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SPOV

Brady had just brought me home from the hospital. After spending half the night begging, I finally convinced him to take me.

I was feeling perfectly fine. I didn't get cold, and my coughing was down to just a few a day. Plus, the pain in my chest had disappeared days before.

Brady, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. He told me that he wouldn't let me leave the house until a doctor gave me the okay. Which was really unfair because to see a doctor; I would have to leave the house. But eventually, I got him to take me. It was incredible what puppy dog eyes, pouting and threats to cry can accomplish.

"Okay Skylar, you're healed. What are you going to do all day?" Sadly enough, the first thing that came to mind was homework. I didn't actually have any; so thankfully, I didn't say it out loud.

It was Friday, and school was a long time ago. I had nothing to do.

So much for freedom...

I shrugged. "I don't know." Brady sighed, lying back in my bed. Over the past few days, Brady had really settled down into his boyfriend role. He was always around me, not that I was complaining. And he always seemed to know exactly what I wanted. He was so in tune with me, it was kind of scary.

"I have an idea, but first, I have a question." I sat at the foot of my bed, crossing legs.

"What it is it?" Brady sat up, smiling.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I frowned to hide my shock. Girlfriend? I'd never been someone's girlfriend before.

I looked down, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

"Yes." I looked up at Brady's grinning face.

"Of course you will." I smacked him in the arm. "Okay, another question." I raised an eyebrow at him. What could he possibly want now?

"Shoot."

"Will you go on a date with me?"

"Now?" He nodded, his grin turning into a smirk.

"Unless, you don't want to be alone with me..." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm alone with you now, aren't I?" Brady raised his eyebrows at me, leaning closer.

"Yeah, but your mom and Brent are here. It would be suicide to try anything now." Brady smirked again as my heart reacted to his proximity. I didn't answer at first; I was trying to reorganize my thoughts. It didn't help when Brady started to trace my scar with his finger tips, his touch sending shivers through my arm.

"Please stop that," I managed to mutter. Brady only chuckled, not stopping at all.

"I will, once you say yes." I scowled.

"Fine, I'll go out with you." Brady smiled, releasing my arm. He kissed my forehead before moving away from me.

"Thank you." I rolled my eyes again, getting off my bed. I glanced at the clock, it was 10:30. Where could he possibly take me at this time? And how would he get me out of the house with Brent watching?

"Where exactly are we going?" Brady smiled.

"Somewhere." I sighed.

"That's so helpful. How am I supposed to change if I don't know where we're going?" Brady laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist. I sighed into his chest. He always knew how to shut me up.

"You look fine, it's not like we're going anywhere fancy." I frowned. I was still wearing what I wore to bed. A purple tank top and denim short shorts. I was not going out in this, at this time.

"I'm not going outside like this," I told him firmly. Brady pulled away.

"I like what you're wearing." I blushed.

"I'm going to get cold," I muttered, looking down.

"Not when you're with me all night." I bit my lip. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you bring a jacket." I scoffed.

"Like that's going to help." I sighed. "Fine, let's go." Brady smiled, taking my hand. It still felt weird to hold someone's hand. I wasn't used to being touched in a way that wouldn't end up being dangerous.

Of course, Brady had made sure to prepare me more for the second time he held my hand. He kept me away from any dangerous objects that I may use to harm him. He found every bottle of pepper spray in the house and threw them out. In dumpsters in Forks.

In the end, it was all unnecessary; I didn't try and kick him or anything. Although, I did dig my nails into his skin. It was instinct, I apologized after wards...

"What's going on?" I stopped dead on the stairs. How could I have forgotten about Brent so quickly?

"We." Brady put his arm around my shoulders, leading me down the stairs. I kept my eyes safely on the ground. "Are going on a date."

"Now?" I winced. Here we go.

"Yeup," I could hear the smile in Brady's voice.

"Do you know what time it is?" I could also hear the anger in Brent's.

"I know, it's late, but I'll take care of her. She'll be fine." Brent scoffed. I almost did too.

"Like I haven't heard that before." Brady let go of my shoulder. I looked up immediately. This couldn't be good.

"Look, that was my mistake. I know it's my fault she got sick. I know that you'll probably blame it on me for as long as you live. I get that, I understand that you want to protect her. But I do too, and you'll just have to start trusting me." Brent glared at him and Brady glared right back. After a few minutes, I cleared my throat. Both of them turned to look at me.

"Sorry, but if we want to get anywhere, we're going to have to leave soon." Now Brent was glaring at me.

"You're not going anywhere." I sighed.

"Brent, I know you don't want anything to happen to me. I know you promised both me and yourself that you would protect me. But," I put my hand in Brady's locking my gaze with my brothers, "You don't have to do that alone anymore."

Brent's expression stayed neutral as he gazed at me.

"You're not going anywhere," He repeated in an almost monotone voice.
So much for the nice approach.

"Brent," I tried again, but he cut me off.

