Author's Note: So, what do you think of my story so far? I hope you all like it. Leave a review if you like it?I just wanna get a feel of if anyone is actually reading and enjoying the story. Should I keep going or just give it up?
Anyway, don't do drugs, don't drink, don't do the stuff that you read in here, unless it's meet Embry. Then I encourage that :D
I don't own anything but my characters and my plot.
~4 Days Later, 3 Days Before Layla's Birthday~
Layla finally saw the sign for the La Push and Forks exit and said a mental 'thank you' to whoever was listening. Only 12 more miles until she was at the home of her biological father and half brother. They could be, like, murderers. Or criminals. Or worse...
Layla shook her head and kept driving, following the directions her GPS was giving her. She plugged her phone to the radio and dialed Kai.
"I am in the middle of freaking nowhere, Kai. There's nothing but a lot of forest." Layla whined.
"Is there not even a Starbucks? Hold on, I'm pulling up a map of this place on my iPad." Kai said, putting his phone on speaker. "Oh my Lort, Layla. There is like, nothing, close. I am going to have to overnight you all the essentials."
"I am barely getting signal here!" Layla said. "I bet they don't even get 4G here."
"That's just not acceptable. Maybe there's something like an app or, like, I don't know. Something."Kai said.
"I see the houses. Just up ahead. I'm not ready for this, Kai. Fly out here with me so I don't have to do this alone." Layla said.
"If my parents wouldn't freak out, we would have road tripped this." Kai said.
"I'll call your or text you just as soon as I meet them." Layla said. "Love you, bitch."
"Love you too, whore." Kai said, hanging up.
Layla pulled into the reservation, seeing people stopping to stare as she drove by. She looked at each house, waiting for number 21 to pop into her vision. She finally saw the house, or what passed for a house.
'That's not nice. It's a quaint little place. Just because it's not a mansion doesn't mean that it's crap. Be tolerant!' Layla berated herself.
She pullled into the driveway and shut the engine off, just sitting in the drivers seat. A knock on the window a few moments later made her scream in surprise and jump in her seat. It was an older man, about 50 yeras old, with long dark and and kind blue eyes. 'This must be daddy dearest' Layla thought. She unlocked the doors and was immediately pulled out of her seat into a warm hug.
"I've been waiting for so long to meet you. Well, that's not exactly true. I only found out about you a few months ago when your mother called me out of the blue. Told me I had a daughter who was gooing to be 17 soon! Imagine finding out you have a child you had no idea even existed. Her lawyers sent over for a DNA test to confirm. Then she signed over complete custody to me. Of course I was glad to take you!"her father said. "I'm Eric. Eric Lahote. I didn't mean to say that in a Bond, James Bond kind of way."
"I'm Layla?" Layla said, trying to absorb everything he just told her. Had her mother been planning this for that lomg?
"Are you sure?" Eric asked, smiling. "You must be exhausted after such a long drive. I'll have the boys get your bags and you just come right in and put your feet up" Eric said.
"Yeah. Just let me grab my purse and makeup. I just need to, um, freshen up before meeting anyone else." Layla said. She went to the back of her Escalade and grabbed her pink bag, her money and jewelry bag, and her purse. There was no way she was letting anyone ger their hands on either of those 3 bags.
"Wow. I guess I forgot how much makeup and pretties girls use. We've got one bathroom, but that shouldn't be a problem. Feel free to set everything of yours up there. Paul and I don't use a whole lot of space." Eric said.
"Thanks. Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I didn't feel safe showering at the hotels." Layla asked.
"Sure, sure go right ahead. Come on in." Eric said, leading Layla to the door.
"PAUL! JAKE! Guys, come get her bags and take them to her bedroom! No snooping!" Eric called out, ushering Layla inside. "Your bedroom is here," Eric pointed to a door across from the bathroom. "And here is the bathroom. Shower's kind of tricky, I'll start it for you. There's towels under the sink. We've got soap and shampoo if you want to use it. I'm sure you have your own, so you can use that, if you want to."
"Thanks. I appreciate it, Eric." Layla said, putting her bags down in the bathroom.
"You can call me Eric. Or...or dad. Just whatever you want." Eric said. "I'll leave you to your thing."
