Bella walked into the estate agent.
Determined to snag this shop before anyone else had the chance, and to tell the truth she was bursting with excitement.
Normally Bella would feel guilty for taking such a large amount of money, but hell no! After everything they had done to her they were lucky she hadn't gone further than shredding Edward and burning the pieces.
Walking over to her estate agent, she took the seat opposite his desk.
She looked up; he gave her a small smile. She was sure that he was only smiling because she had to have a lot of money, buying the shop in one load and not in the instalments provided.
"So from what I understand you would like to pay for the property now in cash?" He asked her, looking as surprised as the first time he had heard it.
She held in the want to roll her eyes and make a snide comment. She replied with a small 'yes'.
"So have you already paid the money or are you paying now?" he asked, while looking at his computer.
"Oh I've paid already, can I have the keys to the place or..."she trailed off assuming that he got the gist of what she was saying.
"Oh. Yes. One second!" he dashed up to fetch the keys.
"Thank you Mr. Jenks" She nodded, getting up and making my way over to her coffee shop. She liked the sound of that.
This time, the place had a nice kind of feel about it. It was small, but modern. It was in need of some TLC but, it was homey. It was hers.
Bella's pov
I stopped to look at the place.
Even though there was still a lot of work to do, it was looking really nice so far. I had had all the flooring done; oak wooden floors glossed and varnished. Now I was deciding on a colour for the walls ect.
Who would have thought choosing paint would be so hard!
I was stuck between a nice magenta kind of colour and a mahogany, though I was swaying towards the mahogany...
Now that I thought about it, the mahogany gave the whole kind of old fashion yet modern look I was envisioning. After about thirty minutes of comparing the colours with the walls I finally picked one:
Mahogany!
I put on some old clothes, and got one of those plastic tarp things and covered my lovely new floor. I picked up a roller and got started.
I got on my new step ladder, so I could paint the top half of the walls, covering myself in a good amount of paint in the process.
Suddenly a pang of loneliness hit me square in the face.
Jake and I would have had so much fun doing all of this albeit, we would probably have painted each other more than the walls but, it wouldn't have mattered.
Sighing I carried on, determined that I would get all the painting done today. I picked up the roller and dipped it in the rich colour. Smearing it on the wall in an even coat, when was done I looked back in satisfaction, it looked pretty amazing.
Clearing up all my equipment I locked up and headed home. I desperately tried to get some sleep that night but one thing kept bouncing about in my head...
What was Jake doing?
Narrator pov!
Embry walked into the council hall, all went silent.
He had brought Quil with him. Only because Quil had insisted 'as your best friend there is no-way I'm going to let you go alone'.
Across the far end of the hall, the elders where sitting behind a large table. Their visit wasn't a friendly one, and this was just about as important as who the next wife of the chief would be.
They had tried to dodge the subject and ignore his pleas but Embry was prepared to fight for this and be persistent. Which apparently paid off... Embry stood in front of the elders; head high and determined to get what he wanted.
"As you all know we have been requested here today by Embry Call, your request...?" Old Quil's voice held such power that no-body dared interrupt. Embry cleared his throat, stepping forward.
"As all of you know, I am a protector of the tribe. I protect and fight against the cold ones to keep la push and forks safe." He needed to get his point across, and now was the time."And in return I have asked for nothing-" Jeremiah cut him off.
"Being a protector is a privilege, you should not ask for things in return! Many would jump at the chance to protect their tribe!" He shot across the hall at Embry.
"Yes, I'm not saying that it isn't a privilege, but -"once again Jeremiah spoke up.
"There is no but about it!"
"Jeremiah! You forget yourself, let him speak! We will not know his plight if we cannot hear it!" Old Quil spoke, raising his voice slightly. Jeremiah instantly quieted down, embarrassed that he had basically been told to shut up by a member of the council.
"Thank you" Embry nodded, carrying on "but, there is one thing I would like to ask... I wish to share the secret with my mother. She thinks me to be a juvenile delinquent! Is this what you what for an honoured warrior of the tribe?"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Jeremiah boomed.
"YOU WANT TO TELL HER THE SECRET, WHEN YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE CLEARLY NOT ALOUD!" The whole room shook as he carried on.
"YOU COME AND WASTE OUR TIME WITH YOUR STUPID REQUESTS! YOU KNOW IT WILL NOT BE ONLY WASTING YOUR OWN TIME BUT OUR'S TOO! DO YOU THINK WE DON'T HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?!"
The whole room was in shock as they had never heard of such... Blasphemy? Old Quil spoke up.
"Why should we allow you to share your secret? Take into consideration that we have to take both points of views into account" he said calmly.
"Well first, I have risked my life more than once to save the tribe, even when I wanted to just scream 'screw them! Let them die at the hands of leeches!' but I didn't, not once!" Someone cleared there throat.
"Umm, I mean I could just refuse to protect you but I don't. Not only do I have to carry this burden, but my mum thinks that I am taking drugs. That I go clubbing and sleep around because I come home late from patrol. So when she grounds me I have to sneak out to do my patrol!" Embry sighed sadly.
"Frankly my mothers and I's relationship is falling apart because if this, I can't tell her, so I just stick with the story's she comes up with." he finished.
