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SPOV

Brady and Brent were both gone when Kole finally arrived in my driveway.

"Sorry I'm late." Kole looked flustered and half awake when I got in his car.

"That's okay." I frowned. "What's with you?" Kole sighed as pulled out of the driveway.

"Next time you get sick, let me stay at you house too, kay?" I smiled, thinking of that situation. Brady, Brent and Kole, all in the same house, for a week. That would be fun...

"Why?"

"Leah heard some stuff going around at school and she got...protective." He winced. "The whole school knows about us now... I always knew there was a reason I didn't talk to people. Too much stress." He shook his head.

I smiled. "Congratulations!" He glared at me. "Sorry." That must have been really rough for him. A whole week of people questioning him, and suddenly speaking to him after all those years.

"Not your fault." Kole turned to smirk at me. "I heard you tried to stop the rumours." I groaned.

"Seth?" Kole nodded. "Well at least Brady has been with me all week, he doesn't know." Kole scoffed, pulling into a parking space at school

"Not yet." I rolled my eyes, getting out of the car.

It was freakishly sunny today, so I was finally able to wear some of my summer clothes. Including my t-shirts.

My scar had become a part of me now. At times, I was even kind of proud to show it to people.

"Hey girlfriend." I sighed as Brady's warms arms wrapped around my waist. Seth had already gotten to him.

"Hey."

"So, you made us official with everyone else before you did with me." He paused turning me around to face him. "I don't know if I should be offended or happy." He kissed my forehead before taking my hand and kissing the scar there too.

Kole had already disappeared, so Brady and I walked to the school alone. As we entered the school, I spotted Kole with Leah and a few of her friends.

Poor Kole. I guess I would just have to text him later.

"So, we're ditching today." I slammed my locker shut, glaring at Brady. Our first day back, and he wanted to ditch?

"I'm not ditching, we have too much catching up to do." Brady only shrugged, opening his locker. "Do you want to graduate?" Brady shrugged again, smiling to himself.
" I have to be somewhere, and I wanted you to come with me. But if school's that important to you..." I bit my lip. I hated guilt trips.

School was important to me. Without an education, I didn't have anything. Or at least, I would have had nothing...

"Fine, but if Brent finds out..." Brady grinned taking my hand again.

"Don't worry, he's got his first patrol today, he won't be back for a while."

"Let me tell Kole I'm leaving, and then we can go.
Brady seemed hesitant, but he let me lead him to Kole's locker.

I couldn't see him at first, there were too many people. But eventually, I was able to see his panicked brown eyes staring desperately at me as he was crowded by what looked like the whole senior class.

I think I laughed for a good two minutes while Brady pulled Kole out of the crowd.

"Leah's friends?" Kole nodded in reply to Brady's question. Brady patted his shoulder sympathetically while I tried to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry Koley, but you looked so scared." I bit my tongue to keep from laughing again. "Okay, I came to tell you I'm leaving. I guess I don't need a ride home?" I looked to Brady for confirmation and he nodded.

Kole sighed. "I don't think there's any point in me asking to tag along." He glanced behind him and straight into Leah's piercing gaze. "Have fun?" I frowned.

"Can't we take him?"

"Sorry, we have to go." I hugged Kole quickly before he was pulled back into the crowd. Leah waved cheerfully as we left. I had a feeling she was enjoying her boyfriends misery a little too much.

"I feel so bad!" Brady shrugged.

"It would've happened anyway." He was right, but still! Poor Kole!

I wasn't really paying attention as Brady drove off of school property. The signs were going by too fast for me to read them. It was until I realized that we had left La Push; that I snapped back to reality.

"How far are we going?" Brady smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Almost there." I could see his truck parked on a street a few blocks away.

We weren't in La Push anymore, and as far as I could tell, we were barely in Forks.

Brady parked behind his truck before getting out of the car. I followed, looking around me curiously.

Brady took my hand and led me across the street, towards a cemetery.

A cemetery?

Brady and I walked past tombstone after tombstone; each one creeping me out more than the last.

Eventually, Brady started to slow down. He walked us up beside a woman in her early forties. She was kneeling in front of a large tombstone.

Kristopher Campbell. Father. Husband. Hero.

I glanced up at Brady, tears already forming in my eyes.

What was with me and crying this week?

"Mrs. Campbell?" My voice sounded weird after the long silence.

The woman looked up, slightly startled.

"Oh, Brady, and you must be Skylar." She got up, wiping her hands on her jeans. "It's nice to finally meet you." I shook her outstretched hand.

"Nice to meet you too." Mrs. Campbell glanced at Brady before slowly walking back the way we had come.

I stared after her until I was sure she couldn't hear us anymore.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Brady smiled, but his eyes were on the stone.

"You wanted to know about my father." He gestured towards the tombstone. "He died five years ago today. Saving my life." He took a deep breath, reaching into his pocket/ He pulled out a rusty locket, placing it carefully in front of the grave.

