Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Chapter 25 is out!!!
We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!
21. Irony hurts
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Two policemen were standing on Embry’s porch, staring at me.
My hands started to shake and I felt my stomach flip around uncomfortably. I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry.
“Are you Mashaal Hashmi?” The cop who we met the other day asked. I nodded weakly, not even able to think of a lie.
“We have evidence saying that you are a runaway. Is this true?” He asked calmly, probably trying not to freak me out. Well, he doesn’t have to try anything. Just the fact that he was wearing a police suit and was planning to haul me away scared me out of my wits.
“Well, I’m not exactly a runaway…” I began. Before I could say more, Embry had walked over to where I was standing and put his arm around my shoulders.
“Listen officers, Mashaal is very tired at the moment. How about you and I talk this out. I’m sure we can come to an understanding,” he said smoothly.
“Sure, Embry. I just want her to be safe, and her parents need to be notified,” the officer said. My eyes widened and I looked at Embry in panic.
“Please, sit down, make yourselves at home.” Embry smiled at them. While the officers sat down, Embry pulled me back into the bedroom and my hysteria began.
“Embry, don’t let them take me away! Oh my gosh, I can’t go back home! My parents are going to kill me, and what if I don’t ever see you again? I’ll just die or something---”
“Mashaal!” Embry interrupted me, holding my face in between his large, warm hands. “Calm down…listen to me. Everything is going to be just fine. No one will take you away from me, I swear. Let me just talk to them, and Paul and Sam are about to come over too, ok?”
“Ok…” I mumbled. He smiled slightly and gave me a quick kiss before leaving and closing the door behind him. I sighed and flopped down on the bed, sitting cross-legged and letting my hair fall around my face.
A teardrop streamed down my face, trickling off the tip of my nose and falling into my hands that were in my lap. After that tear, they all came flowing down, and I was unable to stop them. I just kept thinking about how much my life would absolutely suck without him, and my perfect life here. I knew it! This was all too perfect to last…now what would I do?
I heard whisperings behind the door, and I knew that Paul had arrived also. I wondered what Embry and Paul, or even Sam could possibly do. I hadn’t even thought about the whole breaking-the-law-thing when I had run from my house to Washington. All I had thought about was Abby and Embry, and how much they needed me here. And now I was going to be punished for that? How in the world was that possibly fair?
Sobs racked my body, and I sniffled until I could barely breathe any longer. I heard the door open again, and I looked up, seeing Abby come in the room. She walked up to me and gave me a huge hug which brought on more of my tears.
“Oh, Mashaal,” she said as she tried to wipe away my tears. “Everything is going to be ok, don’t worry about it. What’s the worse that could come of this?”
If it hadn’t been me, and if this wasn’t really my problem, I would have laughed out loud at that.
“They could send me away, I would have to go back home. I would have to leave Embry, you, and everything.” I hiccupped, followed by more tears.
“If they do, you can just runaway again. I don’t think anything will keep you and Embry apart,” she said, trying to make me feel better. It was a futile attempt, I knew, but it was still wonderful for her to try.
"Except for the police officers in the other room, and if my parents found out I was with a boy, they would…" I tried to find the right words. “Kill me, and probably castrate and slap a restraining order on Embry."
She laughed slightly, but it didn’t help me very much. She gave me another hug which I gratefully received and tried not to ruin her shirt…actually, I think it was Paul’s sweatshirt, but I shouldn’t talk, wearing Embry’s shirt and boxers, now should I?
“Nothing is going to happen. Go wash your face and we’ll talk some more,” she smiled calmly. That’s what I loved about Abby. As crazy and random as she could be, she still always managed to calm me down and minimize my freak-outs. I slowly made my way over to the bathroom, still shaky from all the crying I had done.
I splashed the cool water on my face, looking into the mirror. I was a mess. My face was flushed and my hair…oh my gosh. I had sex hair! I tried to brush through it with my fingers, but it still looked suspicious. Gosh, what must those police officers think of me? Wearing a boy’s t-shirt and boxers, with sex hair and I’m a runaway…
I turned the faucet off and toweled my face. Opening the door, I walked back into the bedroom, seeing Abby pick up something off the floor. When the sun glinted off of what she held, my heart did another freak-out. CRAP! She gasped and looked up at me, her jaw falling.
