Wow, okay I know it's been a while since I've updated and I'm soo sorry, if you read Because of You, then you probably know why... but here's a great chapter for you like I promised! Review please! This one's a cliffhanger so I have to update soon, promise:)

Michelle's POV

"I'm just saying, teachers shouldn't be allowed to give homework on Friday. Isn't that the law of school or something?" I whined.

Paul chuckled, "I wish. But just think how smart you'll be once you get out of high school."

I wrinkled my nose and rolled my eyes, "Cya later Paul," I said, hopping out of his car.

"Bye Michelle! Oh, eat a piece of fruit or something! And don't wait till the last minute to do your homework, you'll regret it on-"

"I know!" I laughed, slamming the door.

With on last wave, I ran up to the door and pulled out my key. The door was already unlocked though, which was weird. Looking behind me, I saw Paul had already pulled away in his car. He had patrol in like, thirty seconds so I knew he was in a rush to drop off his car at home. I pushed the door open.

"Hello!" I called, no answer.

Slowly, I walked into the kitchen.

"No!" I gasped, "Dad!"

Trembling horribly, I grabbed the phone off the wall and dialed 911.

PAUL'S POV

I ran the perimeter of La Push for a while, trying to find any sign of vampires. None. After the third lap, I sighed loudly and slowed to a jog. I could barely concentrate nowadays. My mind kept switching between Michelle's eating disorder and the stupid red-head bloodsucking leech. I was just so worried about Michelle every single second of the day. Is she eating? Is she healthy?

Paul! Sam yelled, cutting me out of my thoughts.

Yeah?

You gotta get to Michelle's house! Same said urgently.

Alright! Uh… why?

There was an accident and-

I was already running too fast to pay attention to anything else that he said. An accident? Did she pass out again? Oh my god! I pushed my legs faster than they would ever go, skidding to a halt when I reached the perimeter of her house. Concealed by the forest, I changed into a human and yanked on my pants.

There were paramedics and an ambulance outside her house. I could feel something was wrong. Panicking, I sprinted up to the door, not even bothering to knock. I barged in, searching frantically for my imprint.

"What's going on?" I growled to a nearby paramedic who was writing something on a clipboard.

"A girl called, saying her father was passed out on the floor. We rushed here as soon as possible but-"

"Where is she?" I yelled, stepping closer to the bumbling idiot.

"I-in the kitchen," he stammered, taking a step back.

I turned on my heel and ran into the kitchen. Michelle was there, much to my relief. She was curled up in a ball, leaning against the counter, just staring into space. I stood in the door for a minute, wondering if she would take notice of me. She didn't, she just stared with a lost expression on her face. I had never seen her this upset. I took a seat next to her.

"Hey," I whispered, but she didn't even seem to notice I was there.

"You alright?" I asked, a little louder.

"Michelle!" I touched her on the shoulder. She flinched away from my hand, but kept staring.

I looked around desperately. I didn't want to just leave her here, but I needed to find out what was going on. Carefully, I picked her up and carried her into the living room. After setting her on the couch, I sprinted outside.

"What the hell happened?" I asked a guy about to get into the ambulance. I took note of the person on a stretcher being pushed into the ambulance.

"He had a heart attack. It's a good thing Michelle called or he might not have made it," the paramedic said.

"But he's going to make it right?"

"Sir, we can't be sure yet. Just remain calm. But right now, I really think Michelle needs you. We'll call the house if anything happens," the guys said, and then got in the car and shut the door.

The ambulance sped away and I went back inside. Michelle was still on the couch, her face unchanged. Slowly, I knelt down in front of her.

"Michelle, come back to me baby," I whispered.

She blinked once and then looked into my eyes.

"Good girl," I chuckled, trying to keep calm, "Talk to me," I pleaded.

"Take me to him," she whispered.

"Michelle, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Paul, take me to see my father," she said in a voice so dark, I was surprised that it came out of her.

I thought it over for a second, "Fine."

Not thinking her stable enough to walk, I picked her up and brought her out to the car. She didn't say anything the entire way to the hospital. When I parked, she threw the door open and ran ahead of me. I caught up quickly and she pushed into the building.

"Where's my dad?" she asked the nurse behind the counter.

"I-I-" the nurse stuttered, alarmed.

"We're looking for a Mathew Adams. This is his daughter," I told her.

"Oh, yes he's not stable right now. Please take a seat and I'll have a doctor see you immediately."

Michelle walked over to the plastic covered waiting room chairs and sat down, crossing her arms. Her face remained blank the entire wait. A few minutes later, Sam, Jared, and Quil walked through.

"How is he?" Sam asked me.

"We don't know," I sighed.

"How is she?" Sam asked, quieter.

I looked over at Michelle, who hadn't move a muscle since she sat down, "I'm not sure. She was in a trance or something and it took me a while to snap her out of it."

"Excuse me, are you here for Mr. Adams?" a doctor asked.

"I am," I said as Michelle's head snapped up.

"I want to see him," Michelle said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adams is in a very unstable condition," the doctor said, "it's not a good-"

I could see the panic settle in on her face and I longed to take her in my arms, "No! I need to see him!" she cried, pushing past the doctor and into the long hallway.

"Michelle!" I yelled, running after her, the doctor at my heels.

"DADDY!" Michelle screamed, crumpling to the floor in front of a set of doors that were wide open. I caught up to her and what I saw made me sick. About six doctors were surrounding Michelle's dad, one using a defibulater to try and restart his heart. The doctor pushed it on his chest, but nothing happened.

"DADDY!" Michelle yelled again, picking herself up off the floor and trying to run to him. I wrapped my arms around her waist, stopping her.

"NO! HE NEEDS ME!" Michelle screamed, thrashing around in my arms, "DADDY! LET ME GO! DADDY! HE NEEDS ME! HE NEEDS ME!"

"Michelle, he's going to be alright," I whispered in her ear, blinking back tears. I picked her up, still struggling, and made my way back to the waiting room.

"NO! DADDY! PUT MY DOWN, HE NEEDS ME!" she screamed, "PUT ME DOWN PAUL! I HATE YOU!"

My world came crashing down and I felt my arms loosen. She slid to the floor and started running back to her father.

"JARED, GRAB HER!" Sam yelled as Jared picked her up again.

I staggered out of the hospital, feeling horrible. She hates me. My imprint hates me. She's my everything and she hates me. I made it outside before I fell to the ground on the sidewalk. Leaning against the building, I wrapped my arms around me knees and buried my head in my arms.

Michelle hates me.