Fate's Twisted Charm
Fate's twisted charm is always what lures you in. From the beginning of her life she's been intertwined with myths and creatures. Now it's your time to hear her story and what she thinks about everything that has happened in the series we all know and love. This is Emily Young's life story. Twenty-One Preview: "Oh, Paul, you're not alone. I'm here and I love you. I know for a fact that Sam would not be the leader he is if not for you. Jared loves being with you and being your friend. And, so what if Leah doesn't talk to us anymore? It's mostly my fault anyway. She shouldn't take it out on you. I just get so worried about you sometimes."
Disclaimer: This story does not match up with the actual series and the timeline, some ages, and other details have been changed. I also own nothing besides Maria and Scott Young. It's all Stephenie Meyer.
8. Window To Your Soul Part One
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February 20th, 2003
Life seemed to come to a standstill. Everything just slowed down while Leah tried her best to act normal. But not everyone saw past her mask of normalness. Paul tried to talk to her numerous times, as did Jared but she seemed to ignore the tries and blow them off. The only person she would talk to was me. And while I didn't mind one bit that she chose me to vent on, I wished she had picked someone who wasn't so biased.
After the dance, it seemed every time I turned around there was some sort of disaster. Sam went missing. Again. And Paul and Jared always seemed so tense. Whether it was because they all hated Sam and hated him more for doing what he did, or there was something else. There was also the Cullens. I didn't really know what to do about them. I still had Emmett Cullen's phone number on my desk in my room and there just seemed to be something about them. It's not exactly like they're weird or creepy; they seemed exceptionally nice. It was just this sixth sense of a feeling that arose every time I saw them. Like a chill.
There was also the wolf. Every night I would look out my window and see this looming thing in the forest out back. It always seemed like it was angled towards my bedroom window. It was this dark, hairy, huge, mass of creature that just sat there and watched. I thought it was some sort of bear but my suspicions rose when one night I heard a desperate howl. It was full of emotion; sadness, quilt, anxiety, fear.
Then, there was Jared. I really hadn't talked to him since the dance, and I didn't fully understand what happened between us. I didn't know if we were a couple, or just close friends, or just a relationship in the works. I had always been close to Jared, so was that kiss just nothing to him? Argh. Why did love have to be so complicated?
I ultimately didn't know what to do.
"Emily, you need to clean this room! It is absolutely filthy!" I blocked out my father's cries about how I had dirty clothes strung over the floor and homework papers covering every inch of my bed. What's a teenage girl to do? It wasn't my fault my room was dirty, it was just life. And he didn't seem to understand that.
"I know, I'll clean it sometime over this weekend, ok? I've just been busy with-" He cut me off. Again.
"With Leah, yea, I know. And I understand that, hon. Really, I do. It's just your forgetting about your own responsibilities here. Leah's a big girl, she'll be fine." He smiled a reassuring smile but, again, he just didn't seem to understand. He seemed to think that Sam's absence in Leah's life would be ok. That everything would just go on the way it was. He was so wrong.
"You don't get it, Dad! Leah is not fine! She's hurt, she's upset, she's confused! She won't be fine for a long time! You just don't get it!" I looked him in the eyes and saw his shocked expression. I instantly regretted what I said.
"You're right, Em. I guess I don't understand," he sighed deeply before continuing, "I'll just give you some time to relax. You've seen pretty on edge lately." He chuckled humorlessly before walking over to my door. He stopped when his hand landed on the doorknob.
"Hey, Em, what's that?" He pointed over to my desk and squinted his eyes trying to see something more clearly. I sighed, not knowing what the hell he was talking about. I grumbled as I stood up.
"What are you talking about?" I walked up to him as he stood looking at my desk with his head cocked to the side.
"That. What is this? Who gave this to you?" He was having a hard time controlling his voice. He went up to my desk and held a small piece of paper up in his hand. With his tone of voice you would think he had seen drugs or something.
"Dad, I have no clue what your talking about! Let me see!" He shoved the paper into my hand.
"Who gave that to you? Did he? When did you see him? Why did you see him? Emily!?" He had questions flying out of his mouth so fast I could hardly figure them apart. I looked down. Oh, crap. It was Emmett Cullen's phone number.
"Slow down, Dad. Sheesh. It's nothing, really. Just a phone number." I rolled my eyes, hoping he'd let the subject quit.
"Emily. How the hell did you get his phone number? Is this why you're always out? Are you lying when you say you go to Leah's?! Are you really seeing ... seeing him?!?!" His voice was thunderous by now, which sent my mother bursting in the room and trying to calm my father down.