Layla shut and locked the door behind him. She waited for a minute before setting out her shampoo, conditioner, body wash, poweder, perfume, and all her other essentials. Then fiddled with the shower until it turned on, spewing out hot water. She stripped quicklky and got in, closing the curtain behind her. She let the hot water wash away her anxiety.
Paul, Jake, Seth, and Embry walked over to Paul's house, seeing an expensive looking Escalade sitting in the driveway, the back gate open. Eric was standing at the dtriver's side, waiting.
"Take her bags and be careful, okay? Put them in her bedroom and please, don't go through them. We don't want to freak her out. She's taking a shower right now." Eric said.
Jake leaned his head into the Escalade and took a deep breath as he grabbed a couple bags. "Smells all girly." he said, then leaned in to whisper, "and a little something something.".
"This is a freaking sweet ride! Maybe she'll let me drive it soon." Seth said, grabbing two bags. "Fancy. My sister has a small bag like this. Vera Bradley, I think."
"Whatever." Paul said, grabbing the rest of the bags and followed the guys inside. He dropped them unceremoniously on her bedroom floor. "Let's go guys."
Embry followed, grabbing everything else from the Escalade that wasn't gotten by the other guys and set it gently on her bed.
"Yeah, I'm starving!" Seth said. "I wonder if Emily has any breakfast leftovers."
"You're always hungry. Let's get out of here." Paul said.
Paul, Jake, Seth, and Embry headed out of the house and walked to Sam's. Layla had her ear pressed to the bathroom door, waiting for them to leave so she could make a mad dash to her new bedroom. Once she was satisfied that no one was around, she wrapped the total around herself, grabbed her bags, and walked quickly to get bedroom. She shut and locked the door, then went to the window and closed the curtains. She shoved her 3 most precious bags under the small bed in the corner of the room.
'Oh, no. Too, too small. I'm ordering a bigger one.' Layla thought, glancing at the bed.
Layla sorted her bags until she found the ones with her clothes in it and began hanging them up in the small closet.
"Is this for real all the closet space?" she said aloud. "I'm going to have to put up bars in here, too.".
Layla fished through her clothes until she found a pair of black yoga pants and a pink Victoria's Secret thin hooded long sleeved shirt. Layla then looked through until she found a clean bra and panty set, as well as her lotion and perfume.
An hour later, Layla felt much better. Clean body, clean clothes, clean hair. She slipped a pair of socks on and a pair of lightweight tennis shoes and headed out of her room. She found Eric in the living room, watching television with a man in a wheelchair.
"Oh, Layla! I'm glad you came in. I want you to meet one of my good friends, Billy Black. Billy, this is the daughter I was telling you about!" Eric said, pride evident in his voice.
"Hello, Mr. Black. It's a real pleasure to meet a friend of my father." Layla said, sticking her hand out.
"The pleasure is all mine, Layla. And call me Billy." Billy said, shaking her hand. "She's a beautiful girl, Eric. Doesn't take after you one bit then." he said, laughing.
Eric laughed and nodded. "Beautiful, smart as a whip, and classy. Maybe she'll turn all these boys on their ears and teach them how to treat a lady."
"If anyone could." Billy replied.
"I'm sorry to be interrupting, but I need to find a hardware store and furniture store. I need to set up some bars in my room for my hanging clothes. I also need another dresser, 2 nightstands, a mirror, and a larger bed." Layla said. "I have a GPS but I don't have any addresses."
"I'll holler at Jake, he knows this whole place like the back of his hand. I'll tell him to bring a couple guys. And Paul, I'm sure he'd love to help!" Billy said.
Billy pulled out his flip phone and started typing out a text. Layla thanked him and went to her bedroom to get her purse, making sure she had enough money to purchase everything she needed. A thought struck her and she walked back to the living room.
"Eric? I don't want you to think I'm not grateful for everything. I am, very much so. I'm sorry if it seemed like I'm putting everything down. I just have a lot of clothes and I'm used to a big bed and if I rolled over, I'd so be in the bed. I'm afraid with that one, I'd roll out and break something. I'm sorry." Layla said.
"Nonsense! That's just what we had in storage. I was planning on talking you out this weekend to the thrift store, but if you want to go now, then I'm good with that. Let the boys do the lifting, okay?" Eric said.
