I wasn't going to update, but i got a TON of reviews and I felt bad about leaving you all with a cliffhanger SO here's a chapter! I think it turned out well:) ENJOY!

PAUL'S POV

"I-I want to live with Sam and Emily," Michelle said clearly.

Everyone in the court room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I beamed at her.

"Why?" the judge asked, smiling also.

"Because," she chewed on her lip again, "Because they were here for me when nobody else was. My mom d-died a few years ago, and sometimes I l-look to Emily like a mom. They're my real family. Not my uh, Uncle."

"Thank you," the judge said, "We are going to take a fifteen minute recess while the jury comes up with the verdict."

Michelle nodded stiffly and got off the stand. Emily greeted her first, and picked her up in a hug. Michelle responded with less enthusiasm, but still hugged her back slightly.

Fifteen minutes were too long. I paced the hallway a hundred times before they FINALLY called us back in. We took our seats in the stands and the judge walked in. She looked at us for a few seconds before standing up.

"We have made our decision. Sam Uley and Emily Young are granted custody over Michelle," the judge said.

No matter how unprofessional, the entire pack cheered and clapped. I looked over at Michelle, feeling happier than I had for a while. Her blank expression was the same, but she was letting Seth wrap his arm around her which made me extremely jealous. But I had a plan. I was going to get Michelle to talk to me, now that she was talking again. So, when we got back to Sam and Emily's, I followed her to her room. Slowly, she turned around before she went in. She looked at me, no emotion.

"Michelle?" I asked unsteadily.

She didn't say anything. This was making me nervous.

"Michelle, I think you need to talk," I said quietly.

She shifted her weight but still said nothing.

"Michelle, you need to open up to me. Please," I pleaded, falling to my knees in front of her.

Instead of the whole eyes filling with tears, pouring your heart out thing I kind of expected her to do, she did the last thing I expected her to do. She slapped me in the face. Hard. It didn't hurt physically, but it was like she was slapping me in the heart.

"You don't know what I need," she growled, "You. Don't. Know. Anything."

"Michelle, I underst-"

"Don't you dare say that you understand. You don't understand a thing. Nothing. You don't know what I'm going through. Nobody does. So stop! Stop trying to make me feel better because it's not working!" she said, growing predominately louder, "I'm alone, Paul!"

That was the first time she said my name in months, and it hurt. She balled her hands up into fists and started pacing the floor.

"My dad's dead Paul!" she yelled, hitting the wall, "He's dead! I can't even cry!"

She ran her hands through her hair, falling to her knees.

"I see him… everywhere I go! You know, I thought the world was done hating me. After my mom and brother and then Jesse. But no. It just keeps tearing my world down! Brick by brick! So STOP feeling sorry for me and STOP trying to help me! Because I'm ruined! My whole fucking life is screwed up. AND YOU DON'T GET IT! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" she screamed, banging her fists on the ground.

The wind was knocked out of me. I was just suddenly hit with the anger she was feeling. But soon, it was numb again. Slowly, her breathing slowed and she put her head down, looking at the floor. I had no idea what to do. There was nothing I could do, she said it herself.

"Michelle," I breathed, touching her back.

"Go the fuck away, Paul," she whispered, not looking at me.

I stood up and backed out of the hallway, down the stairs. The whole pack was looking at me with their same sympathetic look. Yeah, it sure sucks to be Paul today. I glared at all of them and then sat on the couch, putting me head in my hands.

"She says nobody understands her," I whispered, "How can I understand her? What do I do?"

I heard somebody, Seth I think, get up from the table. He climbed the stairs slowly, and then went into Michelle's room.

MICHELLE'S POV

I lay; face down on the ground, still seething from my outburst. I really hoped everyone heard so they would just leave me alone. But of course, some idiot came upstairs and picked me up of the ground. They carried me into my room and set me on the bed. I looked up and saw Seth. I put on my blank face and rolled over, hoping he'd go away. Seth always tries to get people to laugh, and that's the last thing I want right now.

"I lost my dad, too," he began, utterly surprising me, "And I know that what I went through was nowhere near what you're going through, but I know what it's like to lose a parent. Paul, Sam, Emily, they don't understand. I know you feel lost, and scared. Because that's how I felt. I felt so horrible I turned into a giant furry ball of weird," he tried chuckling to lighten the moment, but I didn't respond, "…yeah uh… ehem…. Anyways things do get better. It may take months, years even. But Michelle, one thing I do know, you can't just keep your feeling bottled up inside of you. It isn't healthy."

He might have a point. Slowly, I sat up and gave him my full attention.

"You just keep pushing your emotions away and what do you get? That little… uh big outburst you just had. It's not good for you. Mentally and physically," Seth sighed, "When my dad died, I talked to Leah. It might not have been voluntary because we could sort of read each other's thoughts, but she was feeling the same thing. I guess in a way, we helped each other and bonded over it. So, I just want you to know that uh, if you need someone to talk to, who actually has some idea what you're going through, you can talk to me. I guess Leah, too, but she's really crabby and likes punching people so uh… I might be your best bet."

I think I might almost have giggled at that last part. I had no heart-felt thing to say to him. But I did the next best thing, I hugged him.

"And Michelle," Seth said when I pulled away, "Your dad wouldn't have wanted you to live like this. It's alright to grieve, but he wouldn't have wanted you to go around every day sad. Think of what he'd want to see you doing."

And Seth did what no one else had done, he gave me space. He didn't hover when he was done talking and wait with a box of tissues. He patted me on the head and left the room.

I sat on my bed for a while, staring out the window. I fell asleep on my bed that night. But I made a few promises to myself and my dad. I would get up in the morning and thank Sam and Emily. I would eventually go back to school. I would go back to my house and collect the rest of my stuff. And, I would find some way to get through this.

WOOT Seth to the rescue! I always loved Seth and I thought I'd add him in this chapter:)

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