She put on a I-can’t-believe-you’d-do-that-we-are-so-going-to-talk-about-this face, and crossed her arms, staring at me.
“Mashaal, why the hell would you be needing a condom?” She asked, her voice quick.
“Well…I…it’s not like…you know, you haven’t…you see…I…” I stuttered, trying to think of someway to put it. I felt my face heat up, and I was biting my lip.
“Are you planning to make sense anytime soon?” She raised an eyebrow, and I think I saw the ghost of a smirk hovering on her lips before she became serious again.
“Yeah…um…I’m just gonna shut up now.” I squeaked, looking away. Suddenly, she just started howling in laughter! I glared at her, but I was unable to stop the giggles that came after that.
“Mashaal, I can't believe you and Embry…” She trailed off, still giggling, “and here I always thought you were the goody two shoes in our group.”
“Thanks, Abby." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. I never liked it when she called me goody two shoes, but I guess I kind of was. She flopped down on the bed and grinned at me.
“Okay, I want to hear all the details. Oh, and by the way, nice sex hair.”
I blushed, crawling onto the bed next to her and grabbing a pillow. I put it in my lap and rested my head on top of it, trying to relax.
“Story time?" She asked, pouting slightly. She was trying to distract me.
“Fine, I'll tell you,” I replied.
“Yeah! I love stories,” She clapped her hands in fake excitement and I smacked her with the pillow.
“Are you going to listen?” I asked.
“Yes, I'm listening,” she tittered.
“Well…” I started, but then burst out into a fit of giggles, unable to talk.
“What? Come on tell me!” She was curious to find out what I was giggling about.
“We kinda...you know..." I blushed again.
“You did it, I got that part." She interrupted without my notice.
“Did it,” I finished as she was talking. I glared at her.
“I want the details," she said, ignoring my glare.
“Abby, no interrupting!" I scolded. I was excited and she was not helping!
“Sorry, I'll try to be good,” she whined.
“Good,” I replied.
She put on a show of locking her lips and throwing away the key and I resisted more giggles. When I was sure she would be quiet, I continued.
“Ok, well… we came home from the fern gallery,” I started, my mind returning to that blissful time.
“What's that?" Abby interrupted. She can’t stay quiet for more than 10 seconds, can she?
“Oh, um it was this store in Forks that sold flowers and gifts and stuff. It was so adorable."
“And we came back with flowers that he bought me, and we were making up goofy nicknames
and then suddenly, he pulled me in for a kiss, right?" I said, probably sounding like some sort of vixen.
“Yes, go on."
“No interrupting!" I whacked her with the pillow again, but she blocked it with her good hand. “Right, and then...I dunno...I felt something..." She trailed off thinking of the right words.
“His hands in your pants?" She murmured before I could finish.
“It was like...I was ready for it. For him." I continued, and then I realized what she had whispered. "WHAT THE HECK?! Abby! Shut up for a sec!"
“Okay, I'm shutting up,” I saw a bit of truth in her eyes so I continued again.
“Good, now, I was saying.…” I tried to remember what I was talking about and where I was in the story. “Um...what was I saying?” Abby laughed at me, seeing my confused expression. “Oh oh oh, yeah, I was ready for him! And I was like ‘come on lover boy, let's go to bed.’ And he was like all confused, and to prove my point, I kind of pulled at his belt loop and winked at him.”
“You're such a tease, Mashaal,” she seemed utterly surprised, and I had to admit---so was I. I was never one to partake in such scandalous things.
“I'm not a tease; I was trying to make him understand what I wanted,” I explained.
“And what did you want?" She asked wickedly.
“Well, you know...I wanted...him,” I stuttered, trying not to sound dirty.
“Don't worry, I know what you mean,” she said, letting it go. I smiled and patted her hand. She would most likely torment me later, but that was ok with me.
“Ok, good, Hmm...And then, after we… you know...did it...we were talking and stuff, he made this funny joke about the cigarette after,” I giggled. I remembered the look on his face and felt all fluttery inside. God, I loved him.
“God, boys soooo know how to be romantic, not,” she said. She might have been sarcastic, but I can never really tell with Abby.
