(A/N) Ok so this is a story about a girl named Vanessa Skye. She is Embry's best friend and always has been. They grew up together as babies and are extremely close. Basically this is a chapter about Embry's point of view on her. This is only a little bit of what the story is going to be about so it is kinda of like a prologue. This story will be in parts. Part I is Embry's point of view. Part II is Vanessa's.
Disclaimer: I do not own Embry, Paul, or any twilight related things. These all belong to the wonderful amazing fantastical Stephenie Meyer. Enjoy!
Broken Promises-New Order
"Embry?" Nessa asked me.
We were just out on first beach lying down looking up at all the stars bright in the sky after my birthday party. So unusual since La Push is usually foggy.
"Hmm?" I asked, still looking up at the lights reflecting the ocean from the bonfire down the beach.
"I was just wondering if, um, will you be sad if I ever died?" she asked, shifting her weight towards me.
I leaned on my side and propped up my head with my right elbow, looking at her. "Why do you ask Ness, are you planning on dying anytime soon?" I mused.
"Well, no. I was just, you know, wondering," she explained.
"Yes. I would probably be one of the saddest guys in the world if you ever died. You're my best friend Ness, and the only one I've got left. Well, beside my mom, but let's face it we're not that close," I said, staring into her deep sapphire eyes.
"Oh. In that case don't worry Emb. I will always be here for you. I'll never leave you no matter what. We will always be best friends forever, I promise," she pronounced, sticking out her pinky to seal the deal.
I held mine out and intertwined it with her cold finger. "Forever," I agreed.
After that conversation with Nessa I really thought what my life would be like without her. I would probably be very depressed as I told her. She is the only person I have left in my life. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost her, nor do I plan on finding out. But I do know I would give up everything and anything, even my life, for her. It's just what best friends do.
Over the next month my life was pretty good. My grades were okay, my mom actually came home and cooked me dinner—though I was blowing chunks up the next day—and this guy I used to be friends with, Jacob Black, finally started hanging out with me and Quil again. Jacob was really cool, we actually use to be best friends back in grade school. Then when his mom passed away about 2 years ago he just secluded himself from everyone.
I really like Jacob too, but he still worries me sometime. Like a lot of the time we would hang out I would always bring Nessa along and Jacob kept hitting on her, though she was completely oblivious to this. I think she knew that he liked her but decided to just ignore it. I don't know why I would always get so mad when he did that. I just felt as though I had to protect her, but that's not it, I would always get this weird feeling inside me when he did that. I talked to Quil about this, other than Nessa, he was my best friend. I could talk to him about all the guy stuff. He said that it was just natural. I mean I have known Ness all my life and I have such a strong bond with her so I guess it is natural in a way to feel protective of her, but am I jealous?
Quil thinks I am, but am I really? Sure, I love Ness, but am I in love with her? Honestly, I don't even know I'm so confused right now. All I know is Jake pisses me off so much when he starts flirting with her. Oh! Especially that stupid guy in our class, Josh, ugh he asks Nessa out like every single day. Luckily, though, her parents won't let her date until we start high school after this summer. So until then I shouldn't worry, but what happens when we go into high school? Then will her parents let her date Josh? Will she even want to date him? And why do I care if she dates him? Nessa isn't mine, I'm not even sure I like her as more than a friend. But what if I do? Ugh!
I'm just going to stop thinking about this. I love Nessa as a friend, no a sister, that's it! Anyways everything was going good. I was outside running back from first beach, like I always do when I go jogging on Saturday mornings, and then I saw her. She was covered in mud and her jeans were torn. On top of all this, she had a long cut extending from the tip of her ear to the bottom of her chin, but all of this is not what shocked me. I already knew why she had dirt on her and probably the cut too, Nessa is known to be one of the biggest klutz I know so it's no surprise she fell on the way here. But none of that mattered I loved that little imperfection she had. What really got my attention is that she was crying.
In all my years of knowing her one thing I knew for sure is that she never cries. Sure she has a rough life, but still it's not too bad. She's never sad even when her parents are always gone traveling. She didn't cry when her big brother Paul ran away. Even when her sister, Laura, left for college and never called or came to visit since then they haven't even seen her. Even through all of this I haven't even seen her shed a tear or even frown. She always gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, plus she is always grateful and never takes anything for granted.
She wouldn't even get mad when those horrible girls in our class called her names that she didn't deserve. They always called her a slut because she only hangs out with me, Jake, or Quil. Though we tell them it's not true they don't care, anything to make her feel bad. I always feel so helpless when this happens. It's because of us that she is being called those names. I feel extremely guilty too and I'm mostly pissed off that they do that to her. Oh god! The guys too! They always hit on her cause they think they're going to get some from her. The guys I just start fights with, sure I get my butt kicked sometimes but no one calls Nessa a whore and gets away with it.
