Omg, what's this? A two chapter update? :o 01, you have outdone yourself(:.
Okay, so, for those of you still waiting for this, I wrote two chapters, just for you ! And you, and you, and you...
Anyway! Summer is going by so quickly ! D: And now I'm sad, because I'm starting volunteering in a soon, and it's the last week of basketball camp ! D:
I also have an online summer course I have been neglecting, so I have to start that... But don't worry, Higher Ground is still my top priority (it really shouldn't be, but oh well~).
So review ! And tell me any ideas you have ! I kind of know where I'm going with this story, but the middle parts are a bit... muddled...
Enjoy!
BPOV
Collin and Nessie were pretty peeved with me for making things with Skylar worse. Leah was pissed cause I dented her car, Seth just wanted all the drama to end.
"She wasn't at school today." Was the first thing Collin said to me as he dumped his stuff on the floor.
I was staying at Emily's, I couldn't face my mom.
"Why?" My concern for Skylar's safety overshadowed my self-pity.
Collin shrugged.
"Beats me. She hasn't talked to anyone." Collin frowned, turning on the TV. "Cept Kole." I growled. He was stealing my imprint! First he becomes one of the first people to actually get to know her, and now she likes him enough to talk to him and not me?
"Calm down, you can't do anything anyway..." I sighed. Collin was right. Kole was Leah's imprint, I couldn't touch him. "Speaking of the devil." The door opened and Kole and Leah walked in, hand in hand. I growled.
It wasn't fair; Kole got his imprint and mine. Life wasn't supposed to work like that.
"Hey Brady." Kole smile at me. I scowled, getting up from in front of the couch.
"Wait, I need to tell you something." Leah and I both frowned at him.
"It's Skylar..." Kole's voice trailed off and I began to feel the slight tremors going through me. Only I was allowed to say her name like that. She was mine.
Although, she had made a very strong effort in telling me she was not an object, I didn't own her...
"She was in the hospital." I could feel my whole world falling around me. Skylar was in the hospital? Why? When? How?
"What?" My voice sounded small, hollow.
"She's out now, but the doctor said she'll have the scar for life." I began shaking again. A scar, something had marked Skylar.
"How?" I managed to ask between clenched teeth. Kole backed away, so did Leah.
"Maybe we should go outside, wouldn't want to ruin Em's furniture." He smirked, causing me to lose even more of my patience.
"How?" I all but roared at him. Kole flinched.
"Well, remember that day that you exploded right in front of her?" He stopped, gauging for my reaction. Of course I remembered. The day that decided that, if Skylar would give me the chance to, I'd have to explain everything to her. "You may have, kind of, got her arm..." everything froze around me. I hurt Skylar? The thought didn't make any sense in my head.
I hurt Skylar.
"I drove her to the hospital right away; she didn't even feel any pain. She was still in too much shock..." Kole was still talking, but I had zoned out.
How could I have hurt Skylar? Why would I do that?
Before I knew what I was doing, I was running out the back door. Emily tried to stop me, but seeing her scars only made me run faster.
SPOV
I couldn't think straight. I hadn't been able to think straight for the past two days.
Something weird was going on. Brady had transformed into some type of wolf before my eyes, and somehow, I ended up looking like the crazy one.
Kole had denied the whole thing. Even while he sat there with me at the hospital while I got stitches.
Stitches I had to get to fix up the injury that wolf gave me. But no, according to Kole, there was no wolf. Just Brady with a sharp rock.
Yeah, that made sense.
I flung myself backwards onto my bed, making sure not to bother my stitches too much.
The red, puckered line still creeped me out. It was straight, kind of like claw marks you see on trees. The like went from the middle of my bicep, to the middle of my palm. I would have to wear long sleeves for life, and never play volleyball again.
Wow, I really disliked Brady right now.
I knew I wasn't crazy. I mean, you don't just imagine that type of thing.
I know what I saw.
But the more I thought about it, the crazier it all seemed.
Brent shook all the time, he never turned into a wolf. And Kole didn't seem freaked out at all.
But what about my arm?
Someone knocked on my door, causing me to sit up.
"Skylar, can I come in?" I bit my lip. I had been avoiding Brent for a while now. He didn't know about my hospital trip, or the Brady thing.
If he found out, he would flip.
I pulled on a sweater.
"Come in!" Brent smiled at me. I smiled back, telling myself I had no reason whatsoever to feel guilty.
"So, I found this in the kitchen..." Brent held up a hospital bracelet.
Crap. "Really?"
"Yeah, mind explaining where it came from?" Brent didn't sound angry yet, surprisingly enough.