“I know, right? I was like, what? And he was like, never mind.” I loved being able to talk about this with someone. “And then, I told him to shut up and kiss me..."
“That is so cute,” she replied.
“I know, he is adorable and you know what else?” I remembered what I had been thinking about when I just woke up.
“What?” she asked. I tried to sum up my feelings into words, and Abby became impatient. “Mashaal, don’t keep me waiting."
“I thought I would feel...I dunno... dirty or something afterwards," I confessed, even though Abby snorted in laughter. “But I just felt...amazingly sweet and happy and blissful."
“Cause you love him,” she whispered, coming to a strong realization. Just the words themselves coursed through me, and my stomach relaxed. I had seriously fallen for him. I loved him so truly, so deeply.
“I guess...yeah I do,” I started to giggle again, and they became uncontrollable. “I dunno. Aaahh, I can't believe I actually did IT!”
"You’re no more innocent then I am. I never thought the day would come,” she shook her head in mock disappointment.
“Geez, Abby!” I sighed, watching her shrug unabashed. “So... do you think they're going to make me come home?" My eyes stung and my throat constricted. I wasn’t distracted for long, was I?
“I don’t know Mashaal, I really don’t know…” Abby sighed.
A low knock hit the wooden door and we both turned to see the door open. Embry came in, looking exhausted and very melancholy.
“What did they say?” I asked, panicking again. The look on his face scared me, as if he were defeated.
“Get dressed; they want to take you down town into protective custody,” he said, chocking on the words. It almost broke my heart to hear him like that.
"But, but, but... seriously?" I stuttered, about to cry again.
“Mashaal, it’ll be okay. I’ll come with you,” Abby said, laying her hand on my knee. She looked me in the eyes and held out her pinky. I took it, for it was the most sacred promise she could have ever given me.
Embry left, looking away from me. My heart squeezed and I felt tears come back into my eyes. I could only imagine the pain that he was going through, because I was going through the same thing.
“Ok,” I replied, sniffling.
“Get dressed; I’ll meet you in the living room.” Abby stood up.
“Ok… wait, what am I supposed to wear? I don’t have any clothes left!"
“You only packed three days of clothes? You are new at running away!” She sighed.
“Um, duh,” I replied, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Did I look like someone that ran away all the time?
“Just grab a dirty pair of jeans and one of Embry’s shirts.”
“Eww! Dirty? That’s gross,” I grimaced. Hello, did everyone forget about germs and bacteria?
“Come on, it’s not like you have any clean clothes left! You can wear jeans a good 4 times before washing them if necessary.”
“EWW, seriously? Since when?”
“Okay, 2-3 is maximum, but if you’re desperate, you can pull off four.” I had already wore the jeans twice, so I guess once more wouldn’t kill me.
“Okay,” I sighed. I watched as she shook her head and left the room, closing the door behind her. The second the door closed, the silence and loneliness of the room crashed down on me. I looked around the room, where the posters on Embry’s walls seemed to mock me. They told me that I would soon enough be taken away from all the warmth and love that seemed to envelope this room.
I wiped away tears and slowly stood, knowing that they would be waiting for me outside. I pulled out my scruffy jeans and winced as I slid it over my legs. The wrinkles were annoying, but I ignored them as I pulled out a t-shirt from Embry’s drawer. I smiled slightly as I saw that it was a Flogging Molly bad t-shirt and pulled it on. I checked in the mirror and grimaced as I saw how red and puffy my face looked, along with the piling mess that was my hair.
When I opened the door, I put on a strong face for Embry, so he wouldn’t be too hurt to see me cry. The police officers stood up and looked at me with concern which made me a bit less anxious.
“Ma’am, would you come with us to the downtown station?” The older police man asked. He looked kind and generally worried, so I nodded. Abby walked up to me and took my hand.
“I’m coming with her,” she said confidently. I was so happy to have a good friend like her, because her confidence made me stronger than she ever knew. The younger cop was about to object, but the older one stopped him with a silencing look.
The police officers started to walk out, so I followed them. Paul stopped Abby so I let go of her hand so she could talk to him. While I was walking on the dewy morning grass of Embry’s front lawn, I gave a glance back at his adorable house. God, I hoped I could come back. Embry was sitting on the hood of his car, staring at me.