"Of course." Layla said. She bit her lip then hugged Eric around the waist. "Thank you for talking me in when my mother left."
"Hell, if I knew about you years ago, I would have been there every chance I could. I'm sorry I didn't know." Eric said.
Layla nodded and pulled away just as several large guys came walling through. 'Jesus Christ what is in the water here that they're freaking giants?' Layla thought.
"Perfect, just in time! Layla, this is your brother, Paul." Eric said.
"Half." Paul said, crossing his arms.
Layla raised an eyebrow and crossed her own arms. "Thank God, too." she said. If he could be pissy then so could she.
Eric paused for a moment, then continued with the introductions. "This one is Jake, he's Billy's son."
"Hey, welcome to La Push!" Jake said. "Are you liking it so far?"
Layla turned to Jake and smiled, letting her arms fall to her sides. "It's very different from New York, but much quieter. I like it, though, thank you."
Eric grinned. "This is Seth Clearwater, son of one of my other good friends. He's got a sister named Leah that you'll meet soon, I'd say."
"Great to meet you!" Seth said, bending down to pull Layla into a hug.
Layla froze temporarily, not used to his from near perfect strangers. She patted him on the back and he released her. "It's good to meet you too, Seth." Layla said with a smile.
"This here is Embry Call. Probably the nicest one of the bunch." Eric said.
"Hey!" Seth pouted.
"I resemble that remark!" Jake said, grinning.
"Hey." Embry said quietly.
"Hello Embry. A pleasure to meet you." Layla said, sticking her hand out.
When Embry just stared at her hand instead of shaking it, Layla pulled it back and picked up her purse. "Can you all help me in getting some things to add to my new bedroom, please? Just a few bars for hanging clothes and some furniture."
Jake, Seth and Embry nodded while Paul rolled his eyes and walked off.
"Who pissed in his cereal?" Layla muttered.
Jake, Embry, and Seth had to stifle a laugh. They were glad Paul wasn't close enough to hear that.
"Are you guys ready?" Layla asked. "Also, do any of you know where a hardware store and furniture stores are? I'll pay you if you help me pick out and carry."
"You don't have to pay us. We're glad to help!" Seth said, smiling. "Shotgun!" he yelled, running for the door.
Layla grinned at how excited and carefree Seth was. She pushed the unlock button on her key fob, followed by the automatic start.
"I think that just made his day." Jake said. "Yeah, we'd love to help you. We know where everything is."
"Great. Thank your so much. I'll take you all out to eat after." Layla said, heading for her Escalade.
"Food? Like...not shitty Taco Hell food?" Embry asked.
"Taco Hell? Oh, no. No, no, no. I'm talking Olives Garden, baby!" Layla said.
"I think I'm in love." Jake said, climbing into the backseat, Embry joining him on the other side.
Layla climbed into the drivers seat and buckled, sticking her keys into the ignition. "What kind of music do you all like? I've got Sirius XM so, like, any kind of music." she said.
"Hey, let's circle the rez and blast the bass! This beast will blow that stupid Clifford out of the water!" Seth said, getting excited.
"Clifford? Sounds like a jerk off. Let's do this. Oh, I so have an idea. How badly do we not like this guy?" Layla asked.
"He used to bully us. He still thinks he's the best thing on this rez. " Jake said.
Layla unsnapped a few buttons on her VS hoodie, pulling it down to show cleavage. A quick check of her hair and makeup and she smiled. "Let's go visit Clifford." she said.
"Wow." Seth whispered.
Layla smiled and drove to where Clifford lived, cranking the bass up on her stereo until it nearly vibrated.
"That pale green place, there." Jake said.
"Here's the plan." Layla said, sticking her hand down her shirt, adjusting her boobs to make them pop now. "I'm going to go ask him for directions, flirt a little bit. Then one of you will walk by, whoever hates him the most. Just follow my lead from there."
Jake, Seth, and Embry ducked down in their seats as Layla pulled into his driveway and got out. Layla sauntered up to Clifford, who was working on his car.
"Hey, I'm a little lost. I'm trying to find my way to the beach, but the directions were so confusing." Layla pouted.
Clifford looked up and his eyes went wide. He looked Layla up and down then to her Escalade, then back to her. Just as Clifford opened his mouth to speak, Seth walked by.