I sighed, taking off the sweater.
Brent growled when he saw my scar.
"Calm down." Brent was already shaking. "It doesn't even hurt."
"What happened?" I shrugged.
"Skylar-" Brent stiffened. I frowned at him, what now?
The doorbell rang. Mum must have opened the door because seconds later, I heard someone running up the stairs.
"Skylar," Brady breathed as he burst into my room.
Brent and I both stared at him in silence. What did this kid not understand about leave me alone?
"What the hell are you doing here?" Brent spoke before I did, thank God.
"I had to make sure she was okay." Brady eyes locked with mine.
"Go away." Wow, I got more volume on that than I thought I would.
"No." Brady took one step towards me, before Brent stepped in front of him, blocking him from me.
"She wants you to leave." Brent's voice was firm.
Brady looked over Brent at me.
"I need to apologize," Brady muttered, still staring at me.
"Apologize for what?" Brent turned to look at me. In that same second, Brady appeared beside my bed.
He grabbed my injured arm, pulling it forward to show Brent. All he succeeded in doing was ripping some of my stitches.
I screamed as pain shot through my arm.
Brent tackled Brady immediately. But Brady had been holding my arm pretty tightly. So as Brent took Brady down, more of my stitches came loose.
I whimpered as blood starting to drip onto my bed sheets.
Mum came bursting through the door seconds later.
"Brent!" He shot up immediately, looking sheepishly at mum. "What is going on here?" Brady stood up shakily.
"Mum, can we not to this now?" I managed to say between clenched teeth. Now my arm hurt.
"Skylar, sweetie." She frowned at me. "Not again."
"I'll take her," Brent muttered, heading for the door. Mum nodded, before turning to glare at Brady.
"As for you, I will be calling your mother. Imprint or not, you will not be harassing my daughter." Mum stormed out of the room, leaving me and Brady alone.
I picked up my jacket, and went to follow mum, but Brady grabbed my arm again.
I hissed in pain.
"Skylar."
"What do you want from me Brady?" He let go of my arm, stepping back. "What did I ever do to deserve all this?"
"But, Skylar, I-"
"You what?" I practically yelled at him.
"I love you!" he yelled right back. The tears I had been trying so hard to hold back fell.
"What is wrong with you? Is this some kind of sick, twisted, joke? What kind of person goes around hurting people like that? Am I just some random girl you decided to make fun of? Is it because I'm new?" He didn't answer. "That's what I thought." With tears blurring my vision, I ran downstairs, out the door and into Brent's waiting car.
"He did that to you? Twice?" I shrugged, concentrating on keeping myself from crying again. I was not a crier.
We arrived at the hospital ten minutes later. We would have arrived sooner, but it took me a while to convince Brent to take me up to Forks.
He was in a foul mood before we even got out of the car. He kept muttering to himself, refusing to speak to me.
The nurse at the front desk looked surprised to see us; which didn't make any sense, seeing as I'd never been here before.
Brent later, but grudgingly, explained that people from the rez never went up to Forks. Ever.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen." Brent swore from behind me, retreating to the waiting room. Dr. Cullen frowned after him. "I'm assuming you need some stitches?" I nodded, following him into a room.
"Would you like an anesthetic?" I shook my head. Making Brent wait longer didn't seem like such a good idea at the moment.
The doctor's hands were cold. Which would have creeped me out, if the coolness of his hands weren't soothing the pain in my arm.
"All done." The doctor grinned at me, momentarily stunning my thoughts. Wow, he was attractive.
"Thank you," I muttered, getting out of the chair.
Dr. Cullen laughed. "It's my job." I nodded, quickly walking out of the room.
If possible, Brent seemed even angrier when I came out.
"Can't believe I let you talk me into taking you out there," Brent muttered to himself, again. He had been like this the whole drive back to La Push. "The guys are going to flip. You smell like freakin'..." He stopped talking, glancing at me warily.
What did I smell like?
"Shouldn't have given in." Brent wrinkled his nose, frowning at me. "God, you smell bad." I scowled. What did I smell like? And who were these guys that Brent was oh so worried about?
"Where are we going?" Brent didn't answer. "Brent?" Nothing.
I shrugged, settling down for the ride. Hey, the longer we stayed away from home, the longer I'd have to put off speaking with mum...
"Let's go." Brent was already out of the car. I scrambled after him, not wanting to be left alone.
I could have sworn I heard a wolf howling two seconds ago. As we walked to the front door of the random house, I heard another one. This one almost sounded...sarcastic.