With the girls I just tell then to shut their ugly mouths. All the things they call her are so untrue it's unbelievable. I mean really, she hasn't even had her first kiss yet let alone go all the way with someone. Though through all this I know they just say things because everyone in La Push, heck everyone stretching to Port Angeles, knows that Vanessa Skye is the most beautiful girl in La Push. Even Leah Clearwater can't compare to her.
Her big, dark, sapphire blue eyes, dark chocolate colored hair with gold highlights hanging in ringlets to her waist, her perfect angular nose, her slightly pouty lips—the top one slightly smaller than the bottom—her perfectly curved eyebrows knitting together when she's thinking, her extremely long black as coal eyelashes, the dimples on her cheeks when she laughs or frowns, her light skin barely tan though very clear, her body slim with the perfect curves, and lastly that little pink scar right above her left eyebrow that you could only tell was there when you really studied her close.
Nonetheless, she never once flaunted her perfection of beauty; she didn't even care about it. So she never really cared what people thought of her, but oh boy did it bother me. I tried to stick up for her, but she would just look up at me and smile.
She'd say, "It doesn't matter what other people think Emb. You, and I, we know the truth."
She is without a doubt the most amazing person I know. Even through all of this, she never once frowned or got upset or even sad she would just smile and forgive everyone. The only time I've ever even seen her shed a tear of sadness is when her grandfather died. Her grandpa was one of the elders, but to the kids of the La Push he was just another kid, he was everyone's friend. For me he was like the dad I never had. He was not like many grandpas. He could be a teenager if he wanted. He could care less of what you do or what you have done he won't judge you. This is why I liked him so much he would never judge me like everyone else would, he was just kind to all of us and fun.
I was going to Nessa's house one time on a Sunday afternoon to see if she wanted to go to the beach with me and that's when I found out. I let myself in like always and went upstairs to her room. I tried to be really quiet to scare her so I went into her bedroom but stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw. She was sitting by her bed on the floor when I saw her. I wouldn't have known she was crying but she was holding a picture frame and it had tear spots on it. When she lifted her head to meet my eyes I almost collapsed. She had silent tears streaming down her cheeks and her hair was sticking to the side of her face. That memory of her will always stay imbedded in my mind forever, it broke my heart into a million pieces.
I went over to her and wrapped her into a tight embrace. She laid her forehead onto my chest and started to sob quietly. I asked her what was wrong and she told me in broken gasps how her grandpa was in a fatal car accident and he didn't make it through. She said that she just got the call an hour ago from the hospital. I looked down into her face and lifted her chin up with my finger. She looked into my eyes and I broke. She was broken and I knew just by looking into her eyes. She just lost the only member of her family that actually cared about her and didn't leave her. She was broken and I could do nothing about it. I started crying onto her hair while she smoothed circles onto my back.
Even then though when she saw that I was the one crying she gave me a small sad smile and said, "It's ok Emb, he's in a better place now."
After that we just sat there on her floor and silently cried together until Sue came over when she heard the news. Nessa and I were never really over it but we started coping with it.
What I saw was worse than that day, worse than the look in her eyes that day, and definitely more heartbreaking than then. I was just coming up the drive and I saw she was crying. I couldn't move though my body was screaming at me to go and comfort her. Then she fell to her knees, I all but fell apart. I started running toward her faster than ever. I could feel my legs scream in protest but I kept pushing forward until I was to her. She collapsed to the ground. I ran up to her and picked her up, she was soaking wet but I didn't care, all I was thinking about is what it is that has her this way? I ran into my house, kicking the door open and gently putting her down on the couch. I ran upstairs to retrieve a blanket for her. Coming back downstairs I heard her crying. I ran in my living room to see if she was in pain but she was just lying there so helpless that instead I picked her up, wrapped the blanket around her, and cradled her in my arms. I then wiped the tears from her face and eyes with the tip of my thumb.
I looked down into her eyes but she quickly put her head down back onto my chest and continued to sob.
I then asked her, "Ness what's wrong?"
She looked up at me and closed her eyes, breathed out, and said with a shaky voice "I-I'm sorry Emb. I'm so, so sorry. I know I promised, but I'm so sorry," she cried out.
I just stared at her beautiful face confused. After a few minutes passed I asked, "What Ness, what's wrong? What happened?"
She leaned into me, wrapped her arms around me, and whispered into my ear with the voice she had left "I'm leaving Emb."
I tensed up underneath her, realization finally hitting me. My body started shaking with broken sobs, my tears falling onto her hair once more as they did that day when her grandfather died. Except this time nobody died, but it left me soulless and heartbroken, and that's when I knew, that forever just ended.