I watched him with watering eyes.

Brady looked up at me, amused.

"I thought you said you didn't cry." I wiped at my eyes, glaring at him

"I guess I lied." Brady smiled, taking my hand. He led me to a nearby tree, sitting down. I hesitated for a half a second before sitting down next to him.

"There was a building in Port Angeles scheduled for demolition. Everyone was going down there to see it get blown up. Collin and I convinced my dad to take us too." Brady stopped, his eyes locked on the grave.

"Some older kids were there, from the high school. There dared is to go get a piece of the building before it was destroyed. Collin was smarter than I was; he just picked up a pebble from around the site. I just had to be a show-off." I took a deep breath, seeing the story as Brady told it.

"I was already quarter of the way up the building when the countdown started. No one but Collin knew I was up there. And there was no way I would be able to climb down in time. Collin must have told my dad, because the next thing I knew, there was a wolf scaling the wall after me." I gasped, staring at Brady. But he was staring at the tombstone, his eyes almost eerily distant.

"He threw me off the building and into a tree. I lived; broke both my arms, but I lived. My dad phased back as the countdown started closing in on its end. He said he loved us and then the building exploded. I'll never forget that day. That image is going to be stuck in my head for life." Brady glanced at me.

"Collin found me in the tree and called the cops. I told them my dad was under the building, that they had to find him, but it was too late. He was crushed and it was all my fault. If my mom ever found out, she would never be able to look at me again." Brady's teeth clenched and he started to tremble.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Brady shook his head.

"It was my fault, not yours. You shouldn't be sorry."

"Brady, how long have you been telling yourself that?" He stared at me like the answer was obvious. "You can't keep living your life in guilt. It's over Brady, in the past and you can't go back in time. Maybe it was your fault, but I really doubt your father would want guilt to rule the rest of your life." Brady stopped shaking and smiled at me.

"I don't deserve you. I killed my father and fate still put you in my life."

"You didn't kill your father," I assured him. He nodded.

"I didn't kill my father," he repeated. "I guess we can go now, I know these graves are starting to creep you out. Thanks for coming with me." I smiled.

"That's what good girlfriends do." Brady got up and walked back to his father's grave.

"Hey dad, we're doing fine. Mom's finally starting to move on, and as for me." Brady glanced back at me. "I think the healing process is going to be moving a little faster now. Love you, miss you. Thank you." Brady turned around again, holding his arms out.

I didn't hesitate in getting up. I let Brady pick me up and sling me onto his back.

"If you ever tell anyone about what I said back there..." I laughed.

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

"good." Brady set me down in front of his car so I could get in.

We were on our way back to school, when my phone vibrated.

Who would be calling me now?

"Hello?"

"Skylar, you need to get home, now."

"Brent? I thought you were supposed to be on patrol."

"Forget that, you have to get home.
I paused. "Fine, I'm on my way." I hung up, turning to face Brady.

"We have to go home." Brady nodded already changing course.

Brady couldn't pull into the driveway. For some weird reason, it was already full.

"Why is Sam here?" Brady asked himself, getting out of the car. I frowned, suddenly worried.

Something was wrong.

I tried to unlock the door quickly, but in my haste, I think I must have dropped my keys at least three times.

Brady eventually unlocked the door for me, smirking as he gave me my keys back.

I rolled my eyes; I didn't have time for that.

"Mum?" I rushed to her side. She seemed even sicker than this morning. And was it just me, or were there extra worry lines in her face? "What's wrong?" She shook her head.

"They're in the kitchen."

I dumped my stuff on the floor by the door before walking into the kitchen.

Brent and Sam were both sitting on the same side of the island glaring at someone on the other side.

Brady growled beside me, seeing the person before I did.

"Brady, calm down. She's too close." Same kept his eyes on the visitor as he spoke.

I stepped further into the kitchen, bracing myself for the worse.

I backed away immediately; I would have kept going if Brady hadn't stopped me.

"You have to face him." I shook my head.

"You don't understand, you don't know what he's done..." Brady waited patiently for me to calm down.

"You need to. I'll be right there with you. Everything will be fine." I wanted to disagree, but Brady seemed so sure of himself.

So I let him take me back into the kitchen.

He stood up when we entered, glaring at Brady.

I took a deep breath.

"Why are you here?"

"I missed you.' I glared at him. He missed me, so he spent thousands of his precious dollars to come all the way down here to get his ass kicked? That made sense...

"Why are you here?" He sighed still glaring at Brady.

And then the father I had grown up with appeared. His eyes as cold and uncaring as his heart.

"I'm taking you home."

Okay, so school is starting (for me) in fifteen days. That royally sucks. And since I have volunteering every weekday, updates should either be arriving on weekends on the very beginning of the week. Like today!

So, not sure how many of you read my Author's Note, but I'm thinking up another interview! So if you have any questions for me or the character (any of them), just leave them in a review or PM me.

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