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A History of Love

banner by CoCo786@TDA Photobucket After the death of their family, Mallory and her younger sister Audrey move to La Push where Mallory has gained as job as the reservation school history teacher. And that is when she meets Embry Call who somehow seems to tear her inside out and make it feel right.


1. The Arrival.

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I sighed heavily as I looked out of the car window. My vision was pretty limited now that I had turned off the cars headlights. It was dark outside, and it was raining. I could only just see the outline of the little white house.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to look at the back-seat. Audrey was slumped in her seat, asleep. Understandably, the trip here had been long. I pulled up the hood of my hoodie and got out of the car. I picked up Audrey, and cradled her against my chest as I walked up to the front door. At six she was really starting to get to big to carry around, but I didn't care. She'd been through a lot lately. I wasn't about to tell her I wasn't going to carry her any more.

I unlocked the door and we entered our new home for the first time.

I guess it seemed that the pair of us were going to stand out here in La Push, where everyone were native American. Not so with myself and Audrey. Both of us were fairly pale, had ginger curls, and blue eyes.

Our connection to La Push? Our father, Joshua. He was half-quilleutte and from La Push. Our mother and he had met while at college in New York, and then moved back to England where they had had four kids. I was the eldest, Audrey was the youngest. This little white house had been Joshua's mothers, and he had inherited it after her death.

So why were Audrey and I on our own in this little house, miles and miles away from the life we had always known? Joshua had inherited the house after his mother's death. We inherited it after his. Joshua, our father, our mother, and our other two sisters. They were all gone, dead. A car accident. I, at 24 was suddenly alone in the world with a six year old to look after.

I guess we were in luck in a way. I had recently finished college in England, studying history and education. We had the house in La Push, we had enough money from our parents to get by for the first year if we scrimped and saved, and lo and behold, the reservation school needed a new history teacher.

I would probably have sung hallelujah if it wasn't because I was still heartbroken over my family's death. An air of sorrow hung around me and Audrey like a constant cloud. But I was determined for the pair of us to get a good start in La Push. We would become happy here. Somehow, I promised myself as I tucked Audrey into bed. We were going to be ecstatic if I had anything to do with it.

I woke up early the next morning and made pancakes for myself and Audrey. It was a treat. Something to celebrate our new home. I plunked the CD player on the kitchen counter, and Audrey and I danced wildly to Good Charlotte while I cooked. We were laughing so hard by the time we were done. I was wearing a black t-shirt, track bottoms and thick woolly socks while Audrey was still in here nighties, covered in little pink unicorns. Added to that, we were covered in splodges of pancake mix, and melted chocolate from when we had decided to add chocolate chips to our pancakes (we failed spectacularly).

That was when the door bell rang.

We both stopped laughing, and looked at each other in horror. We were a mess. But we couldn't just ignore our neighbours either. So it was nervously that I opened the door. Audrey clung shyly to my track bottoms, peaking out at who ever was at the door.

We were met by a kindly looking woman, obviously native American.

“I assume your Mallory Driscoll. The new history teacher.” She said, looking at the both of us with a wide smile.

I laughed. Trust news like that to spread fast on a small reservation like this.

“Yes I am, nice to meet you.” I said, holding out my hand. She took it, and gave me a firm handshake.

“Sandy Call. I'm your neighbour. I must admit, I didn't expect you to be so young. Or to have a kid.”

I blushed crimson. “Oh, this is Audrey. She's my little sister, but I'm her guardian.” I said quickly, placing my head protectively on the top of Audrey's ginger curls.

Behind her stood a tall man. He stuck out his hand with a small hint of a smile in the curl of his lips.

“I'm Embry Call.”

And that, was when I fell in love for the first time in my life.