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A sneak peek into a
new fanfiction.
(Excerpts from
several chapters)
Fractured by MP
(F)
Our gathered group seemed to be holding their breath. I was
sure they could hear my heart beating and my breath coming out in struggled
gasps while I watched my world crumble. I’d seen it before. I knew exactly what
had just happened, even if I didn’t understand how it was possible.
I could feel myself becoming lightheaded as realization
dawned. Every moment in my life for the last year had been built on a lie. I
was never his, he was never truly mine. No, he belonged to this woman whose
name I didn’t know and whose face I didn’t recognize.
I wanted to protest. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stood
frozen; a voyeur, watching my dreams and hopes scatter in the wind that rushed
through the forest, whipping the trees into a haunting song.
(F)
The hottest fucking car I’ve ever laid eyes on roared down
the road, the engine screaming as it made its entrance into La Push. I darted
into the trees in order to run without being noticed. I wanted to see where
this fuck me, piece of machinery was headed. The tires squealed when the driver
skidded into the parking lot pulling a maneuver I’ve only ever seen in the
movies and then reversed the car perfectly into a parking space.
Red cowboy boots stepped out, followed by mile long legs and
a perfect round ass encased in skin tight jeans. Copper shoulders peeked out
from beneath a black tank top. Ravens wing black hair spilled down the
strangers’ back hitting at her tiny waist. The wind shifted and the most
intoxicating scent of honeysuckle assaulted me.
Turn around, please
turn around.
The stranger shut the car door and turned, scanning the
forest in front of her. Everything in my life ceased to exist except for this
woman. My parents, my siblings, my pack, none of it mattered anymore. She was
beautiful, her eyes were deep pools of onyx, her lips were uneven, the bottom
just slightly fuller than the top and the color of bubble gum. She was Native,
but I’d never seen her before. I wondered if she was from the Makah reservation
like my mother. My eyes followed her as she made her way down the street, and
into the festival area.
I watched from the shelter of the forest as she went from
booth to booth. She seemed to be looking for something or someone.
Weaving my way through the crowds of people and walked just
a few feet behind my beautiful stranger.
(F)
I couldn’t stay away any longer. I needed to see him. I needed him to deny me as he
looked me in the eye. I’d been planning this over a year. I deserved answers.
My mom deserves a hell of alot more, but she would never be given what she was
owed. I’d take mine and share it with her.
People stopped to stare at me as I walked down the street. I
knew what they were thinking. I could see it in their wide eyes. I looked just
like her. My hair matched hers, from the raven color to the length. My eyes
were hers as well, big and dark, framed with coal black lashes. My skin was the
same copper as hers had been.
It didn’t matter that my mother was white, I looked like
her, and I got that from him.
Grandpa Charlie told me about her, her beauty, her kindness
and big heart. I thought she sounded a lot like my own mother.
I could hear the whispers falling from slackened jaws, the
questions slipping from the lips of those I passed.
(F)
When I was six my best friend Macy broke her arm. She told
me how her dad went to the hospital and helped her pick out a pink cast. He
drew a heart on it and then bought her ice cream.
I thought if I broke my arm too, then you would come. So I
climbed up to the very top of the jungle gym at recess and jumped off. I broke
my arm in two places.
It hurt so bad, but I didn’t cry.
I didn’t cry because I knew you would come. I would get to
see my dad. I just knew it. I had it all planned. We would eat ice cream, and you would help me pick out my
cast and then you would draw a heart on it, just like Macy’s dad had done.
But, you never came.
Instead I got red cast, because they didn’t have pink.
Grandpa brought me popsicles and mom drew flowers all over my cast.
(F)
We took our seats in the council hall, I watched as she
strolled to the front of the room. You couldn’t tell she was half white; her
skin was the color of pure copper. Her hair was as dark as a raven’s wing and
her eyes were black as coal. She stood at least 5’8 with a toned body. She was
silent in her walk, linear in her movements.
Fuck me, she was a wolf.
ooo0000ooo
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If I had only known by Reba McEntire
The beginning was
blurry, the details forgotten over the years.
But the ending… he
remembered everything.
He felt her the
second she crossed onto his land.
Standing atop the
cliff looking out over his home, his tribe, his people. His mind playing scenes
from too many years ago. The memories were so vivid it was as if he had been
transported back in time. He could still hear her heartbeat in his ears, feel
her breath on his skin. Her scent lingered in his soul.
She haunted him.
He stared out at the
waters of First Beach. While the tide rolled in leaving pebbles and seashells
as a memento to it’s visit.
The black sky posed
as a canvas for his memories.
If I had only known
It was the last walk in the rain
I’d keep you out for hours in the
storm
The rain fell heavily
as she stopped and offered him a ride. They had driven miles toward nowhere
when he finally glanced at her. She had felt his eyes on her.