"Oh my God, Dad! It's nothing! We're, well, I don't even know if we're friends! We hardly know each other! We just met a few days ago! It's not like we've been seeing each other for a year!" My mother gasped and my father started shaking with anger. Oh God, what had I started?
"Emily, are you trying to tell me you're, no you can't mean it. Emily, are you having sex with this young man?" I gasped as my face filled with a deep red blush. How had we gone from talking about a phone number to my virginity!? My father was shaking even more visibly as he looked at the phone number.
"Well? Are you!?" His eyes went right to mine and I was frozen in shock. Talk about awkward.
"No! Oh my God! Sex! Dad! No! I can't believe you would think that! I hardly know the guy! My God! He gave Leah and I a ride home one night and he said if we-" My father stood up abruptly and gasped.
"He gave you a what!? Since when do you hitchhike? And why would you need his phone number? Emily! I want a more descriptive explanation than 'We hardly know each other', and 'He gave Leah and I a ride home'!" His face was bright red from anger as my mother looked at me shocked. Before I knew it, I had snatched the slip of paper from my father's hand and ran out the door, ignoring my father's yells.
I didn't really run that much. I kinda snatched my Dad's car keys and 'borrowed' the car. Oh, well. At least now he would get the message that I was pissed. I mean, sex? Sex! I hadn't even thought about doing that with anyone yet! And here he comes shouting that I've lost my virginity to some Emmett Cullen guy that I hardly know!
I didn't just steal, whoops, I mean 'borrow', my Dad's car, I also 'borrowed' his cell phone. I might have gotten ahead of myself back there, but there was no way I was going back just yet.
I had just passed the La Push welcome sign and I sighed. Why didn't I head south instead? I didn't really want to be here either.
I knew hiking usually cleared my mind, so I parked the car by a trail and started hiking. As I walked I took in the clean and earthly air that flowed around me. It was places like this that I felt so at ease. The greenness of it all was electrifying and the feelings of the damp earth squishing beneath my feet was peaceful. The sky was a bright blue that startled me deeply. I loved it.
I heard something to my right and turned to look. Yes, it seemed every good thing now had to be ruined by the presence of jerks, idiots, fathers, or something else. Just a few feet away stood Sam Uley.
"What do you want, Sam?" I spat out viciously as I turned to him. I hoped that my eyes were full of hate and anger. I couldn't stand talking to him right now. There was no way in hell that I was going to stop and listen. I kept walking at a slow pace, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. He shook lightly but then relaxed. It was clear he needed me to listen to whatever he was about to say.
"I need to talk to you, Emily. Please, I'm begging you." He cautiously walked closed to me and he looked so vulnerable. It broke my heart. Wait, what? Did I just really say that? No, I can't mean it. I don't feel that way about Sam. He continued coming closer to me until he was only about 6 inches away. The energy between us was startling. I had never felt anything like it before. It was like I was drawn to him.
"About what?" My voice shook as I spoke. No, things weren't allowed to go like this. I wasn't allowed to like him! He was Leah's!
"There's a reason I broke up with Leah, Emily. Please, just listen." No, I couldn't take this. I snatched my hand away, which I hadn't even noticed he'd been holding. He glared down to his now empty hand and looked back at me.
"If you have anything to say, you better say it quick. I don't have all day." I glared at him icily as I crossed my arms across my chest. He looked down at me with sad eyes, wait, when did he get so tall?
"I broke up with her because, well, Emily, I love you. I can't help it. I just do. I love everything about you. Your smile, your face, your personality, everything. Please, just give me a chance, Em. I'm begging you." Oh. My. God. He can't seriously mean that, can he? That jerk! Did her seriously believe I would just love him after he fed the same damn lies to Leah?!
For the second time in one week, I showed violence towards Sam Uley. I raised my hand back and slapped him right in the face. The bastard didn't even flinch. Not once.
"If you think, for just one second, that I will ever love you, Sam Uley, you are one hell of an idiot! How could I ever love you? You are a monster! A cruel beastly person who goes around feeding girls lies so they'll love you! I could never, ever, take even one second glance at you because of the crap you pull! I hate you, Sam! Don't ever talk to me again! Ever!" I looked at him to see him shaking in anger.
"You don't understand, Emily! Just let me explain!" I started walking away as he shouted out words to me. It didn't matter. Nothing he could say would make me change my mind.
"You did explain! I just can't love you! How could anyone?" I shouted back at him. Then, he did something so weird. He was in front of me in a flash. He grabbed my wrist and held me close. I tried to get away from him, but he wouldn't let me go.