I slightly waved at him and he gave me a little smile. I love you, I mouthed at him. He gave a little nod and I slid into the leather backseat of the police car. Abby came then, and the younger cop shut the door with a thud behind her. I couldn’t help but feel anxious as I stared at the screen that divided the front of the car from the back. I felt like I was in one of those cop shows and I was going to prison or something. I held Abby’s hand for support and squeezed.
A light drizzle started as we drove away from Embry’s house and I took deep breaths to help me from crying. I looked out as the rain splashed into tiny crystals against the police car’s window. After a few moments, I closed my eyes and Embry’s face came flooding back to mind, and I had to blink away more tears. I’d die if I had to leave my paradise.
I opened my eyes as the car stopped in front of a red and white brick building that had a cheap sign that said The Forks Police Station. I had only gone inside a Police Station once in my life, when I got into a car accident and had to plead my case. It hadn’t been my fault, and I was still scared about going in there.
This time, it was all my fault as we entered the building. Abby squeezed my hand and I gratefully took a deep breath. The place smelled like coffee and paper, two of my favorite things…how ironic. While passing a few old desks, several officers stared at us. I felt like a horrible delinquent as we stopped in front of an office door.
The office apparently belonged to Chief Charlie Swan, which I could assume as the older cop, because he led us in. The younger cop left, closing the door behind us. I pushed my hair away from my face and saw that there were two cheap chairs and a wooden desk that was strewn with papers. An old desk lamp flickered over the outdated computer.
When we drew out the chairs, a squeaking sound made me wince and I sat down slowly. The Chief pushed a button on the machine and waited as the screen flashed on.
“I just have to find your profile, Miss.”
I cringed. Nothing could seriously hurt as much as seeing a runaway profile under my name. When he found it, he clicked on it and my most recently taken picture came up. It was the picture they took of me when I got my editorship at my school newspaper. Again, how ironic.
“Are you from Dallas, Texas?” The Chief asked me.
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“And was there a particular reason you ran away from home? Maybe your parents, or someone was bothering you?” He asked kindly.
“No…I ran away because my friend needed help, and my parents would never have let me come.”
“Ms. Hashmi, running away from the people who love you is not the answer. We’re going to have to notify them that you are safe and they can come pick you up here.”
“Wait, maybe we can---”
“What is this?” He interrupted me. I looked back at the screen and my eyes widened. I was now staring at Abby’s smiling face as she hung from a tree branch in her backyard.
“Abby Beerman?” He announced, staring at the name and then looking at Abby. She was staring out the window, oblivious to our conversation. She turned, and looked back at the Chief.
“Abby Beerman?” He asked. She nodded. “From Caldwell, New Jersey?” She nodded again, looking confused.
Suddenly, she sat up, as if jolted by electricity.
“That can’t be,” she whispered. I squeezed her hand.
“It says here, that you were reported missing the day after Ms. Hashmi was. Now, normally the protocol is for us to contact the parents first, but I will let you girls have the option of calling home first. The choice is up to you.”
We both nodded our heads, agreeing to call home by ourselves. My parents might appreciate it if I would call rather than a police chief. Abby must have been terrified also, because my hands weren’t the only ones shaking.
The chief stood up. “One of you can use the phone in here, and there is another phone in the conference room. This way you can have some privacy.”
Abby stood up before I could, giving my hand a last squeeze before leaving the room. With trembling hands, I picked up the green phone that sat on his desk, and put it next to my ear. I decided to call the house number, where someone might pick up instead of parent’s cells if they were at work or something.
I bit down on my thumbnail as the ringing started to give me headache.
“Hello?” A tired voice asked.
“Mom?” I asked, my voice cracking.
“Oh God, Mashaal?!” My mom shrieked. I instantly heard yelling in the background, distinctly recognizing other family member’s voices.
“Yeah,” I muttered.
“Are you ok? Where are you? Are you hurt?” Her worried voice asked. I winced and started to answer.
