car? …I don't know, maybe, not sure yet. Do I want to stay in the car? No.
Oh my god what do I do?
There's a giant monster, yes I'm calling it a monster because dude it ripped the door off the car like it was air then it literally ripped my dad from the seat, outside the car, and I don't know what's going on in the car. God I feel like I'm in Jaws or some weird horror movie. Okay so how did I go from having a semi normal day feeling like livings a good thing to getting kidnapped by my dad and some random dude to fighting with myself about whether to stay in the vehicle with said dude or go outside and possibly get killed?
The crunching sound came again only on the other side of the car, on the back passenger side door, would you kill me if I said that I was kinda relived? A strong tug in my stomach pulled me towards the crunching sound, but fear fought against it, but between the two I was frozen where I was. I saw Mr. MMA reach for something behind his back while crawling basically on top of me, assuming to try and get out on the other side. Only the door was ripped off again, just as his hand came around and I could make out that he was holding something in his hand. Only did I know what it was when, I watched wide eyed and pushing myself farther back against the door, as he was jerked back with a solid thud that echoed thickly and shook the car, before roughly being dragged out.
It's not like in the movies where they say you don't feel a thing or where the person just kinda looks down, looks back at the person, then falls over.
No, it's completely different.
My eardrums must have burst, the gunshots were so loud. I barely even heard the last two, at least I think there were two more, because my ears were ringing so badly. Sharp pains exploded in my stomach, one second it wasn't there and the next it was. Gasping, I could feel my shirt stick to me more and more as it became soaked with blood. My blood.
Most people would say they'd never give much thought about dying; well I'd never given much thought about living. Until this morning, this morning I'd actually wanted to live, I didn't mind the heavy burden of taking a breath and letting it out. But as soon as that door slammed shut, living became an unnecessary event. Now it seemed I would finally get my wish, I was going to die.
The back door was still open from where Mr. MMA was ripped out of the car, and I could see out. A flash of dark grey near the door mixed in with my disappearing vision. I was so tired, it seemed like it took everything I had just to shudder in a breath and then let it out.
It was so hard, and everything hurt. I couldn't see anymore, I didn't know if I'd closed my eyes or if seeing just took too much energy anymore. I could hear a little, just enough to hear something different then the ringing.
I struggled to open my eyes; I wanted to see what was making the strange noise for some reason. Prying them open, I saw someone leaning over me, I couldn't see who, but I was too exhausted to even try. I wanted to know what they were saying though; why I wanted to hear, I don't know. But I couldn't tell what they were saying when my eyes closed again
I let go.
Sorry for the really bad "fight/shooting/ whatever you wanna call it scene," I'm not the best with the action scenes. :p. So you guys are gonna review right? Por favor?