"Skylar, as long as mom is sick and she can't stop you, what I say goes. And I say you are not going anywhere with him." I clenched my teeth against the string of profanities trying to break loose.

"Brent, I do not have to listen to a word you say." Brent growled, stepping forward so he was in my face.

"As long as you live under this roof, yes, yes you do." My eyes narrowed at him.

"You know what Brent? I'm going and you can't stop me. Do you know why?" I led a dumbstruck Brady to the door. I picked up my shoes, jacket and keys before opening the door.

Brent grabbed my hand, turning me to face him. He was furious with me, and what I was about to say would only make things worse.

I tore my hand away from his grip, making sure every drop of anger entered my next words.

"You are not my father." I slammed the door in Brent's shocked face, practically running after Brady.

"Even though I know you'll get in a lot of trouble for saying that." Brady paused to lift me into his truck. "That was pretty hot." I giggled as he kissed my cheek.

I made sure I was buckled in before Brady could start the truck. I was getting better at not bouncing around like a maniac when it started.

"You ready?" I nodded, preparing myself for the worst. It surprised me when I heard the rumbling of the engine and I didn't start bouncing up and down in my seat. I looked at Brady, surprised.

He smiled.

"I asked Jake to fix it." Brady shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"You go it fixed, just for me?" He nodded, pulling out of the driveway. I smiled. "That was really sweet of you." Brady shrugged again, keeping his eyes on the road.

I smiled, looking away. I must be pretty important for Brady to actually fix the truck. He loved this thing.

I pulled my legs up on the seat, turning to look at Brady again. Being in here always made me feel so small.

"So, will you tell me where we're going now?" Brady chuckled, shaking his head. I pouted. "Why?" Brady glanced at me.

"Have you ever heard of a surprise before?" I scowled and tried to look outside my window. It was too dark out to really see anything. I really had to start eating more carrots.

"Please?" Brady shook his head again, smiling.

"Nope." I sighed, staring out the window again.

"Fine."

"Skylar?" I looked at him again. "You said something about a promise to your brother. And what you said about your dad..." I looked away again. "He's a sensitive subject, isn't he?" I nodded. "You don't have to talk about him, if you don't want to." I didn't answer. I wasn't sure if I should. I knew that I would have to tell him eventually, but some part of me kept saying that he might not love me anymore if he knew about my past.

"He's the one who told me about werewolves," I said finally, breaking the silence. I glanced at Brady, he was watching me. "He's Quileute, he was a wolf too. He imprinted on my mom. That's how I knew about imprinting and werewolves." Brady nodded.

"So, the imprint didn't work out?" I nodded, glancing at him fearfully.

"They got divorced and my dad took me with him." This was the most I had called that man dad since I was six.

"So why'd you come here then? I mean, I'm glad you did, but Australia sounds like a really cool place to live." I nodded, ignoring the moisture suddenly coming into my eyes.

"It was..." I glanced outside again. "Shouldn't we be there already?" I looked at the speedometer to find out we have been going thirty miles an hour this whole time.

Brady shrugged, speeding up slightly.

"It's not like it's going to close," he muttered. "You didn't answer my question." I looked down, quickly wiping at my eyes.

"My mum asked me to come," I whispered.

"And you just left?" I nodded. We really should have arrived by now. "Why?" I sighed again. What was with all the questions?

"He was beating me, okay? And I hated him for it, but I had no where to go. I only told Jessie and I couldn't go to her place. He would just find me. Mum and Brent were too far away, so I endured it. For eleven years." I wiped at my eyes again and was surprised to find I wasn't crying. I guess I had run out patience and tears when it came to this subject. I was just tired of it; I didn't want to think about it anymore.

"I'm sorry." I stared at Brady. His hands were shaking around the steering wheel.

"I'm fine. At least now I am." Brady smirked at me, his shaking lessening.

"And that's because of me, right?" I rolled my eyes.

"No, because of Kole, obviously." Brady growled. "Kidding." Brady shook his head.

"Don't joke with that. I always come first."

"Ooh, possessive much?"

"No, I just..." Brady frowned at me. "I don't want to lose you to someone else." I rolled my eyes again.

"Don't worry, you're my one and only." Brady grinned.

"Good." He took the keys out of the ignition. I hadn't even noticed we stopped.

"We're here? Really? You're not just messing with my head?"

"Very funny." He got out of the truck and I unbuckled myself. Brady opened the door for me and helped me out. "Close your eyes."

"You're joking."

"I'm not, just do it." I sighed, but closed my eyes. Brady put his hands on my shoulders leading me forward. I took seventeen steps before Brady's hands suddenly disappeared.

I stopped immediately.

"Brady?"

"Open your eyes."

Mwhahaha! I am soo mean... But I have a very good reason for stopping! I don't actually know what they're date is going to be exactly... If you have an idea, tell me! Seriously, or it's going to end up being lame...

Anyway, I've got 28 more days till school ! Or 27, not actually sure when school starts...

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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