"Shut up," Brent muttered under his breath, almost in answer to the howl.
I frowned. Weird...
Brent walked into the house immediately. I paused at the threshold. Another howl had me almost running inside.
Brent smirked at me.
"They won't hurt you." His eyes softened. "Trust me." I looked away. I hated when Brent thought of me as a baby. I could look after myself too. Maybe not against a wolf, but it wasn't like he could protect me either.
"Brent? What are you doing here?" A man, probably in his late twenties appeared from behind me. "Who's this?" He frowned at me; I shrunk away from his gaze.
"My little sister, Skylar. Skylar, this is Sam." Sam nodded at me before he looked back at Brent.
"What's that smell?" Brent sighed.
"She made me take her up to Forks hospital, Dr. Cullen attended to her." Sam growled under his breath, only, it sounded more animal-like.
"Why was she in the hospital?" Now Brent growled.
"Brady ripped her stitches. You know, I get the whole imprint thing, but this is insane." Sam sighed, turning back to me.
"I'm sorry, if Brady's being a bit...obsessive. But it will all make sense to you, one day." I stared at him blankly for a few seconds, before I realized he was talking to me.
"Brent, can we leave now?" He frowned at me.
"What? No, not just yet."
"Hm, alright then." I turned on my heel and walked out the door. An injured arm did not affect my walking abilities.
Neither Sam nor Brent came after me. Fine then, if something happened to me, it was on their heads.
"Skylar?" I groaned.
"No, I think you have the wrong person." I kept walking, picking up my pace.
"I know it's you." Brady grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
"Let go of me." I hissed. He dropped his hand immediately, taking a step back.
We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, before I turned and started walking again.
"Skylar, wait." I kept walking.
"What."
"I'm sorry!" I scoffed.
"Sure you are," I muttered, still walking away from him.
Brady slowed down for a second, before he was very suddenly in front of me. I literally ran into him.
He grabbed my shoulders when I tried to get away, holding me a few centimeters away from his body.
"Let go."
"Not until you accept my apology," he murmured.
I scoffed.
"What in the world makes you think I would ever accept an apology from you Brady Campbell? You've ripped my arm open, twice. You've fought with my brother." I winced as the memory hit me, continuing quickly. "And you've been mocking me since I got here. You would need a miracle for me to even think about forgiving you." Brady let go of me, looking hurt.
"Skylar, I haven't been mocking you. It's not like that..." I rolled my eyes.
"So what is it like? Do you have a reason for doing all those things?" He didn't answer me, he only looked down.
"That's what I thought." I stepped around him, storming away.
"No, wait." He kept up with me easily, probably because my shoes were beginning to fill with rain.
"What? What could you possibly say that makes sense?" I whirled around to glare at me.
He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself.
"I'm a-" He cut himself off, biting down on his lip, hard.
"You're a what? I know you're a something. I'm not crazy. I know what I saw." Brady sighed, staring down at the wet cement.
"What do you think I am?" I stared at him for few seconds before I realized he was serious.
"Yeah, no." I walked around him again, shaking my head. What did I expect to hear? There was no logical explanation for any of the things that had been happening.
"I'm serious! What do you think I am?" I scowled, stopping again. Why did I keep giving him chances?
"Werewolf." I was surprised at myself. I was usually really bad at guessing games. It was like I knew.
Besides, the only thing I really knew about werewolves was the stuff in the tribe legends Father used to tell me as bedtime stories. But those weren't actually true, were they?
I turned, to see Brady's reaction. For a second, I was sure he would laugh, and tell me I was crazy. Boy was I wrong.
"Yeah, you're right. I am."
"You're joking right?" He shook his head, dead serious. I took a deep breath.
This could not be happening. Not to me.
He couldn't be a werewolf. If he was, that meant I was falling for a supernatural monster.
No, I was not falling for him.
...
And he was not a monster.
"Skylar?" I looked up at him, he seemed concerned. "You need to get home, before you get sick." I nodded, allowing him to lead me home.
Once there, he took the spare key out from one of the plants outside. I didn't bother to ask why he knew that way there.
Inside, I was too exhausted to make it upstairs. I crashed on the couch, curling up on my side.
I was emotionally and physically, exhausted.
Too much had happened today.
I was half asleep, but I still noticed when Brady covered me with one of the blankets from my bed upstairs.
"I know that you'll probably never forgive me, but I'm not going to give up." His eyes softened in a way I had never seen before. It made me feel...special. "And I really do like you." He kissed my forehead before disappearing. I fell asleep after that, the warmth of Brady's kiss lingering long into the night.
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