Take Me Home

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SERIES. ALL THE RIGHTS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND OC'S IN THIS STORY.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ONE MONTH LATER

Addison sat under the camper awning, watching the morning rainfall. She was meant to be writing a book, meant to be getting something new to her publisher but nothing came to her. She had hoped being out in the woods would have struck something within her and broken her writers block, but it seemed to have changed nothing. Her vision was fuzzy from lack of sleep, her coffee buzz wearing off slowly.

"You're back early! I didn't think you would be back until tomorrow." Paul called out as he walked around the side of the house. He walked towards her.

"Have to keep you on your toes." Addison smiled. "Four days was enough time with family, drove back last night. Back of my truck is full of that stuff you wanted," Addison said waving a hand in the direction of her truck.

"Awesome. At this rate we should have floor laid by the end of the month. Windows and doors have been ordered to go in at the same time. As you saw we got the framing all up for the new extension. The Glass for the roof will take longer than the windows as it has to be custom made, so it will be tarps for a while, sorry."

"Sorry? You have done more to this house in a few weeks then its had done in years. It looks like it could be a house now. Don't be fucking sorry." Paul was a little taken aback by her tone. She had dark black bags under her eyes and looked half dead. Her outfit was also out of the ordinary for her. A grey sweatshirt and black tights.

"Okay I'm not sorry then?" Paul said.

"Good. There is coffee in the kitchen help yourself." Addie said, scribbling out what she had been writing in the book in her lap.

"Don't mind if I do," Paul said going into the camper to grab a cup. He had a feeling today would be a long one.

"Are all the guys here today?" Addie asked.

"Nah kids have school, just Jared and Sam in today." Paul said as he made his coffee.

"Cool," Addison said as he exited the camper.

"What are you working on?" Paul asked taking a seat in the other chair.

"At this rate a brain aneurysm." Her head felt like it was going to explode soon.

"Fun. You look exhausted. Did you not sleep?"

"I tried but my brain won't let me. Been trying to write a new book for weeks now but no ideas are sticking." She rubbed at her temples.

"You're really a writer," Paul asked.

"No, I'm an undercover spy, struggling writer is just my cover story," she rolled her eyes.

"Funny," Paul said not letting her tone annoy him. She was obviously having a bad day. It was now his turn to be the happy one in their friendship. Not a role he would usually have to fill.

"Yes, Paul. I am a writer, trust me that's not a cool enough career for me to lie about it." She hopped up on one leg, her prosthetic missing. She jumped up into the camper and returned a moment later with a stack of books under one arm. Dropping back down into the seat she passed one of the books to Paul. She flipped it over tapping the back cover. "See, me."

"No way. What are they about?" Paul asked, somewhat surprised she had real hard cover books to show him.

"All different stuff. Some are just dumb love stories; others are more end of the world stuff. My best seller though are these." She passed him three more books. Paul was taken aback by the covers. Each one had a different colour wolf on the cover.

"Wolves?" Paul asked.

"Yeah. Well werewolves. It's about three brother werewolves that fight crime. Dumb I know, but it sells well." She shrugged.

"That's crazy. How did you come up with the idea?" Paul asked. There was no way she knew about the pack.

"Way too much proscription pain killers and channel surfing. I think I was watching the nature channel and ninja turtles when I wrote them."

"Dam, why don't you just do that again? Sounds fun," He laughed.

"It was, but I don't do that shit anymore."

"Thats good, you're too smart to be held up on that."

"Thanks. It makes writing a lot slower but I'm sure something will come to me."

"Maybe you should have another go at getting some sleep." Paul suggested.

"Probably. Sorry it was a long few days at home." Paul wasn't sure what could have happened to make her change so much in only a few days, but it wasn't his place to pry.

"That's okay you don't have to be happy go lucky all the time you know. Its actually kind of refreshing seeing you not so happy."

"Thanks," Addison laughed. It wasn't her normal laugh, but her face looked a little brighter. A car horn honked from the other side of the house. The pair shared a look.

"I wasn't expecting anyone," Addie said confused.

"I'll see who it is," Paul said jumping up.

"Thanks," She sat the books on the table. Paul walked to the corner of the house, tilting his head in confusion when he saw who was there.

"Quil?" Paul asked. Quil walked towards him, a stack of papers in his hands.

"Hey Paul, I need to see Addison." Quil said.

"Not sure if now's a good time," Paul said not seeing this going well.

"I don't care," Quil hissed.

"Quil, what are you doing here?" Addison asked from her seat.

"I can't believe your actually doing this place up," Quil said walking past Paul. Paul followed closely behind.

"I said I would," Addison said, her body going tense as he got closer.