All around the room the expressions of the elders were of understanding and pity others of aggravation and anger.
"I can see your point" Billy said. Heads turned to him. "Think about it, it's only fair that we give him permission to tell his own mother. If it wasn't for these boys some of us would be dead...or worse" he pointed out.
Quil knew that if Jacob was here he would be proud of his father, for standing up for what was clearly right.
"I too can see his point, but...?" Quil said standing up and walking up in front of the room
"Think about it from a logical point of view. If Embry's mum knows about us, not only will it improve his relationship with his mother, it will also benefit the pack. We won't have to worry about having someone to cover for him if he can't make it or worry about him getting to us in time."
Old Quil sat up straight; the pride for his grandson was beaming off of him. He was supposed to be fair he couldn't help but admire the loyalty his grandson had shown. No-one had ever heard quill speak something of such high intelligence.
Being the joker he is, Quil turned round to give Embry a thumbs up while grinning.
They could see it in their faces that some of them were reconsidering.
"Isn't Embry call your friend?" asked Jeremiah. He raised an eyebrow and continued.
"Well he could be saying all this as a 'friend' you know?" he sneered, using air quotes.
Quil narrowed his eyes at him.
"What do you mean?" he inquired.
"Well it seems only logical that you are coming from a 'friends' point of view, rather than that of the rest of us! Do you really have the pack's best interests in mind?" The patronising tone of his voice didn't go unheard by Old Quil who did not like the way he was speaking to his grandson.
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"What are you implying exactly!?" Old Quil raged, his voice rising in anger.
"That my grandson! Would lie about this to help a friend!?"
"So you did catch on... Eventually." Jeremiah sneered once again, but this time the snide remark was directed at Old Quil.
Members of the council began to murmur among themselves. NO ONE, absolutely NO ONE spoke to Old Quil like that! To say the council members where in outrage would be an understatement.
"This is an outrage! Are you allowing him to continue with this absurdity?! You must have some hidden motive for not allowing such a simple request?" Quil shouted.
"Liar!" Jeremiah's high-pitched mocking voice made a reappearance.
If there was one thing Quil was good at it was getting on people's nerves, and making them past angry. And from past experience when people were angry they blurted out all sorts of things...the truth!
Jeremiah was not going to let someone speak to him like that
"HOW DARE YOU -"
"What's that smell?" Quil said sniffing the air, feigning exasperation; he turned to look at Embry.
"I don't know, but it smells like denial to me!" Embry said, joining in with Quil, turning to Jeremiah again. Jeremiah was losing all his control, and then the boy's said that... He lost it. You could practically see the smoke coming from his ears...
"Do you want to know why I won't allow Embry to tell his mum?" He asked giving them an evil grin
"If we do that Tiffany will have all the leverage she needs to demand that Embry knows who his real father is!" He shouted.
There was a loud bang and then an Embry sized fist mark was placed in the wall...
Quil left shortly after Embry's outburst.
Now Embry wasn't a violent person, in fact he was probably one of the least violent people Quil had met. But when provoked, especially provoked about his mother he lost it.
Quil had been half heartedly searching for him. He knew full well that if he wanted to, he could have phased and found Embry within minutes, but he didn't. Embry needed time to himself so Quil opted to looking for him in human would take considerably longer.
Quil actually knew where he was; given the state he left in he figured he would want to be alone for a while. Five minutes later, Quil entered a small clearing that he Embry and Jake used to play in when they were younger.
Across the clearing he spotted Embry sitting on a tree stump; shoulders slumped and shaking heavily.
That's when he realised that he was crying, or maybe it was the smell of his salty tears that scented the air.
Whatever it was, all Quil knew was that he needed a friend right now, and so he walked over to him and embraced his friend.
Letting his brother cry on his shoulder.
Emily's pov
I was just cleaning when my phone started to vibrate; I looked at the caller I.D... It was Sam.
An involuntary smile formed on my lips; still smiling I read the text.
-Hey Em, I'm sorry but I won't be home tonight, pack meeting. I'll be thinking of you – Sam xxx.
As sweet as the text was I was really disappointed. Tonight was our date night! Hence the cleaning!
Recently Sam had been attending a lot of 'pack meetings' they were probably important, but I wished he didn't have to go to them.
But also it had been getting suspicious. I kept finding him glancing at his phone when he thought I wasn't looking. I mean, I had asked if something was wrong, of course! But he had just shrugged it off claiming that he was tired.
Maybe it was just my hormones or maybe it was a woman intuition thing, but something told me Sam wasn't telling the complete truth. But right now there was cleaning to do.
After some time I sat down on the sofa for some much needed rest. A little kick in my tummy reminded me of something... The last 'Pack meeting' me and Sam went to, wasn't he relieved of duty's? I wasn't sure, but I made a mental note to ask him about it when he got home.
I woke up to an empty house. Alone. Again. This what I had become accustomed to now, Sam's constant disappearing act. I often felt like I had nothing now.
Everything I had, had long fallen apart
Ever since Bella had come, she had immediately taken over the pack. I had felt loved like I belonged, that is until little 'miss perfect' showed up and won their hearts.
With her baked goods and her funny remarks.
She had taken what was rightfully hers.
But she would make one promise now.
Bella swan would regret the day she stole her life...