"Screw the beach, I want that." Layla said, just loud enough for Clifford and Seth to hear.
"What, Seth? That puny punk?" Clifford sneered.
Layla turned and raked her eyes over him. Then she turned toward Seth, who was in front of her now.
"Puny? Have you checked out his pants? Are you blind or can you not see the outline of his dick? Fuck, and that's him soft, too." Layla whispered, again loud enough for both to hear.
Clifford's face was red with anger. Is she really picking this fucking reject? "Yeah, but if he jumps up and down, you'll see that's really a roll of quarters, baby." Clifford said.
Layla smirked and turned towards Seth who jumped up and down, no change falling from his pants. Layla licked her lips and winked at Seth. She walked over to him.
"I saw no quarters rolling out of his pants." Layla said.
Layla looked up at Seth and mouthed "Pick me up and slam me against his car."
Seth made a deep almost growl in his chest and charged at Layla, picking her up and gently slamming her against Clifford's car. Layla pulled her shirt off and moaned loudly, knowing full well Clifford could see and hear everything. She knew his eyes went directly to her chest and she grabbed Seth's hand and pulled it up to grab her breast.
"Oh hell, yes!" Oh, fuck me, Seth!" Layla moaned again.
Seth froze for a moment when Layla whipped her shirt off and grabbed his hand and put it on her bra coveted breast. She nudged him to head for the Escalade while she attacked his neck with kisses and bites, exaggerating them for Clifford's benefit. Seth nearly stumbled twice before climbing into the drivers seat. Layla pressed the button to slide the seat all the way back before sliding into the floor, starting to bob her head in his lap, mimicking a blow job.
"Drive away." Layla whispered.
Seth stayed the vehicle and drove far enough away from Clifford before stopping.
"Holy shit, that was amazing!" Jake yelled. Did you see the look on his face when you chose Seth over him?! Then when he saw you without a shirt! And when you and Seth went at it! Oh God, I should have recorded this!" Jake said, laughing.
"Oh, it was recorded. I have a dash cam. That was hot, wasn't it? You are burning up, Seth...is that normal? Like a Quilete guy thing?" Layla asked.
"Yup." Jake said.
Layla crawled over Seth and to the passenger seat. She looked around for her shirt as she was still in her bra.
"Did I leave my shirt out there?" Layla asked, groaning.
"Do we have to go back and get it? Clifford will know!" Seth whined.
"No, but we will need to stop at a clothing store. Going around in a bra is probably frowned upon." Layla said.
"Looks like Seth has something to take care of too!" Jake said, chuckling.
Layla looked over and saw that, yeah, Seth was pretty damn hard. She bit her lip. "Jake, you and Embry get up here and drive."
Seth and Layla traded seats with Jake and Embry. Layla pushed the button for the partition to come up between the front seats and back passenger seats. Seth was almost frozen to his seat.
"Did...you want to take care of it alone? I'm sorry, I just thought since maybe I caused it that you'd want me to finish...I can go up front with Jake and Embry." Layla said.
"What? Yes, no, I mean yes, yes, help? If you want to. You don't have to." Seth said.
Layla smiled softly, seeing poor Seth so nervous.
"So...hand job then?" Layla asked.
Jake was driving, heading toward the one hardware store they had. "I bet Clifford won't strut around anymore. She shut him down!" he said, laughing.
Embry just started out the window. Was...was he jealous? Or had it been *that* long since he'd gotten off that he was jealous of Seth getting some kind of relief from Layla? Maybe he should call that girl from Taco Bell.
"Earth to Embry!" Jake said.
"Yeah, yeah that was freaking epic." Embry said.
Layla lowered the partition a few minutes later, grabbing for the bag of wet wipes and cleaning herself off.
"Stop somewhere, Jake. I need a shirt, still, please." Layla said.
Embry pulled off his shirt and handed it to Layla to put on. "I can go shirtless easier than you can." he said.
"Damn...yeah, you sure can." Layla said, putting the black t shirt on. "I think I have a belt in here that would make this perfect!" she added.
Layla duh through her car and found a delicate silver and diamond chain belt and fixed it around her waist. "Perfect! Thanks, Embry!" she said.
Embry nodded, looking at her through the rear view mirror. He decided she could keep that shirt and he would buy one at the next store they came to.