"Mum still doesn't want to talk to you," Quil stated stopping a few steps in front of Addie.

"You came all this way to tell me that?" Addie asked, confuse, and irritated at the mention of her mother.

"No Addison. She asked me to give you these." He passed her the stack of papers. She only read the first line before shooting to her feet. Or at least her foot in this case. She swayed with the quick movement and Paul put a hand out to steady her. "What the hell happened to you?" Quil asked his eyes going wide as he saw her leg missing.

"A fucking restraining order?" Addison yelled, ignoring his question.

"She umm, she feels unsafe with you being so close. She's filing for a restraining order towards you and your father," Quil said stepping back a step. Addison let out a loud out of control laugh. It was not her normal laugh.

"Whatever Quil, no way would this ever hold up in a court room. She's scared of her one-legged daughter and her bed ridden ex-husband. Also, before she tries to file complaints to the building department, I have all the required documents needed. Before she tries to report me to child services again, I am no longer down as my daughter's legal guardian. Before she files a police report about me in any way, shape, or form understand I would be more then happy to take her to court. I am not scared of her or her blind threats." She glared daggers at him.

"You have a daughter?" Quil looked confused.

"Yeah, had one of them for around seven years now. You would know that if you ever thought of checking in and didn't believe the rubbish that woman spues out." Addison seethed.

"Your lying," Quil said but Paul didn't think he believed his own words.

"Sure Quil, I'm the liar."

"Bitch." He stormed away. Addison through the papers at the ground. Pushing Pauls hand off her she hopped back to her chair dropping back into her seat. She swatted at tears that had begun to spill over.

"Come on just ask, I can see you're thinking it," Addison curled into herself not looking at Paul.

"I was thinking I need another cup of coffee after that. You want one?" He asked stepping towards the camper door.

"Yes please," Addison whispered. Paul went into the camper and made two more cups of coffee giving Addison a minute to compose herself.

"Here you go," Paul said exiting the camper and handing Addie one of the cups.

"Thanks Paul…" He returned to his seat and the pair sat in silence for a few seconds. "My parents didn't love each other. They had me straight after high school and got married because that's what they thought should happen, not because they wanted too." Paul just nodded his head not saying anything. If she wanted this off her chest he would listen.

"Quils too young to remember the fighting that went on in this house. My dad was a builder, this house had belonged to his parents, and he had planned on renovating it. He started taking it apart but as you saw the project was abandoned. Mum hated the house and thought it was a waste of money. She moved out taking me and Quil with her, dad only saw us on weekends. I had started having some health problems and he got worried, eventually dad took me to a specialist. Ended up being cancer. Mum didn't cope well with the news; she couldn't even look at me. Dad let her have it all just wanting me, and mum agreed. Dad and I left without really saying goodbye to anyone. I started treatment in Port Angeles. It took may years and treatments to finally get he all clear. I met my ex around that time. He had cancer as well; chemo didn't work for him in the end. We bonded over our time in hospital, and I ended up pregnant. Everyone was surprised, after that much chemo it shouldn't have been possible. He passed away just before Cennedy was born. I had called mum, told her about the baby, we still talked from time to time but weren't close by any means. She called child services on me; I was seventeen and she was calling me unfit to be a mother before I had even had her. When she was born Dad and his wife became her legal guardians and raised her. After that I went off the deep end. Alcohol, drugs, a lot of shit I'm ashamed of. It took a long time to get past it."

"Why come back to all this?" Paul couldn't help but ask.

"It just felt like unfinished business. Dad and I are going halves on the project. I don't think dad really cares what it looks like, he just wants to see the old girl back in her prime. Memories are priceless Paul. I would rather go bankrupt then tell him no."

"You didn't have to tell me any of that."

"I know, but I'm not ashamed of it. It's a part of me."

"You really have a beautiful heart Addison," Paul smiled.

"Is that the first time you have ever complemented a girl on anything other than her body?" Addison laughed.

"Yeah, could you tell?" Paul smiled, caught red handed.

"Well, everyone keeps saying you're a player but I've yet to see it," she looked at him with her head tilted as though analysing him.

"Old Paul was," He nodded.

"And to who am I speaking to now?" Addie asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"New Paul. Responsible Paul.

"To bad. I think me and the old Paul could have had a lot of fun together." She sent him a wink before hopping back to her foot. "I need sleep, you need to get to work. I hear your boss is a real bitch." Paul watched her hop back up the stairs his mouth hanging a little loose.

Author notes***

Two updates in less than 24 hours. I bet no one saw that coming, I defiantly didn't. After posting the last chapter I kept writing, and this is what my sleep deprived brain thought of. Not sure if I like it or if it works so may tweak it in the future. Let me know your thoughts.