"Don't say that, Em. Just don't." When I looked up his eyes were wild; out of control. His face was a mask of bitterness as he looked down at me with flaring nostrils. He was shaking so hard it felt like I was bouncing.
"Only my friends call me Em," I spat in his face. His eyes were dangerously dancing out of control. They were wild and not humanlike. More like beast. I could see the flames barely contained inside his eyes. They always say eyes are a window to a soul. If that was right, Sam Uley's soul was a tortured, hateful, cruel, crazed soul that was barely in control. I almost felt a pang of guiltiness but that dissolved when Sam crushed his lips to mine.
I shut down. This wasn't right, and I knew it. Here I was, kissing my best friend's ex boyfriend. I was a horrible person. I felt Sam's burning hot lips move against mine and I felt even more horrible when I thought of Jared. I would rather have him kissing me right now than this beast of a man. I tried to push him off but he resisted. Somewhere deep inside of me, I enjoyed it. It seemed like when our lips met there was an explosion of love and passion that couldn't be contained. I wanted more, and that thought alone made my stomach twist.
"Get off of me you pig!" I pushed him as hard as I could and he finally got the message. He was shaking even more visibly and I felt scared. He looked too wild. Like he was more animal than he was human. I couldn't help it. I turned around on pure instinct and ran. I heard Sam yell behind me. It wasn't a yell of pain, it was a yell of anger.
As I ran I grabbed my Dad's cell phone out of my pocket. I had never in my life been so scared. Nothing felt right. Not the tranquility of the forest, or the soft familiar ground beneath the soles of my feet. Along with the cell phone that I grabbed, I grabbed out the slip that contained Emmett Cullen's phone number. I sighed. I was probably closer to Forks than my house anyway. Plus, he said danger, right? And Emmett alone was big enough to take on Sam, so with the help of his two brothers, I could actually pull out of this ok. I heard panting behind me and whipped my head over my shoulder and screamed. A huge black wolf was running after me. Since when did we have wolves in La Push? And where had Sam gone?
I fumbled with the bulky phone for a few seconds before I finally got it on. I dialed as quickly as I could, too scared to know if I actually got the right number. Finally, I hit the Call button. A dial tone. Thank God. It rang several times before a husky masculine voice came on.
"Hello?" Emmett Cullen asked genuinely confused. Immediately I felt quilt and anger at myself. Why the hell would I ever call a complete stranger for help? I was such an idiot!
"Emmett? I'm sorry for calling but this is Emily Young," I panted out while trying to see behind me. At the sound of the name, the wolf snarled viciously. I screamed.
"Emily?! Emily! What's going on? What the hell was that?" He shouted into the phone but I was losing reception. I screamed again as the giant black wolf leaped over me and landed 5 feet away. He looked at me curiously before snarling as he heard the voice of Emmett shout on the other end of the phone. Where was Sam?
"Emily!" The glistening wolf looked at the phone angrily. There was no way Emmett Cullen could get here in time. I was going to die.
"The wolf," I whispered into the phone as the coal black wolf pounced at me. In a way, I was glad I was going to die by the hands of something so beautiful and graceful. This giant wolf had the most softest fur in the world and his face was so peaceful and kind. I couldn't believe something so amazing could do something so horrendous.
As the wolf leaped on me, I dropped the phone from the impact. I could hear muffled screams and shouting from it but I was in too much of a daze to understand what Emmett was screaming. The wolf snarled and bit at my face as I lay there unmoving on the cold, damp floor. I had never intended to die so quickly.
I remembered all of the people in my life as the wolf clawed at me. Mom. Dad. Leah. Uncle Harry. Jared. A tear escaped my eye as I remembered the last moment of me my parents would have was fighting with me about Emmett Cullen. They wouldn't remember me as the lively, giving, young girl I was. They would think of me as the slutty, bitchy, daughter that I had been in the last few minutes they saw me. A sob escaped my already mangled lips as I thought of Jared. I loved him. I came to that startling realization as the last ounce of my life slipped out of my grasp.
I drifted away.
- The Meeting
- New Group on the Block Part One
- New Group on the Block Part Two
- A Friend In Need
- Window To Your Soul Part One
- Window To Your Soul Part Two
- Window To Your Soul Part Three
- Betrayed Kisses
- Water Runs Deep
- Full Circle
- Three's The Magic Number Part One
- Three's The Magic Number Part Two
- Three's The Magic Number Part Three
- Wild Eyes
- Fights We Never End
- Forever Goodbye
- Calm Before The Storm
- After All This Time
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