I winced as the phone slammed down on the other line, and I sighed. My voice was hoarse from the screaming and tears were blinding me. My parents were apparently catching the first plane out here, and going to teach me a real lesson. My mom had been heartbroken when she heard I was staying over at a guy’s house, and even more shaken when I told her that my best friend was pregnant.
How could you do this to your parents? What have we ever done to deserve a spoiled brat like you? Where did I go wrong in my parenting? Hmm, let’s see mom, maybe it was the fact that you let me never out of the house, or maybe that you would fight with dad when I did well, or bad, or fine, or was sick, or anything. That’s all I ever remembered in my house. Fighting, yelling, screaming, and crying.
Her words rang in my ears, and I blocked them out with thoughts of how my dad would maybe be a little more supportive. He usually was. He may be disappointed, but at least he would understand where I was coming from. He had gotten my mom pregnant and they had eloped…ironic again.
I dropped my head onto the wooden desk and beat it once or twice.
“Are you alright, Mashaal?” The Chief asked. “What did your parents say?”
I looked up and smiled slightly.
“They’re just worried. They’re coming tonight. I really don’t want to go home…let’s see if I can convince them to let me stay,” I sighed.
“Well…if there is anything I can do to help…”
“Nope…I’m going to have to shoulder this one on my own. They’re good parents, they just…shouldn’t be together. They should get a divorce or something. The only reason they’re together is because of my little brothers.”
“Listen…” The Chief sat down next to me. “I had a daughter. You kind of remind me of her. All teenage girls do. She was smart, and beautiful…she made my life worth living. When she was…taken away from me…I was in the pit of despair. I know what it feels like to be the parent whose child is missing. Bella wasn’t missing in the pretense of what you are, but she was…gone forever. I still miss her, and your parents will always miss you. Maybe you could explain to them in a way that won’t hurt them?”
I looked into his face…this tired, grieving older man and felt a rekindling hope. I gave him a hug in which he stayed stiff. He patted me on the back and I sniffled again.
“I’ll try that. I do love them, and I just want them to understand me and my feelings. Thank you Chief Swan.”
“Oh well, your welcome,” he blushed slightly. I smiled a bit and sighed.
“Can I go home?” I asked.
“Sure, if your parents know where that is,” he smiled. I nodded and stood up, brushing my hair back again.
Walking out, I took a right to where I saw Abby’s back behind the glass window of the conference room. I opened the door and gasped as I saw her sobbing. She looked up and hurried over to her, wrapping my arms around her slim, shaking figure. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she spoke.
“They don’t want me,” she whispered. I bit my lip and helped her stand up. I knew Paul would be a better help to her right now than I could be. I guided her out of the office and to where I saw Paul and Embry stood anxiously next to the younger looking cop. I helped Abby lean against a wall and ran over to them, getting them to turn around.
“Mashaal, are you ok?” Embry asked.
“Where’s Abby?” Paul asked.
“Right there, she’s really distraught. Help her,” I told him, pointing to her. He ran over and caught her just as she was falling. Embry’s arm came around my waist and his concerned face scanned over me.
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” I said, smiling for his benefit. I think he could see through it, so I turned to the other cop.
“The Chief said we could go home,” I said to him. He nodded and handed me something. I looked down and saw a business card. I looked up, slightly confused.
“In case these two give you girls any trouble,” he whispered, glancing at Embry, who then rolled his eyes.
“I’ll give you trouble,” Embry back-talked.
“Embry!” I reprimanded. He smirked and looked away.
“Hey, I’m going to take her to the car,” Paul said as he carried Abby out into the fresh air. Embry put his fingers under my chin and I looked up at him.
“I’m going to need you to do something for me,” he said.
“Yes?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Please don’t leave me.”
- The start
- Fun and games
- His perfect heat
- In trouble
- Tears and caffeine
- All together Now!!!
- His car is so hot!
- Foot prints in the sand
- Firsts and Legends
- Bonfire stories
- Sterile and White
- Fears and Hospitals
- Old coffee
- Close encounters
- Solving problems
- Pizza with a Side of Christ
- Pizza, Yelling, & Nicknames
- It was all too good to last
- Morning Memories
- Stories dont always end with Happily ever after
- Irony hurts
- Make Peace with an empty town
- Comin' Clean
- White Lace
- Wedding Accomplisments
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