When she turned to
meet his stare, he knew.
They had both been left.
That was the day it
all began.
They had clung to
each other while their hearts bled and slowly began to heal.
Together.
He heard a twig snap
from behind him. He didn’t have to turn around to know who had found him. He
knew they would send someone to look for him.
I would hold your hand
like a lifeline to my heart
They had never
revealed their relationship. It was theirs and theirs alone.
As long as no one
knew, they wanted to believe that they could keep the monsters and magic from
destroying them both.
It had been naive.
He could almost feel
her soft lips on his as he remembered their first kiss. Her skin had been as
soft as silk.
He slowly turned to
look at his pack mate.
Softer than a whisper
he heard the warrior beside him.
“I’m the only one
that ever knew. I saw you together once... You chose her. You loved her.”
Underneath the thunder we’d be
warm
If I had only known
His unshed tears
glistened under the moonlight.
“Is she happy?”
It was our last walk in the rain
“Are you?”
His eyes closed as he
pictured her own smiling back at him, laughing with him, loving him.
He could almost see
her.
Her mouth had tasted
of ripe strawberries.
What was born of hurt
and betrayal had grown into a friendship he never could have imagined and a
love which had inspired him.
If I had only known
I’d never hear your voice again
His pack mate stared
at him with shared heartache.
“They’re looking for
you.”
Side by side. Duty,
tradition and tribal pride had cost them all more than could ever be repaid.
I’d memorize each thing you ever
said
And on those lonely nights
I could think of them once more
As the two protectors
stopped at the edge of the forest, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking at
his pack sister he saw his own heartbreak reflected in her eyes.
They were the same.
The hardened warrior
looked at him with understanding and sympathy.
“I am sorry.”
He stopped in his
tracks as she came into view. Sitting
beside her father, she was as beautiful as his memories.
Keep your words alive inside my
head
If I had only known
I’d never hear your voice again
Staring off into the
empty space. Her own memories playing out before her eyes.
There was no place on
this sacred land that did not remind her of him.
The beach they had
walked on hand in hand when no one was watching.
The forest they stole
away to when they wanted to hide from the world around them.
The old oak tree he
carved her name into, the same tree they stood under as he said he loved her
for the first time.
Their ghosts lingered
in the breeze.
You were the treasure in my hand
You were the one who always stood
beside me
Slowly toward the
celebration. His heart thumped loudly in his chest.
Twenty years...
The sun had been
shining on the day it happened. Had he known what the ancestors had planned, he
would have ran. He would have taken her and fled.
One Look.
So unaware I foolishly believed
That you would always be there
But then there came a day
And I turned my head and you
slipped away
The only other person
who knew his secret watched with resignation. His own eyes shone with tears he
would never let her see.
She stood there
watching as another piece of his soul was stripped. Another beat of his heart
lost to duty.
She had been born his
duty.
His body moved with
hesitated determination. He walked toward her.
She had known. She
had always known. Some secrets cannot be hidden.
She knew it would
never be her that he loved.
He had chosen long
before she was ever born.
She was his free
will.
If I had only known it was my
last night by your side
I’d pray a miracle would stop the
dawn
The smile never met
his eyes.
But he always offered
one to her.
He tried.
She knew what she had
to do.
And when you’d smile at me
I would look into your eyes
She offered him her
own smile in return, and while it hurt, it was a genuine smile.
She was going to
right a wrong.
And make sure you knew my love
For you goes on and on
She walked forward,
only stopping when she stood before her.
“He carries a picture
of the two of you in his wallet. He doesn’t know that I know.”
She watched as her
eyes filled with tears.
“He chose you.”
From across the room
he saw the two women talking.
Making his way to
them, he could feel everyone’s eyes on the the three of them.
He loved her.
He stared at her. Every
emotion he’d buried from his friends, his pack, his family on display.
His eyes shouted to
the room the secret he had kept for twenty years.
The murmurs of the
pack were white noise in his ears as her scent washed over his being.
“I release you.”
He turned to look at
the young beauty before him. Her eyes clouded with tears.
“I release you,” She
repeated.
The footfalls of the
pack and elders echoed in the now silent room.
“I...” he attempted
to speak.
“I love you and you
love me, but not like that.”
Claire had grown up.
“I release you.”
“I’m giving you what
never should have been taken from you, from her... from me. Freedom.”
When he turned to
look at her, tears streamed down her face. She was afraid this was another
dream.
He looked at her,
eyes full of hope. “Be happy,” he whispered placing a kiss to her forehead.
If I had only known
“Go.” Leah whispered,
tears in her eyes. “Go and never look back.”
He held his hand out
for her.
They left and never
returned.
They clung to each
other as their hearts bled and slowly began to heal.
Together.
If I had only known
