In Eclipse we found out that Embry's dad was from La Push. What we didn't find out was who exactly it was. Who cheated? Or was there really no cheating at all and just wrong assumptions? What exactly did happen before Embry? The teen rating is for stuff that may or may not come in the future. I'm not totally sure yet what future chapters are going to hold. I'm just being safe. Disclaimer:All the characters from the Twilight series belong to Stephenie Meyer. Not me. Too bad though. It would be so awesome if I owned them. But I don't. Sucks for me.
I was really curious about Embry and his dad and stuff after I read that part in Eclipse, so, just like Stephenie, I decided to write and find out what exactly happened.
3. You're Married?!
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After about five minutes, he pushed me off of him.
“Stop,” he said.
I didn’t fight him. This was a bit crazy. I didn’t even know this guy’s name, and we’d already had sex. I saw him check the clock on the bedside table.
“Oh, God,” he exclaimed. He got up off the bed and put his clothes back on. “I can’t believe I just did that. God!” he exclaimed again. “I’m really sorry about that,” he said to me. “I have to go. Oh, Sarah! Sarah doesn’t deserve that. I can’t believe I just did that to Sarah!”
“Who’s Sarah?” I asked. I was really confused now. So he’d had sex with a total stranger. We could both just pretend it never happened and go on with our lives. It’s not like he’d just lost his virginity with me or anything. I hope he hadn’t. He was a grown man for heaven’s sake!
This caught me of guard. “Your what?” I nearly shouted.
“I know. I know.”
“You’re married?” I exclaimed. I had just had sex with a married man? Now I knew why he was so worked up over this.
“I know. I know,” he said again. “I made a huge mistake.”
“Yeah! I can’t believe I just had sex with you, and you’re married!” This was way too much to handle. My head still hurt, and I was starting to feel sick from all of those beers and pills.
“Can you keep it down, please?” he asked. “There are still people out there.”
I leaned back against the headboard for support. I suddenly felt very weak. “What’s going to happen?” I asked him.
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going to happen. I’m going to go back out there- to my wife- and go on with my life. You are, too. Nothing ever happened between us. We’re still two strangers,” he said.
So it was going to be just how I planned for it to be before I found out he was married. We were going to be strangers. That reminded me. “Who are you?”
“I assume you know who I am- Maggie. Who are you? What’s you’re name?” He didn’t answer right away. He seemed to be thinking about whether or not to tell me. “I won’t tell anyone what happened. I promise. I just want to know.”
“My name’s Billy. Billy Black,” he told me timidly after a few more seconds had passed.
“Okay. Now we can go out and act as if nothing happened, like you said. We’re two people who had a two minute conversation like I’ve had with everyone else here tonight.”
“Okay.” He headed for the door, then paused with his hand on the knob. “Come out a few minutes after me so people won’t suspect anything,” he told me.
“That’s what I was planning on doing.” He walked out after I agreed.
I laid in bed for about a minute more, getting my thoughts together. I never dreamt this would ever happen to me- sleeping with a married man. I always thought those kind of women were so stupid. ‘Oh, I just couldn’t help it.’ ‘We were so in love.’ ‘He said he was going to leave his wife.’ I always laughed at those excuses. I guess not all of those women were like that. ‘I didn’t know he was married.’ I used to laugh at that one, too. Now it didn’t seem so ridiculous.
I really hoped this wouldn’t affect our lives. His marriage. Why should it? No one was going to find out. I wasn’t going to say anything, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to either. He was the one with the wife, and possibly a family, on the line if anyone found out. He wouldn’t ever risk telling anyone. He had too much at stake. There was nothing for me to be worried about.
It was a mistake. A huge mistake, like he had said. Everyone makes mistakes. I would have to go to confession on Sunday. Oh no, then the priest would know. Maybe I would go to confession in Forks, or maybe Port Angeles, if I had to. Forks seemed too close to La Push. The priest there might know Billy, or someone who knew Billy. He couldn’t risk anyone finding out.
When I had everything settled in my mind and was ready to go back out to the horrible party, I got up out of the bed and yanked my clothes back on. Then I walked out of the room, down the hallway, and back into the living room. It seemed like the party was dying down. Like there were less people. It wasn’t as crowded in the little room as it had been before. That made it easier to find Sue.
“Hi Sue. Thanks for the party, but I think I’m going to get heading home now.”
“Oh, already?” she asked.
“Yeah. I’m not feeling so well,” I told her.
“Oh, that’s too bad. I hope you had a nice time. And I hope you feel better soon.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you around,” I told her.
“Yes, I’ll see you.”
“Bye,” she said.
On my way to the door, I saw Billy. He had his arm wrapped around a woman. She must be Sarah. I think I had talked to her earlier this evening. I wondered if anyone else noticed how tense Billy looked. Maybe he just looked more tense to me because I knew the reason he would have to be tense. Hopefully he could act calm around everyone, or else people would start suspecting things.
I reached the door and quickly walked out. The fresh air on my face made me feel 5 times better. I quickly made my way to my car, got in, and started driving.