

Pack Boys



18. It was all too good to last

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The storm was crashing around the boat, the waves causing it to go up and down. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down

UP and Down

UP and Down

UP and Down

UP and Down

I awoke, the sheets twisted around me, and I felt my stomach reject the macaroni and cheese I had eaten yesterday. I hurried from the bed, tripping over the blanket on the floor, but catching my balance as I ran to the bathroom. I reached the toilet just as my morning sickness made a vicious return. Once my stomach was empty again, I slumped down against the wall. The cool tile was comforting against my flushed skin. I let the cold seep into my skin, as I took deep breaths in and out. My breathing slowly returned to a normal pace and my stomach had calmed enough to let me stand up. I rinsed out my mouth in the sink, allowing the cold water to wash the bile taste from my mouth.

I walked slowly back into the bedroom, where Paul was still asleep; so I curled up next to him, closing my eyes. I loved the lingering scent of pine and the musky woods that seemed to cling to him. I spread my hand across his chest and fell back to sleep relatively quickly despite the kisses of the sun upon my cheeks.

My eyes flitted open to the obnoxious sound of a cell phone vibrating against a hard wood surface. I groaned and pulled the fluffy pillow over my head to block out the annoying noise. I was shocked when the chest I was currently using as my pillow, began to shake with silent laughter. I sat up quickly, only to stare down at the highly amused face of Paul.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Good morning," I said, leaning down and kissing him. I loved the taste of his mouth whenever we kissed. Paul broke off before I did. I whimpered and pouted, causing him to laugh even harder.

"Don't you think I should answer the phone?"

"No," I said, and quickly recaptured his lips. Unfortunately he was a thousand time stronger then I was, which meant that when he wanted to get up, I didn't have much of a choice but to let him. He stood up and walked over to the other dresser where his vibrating cell phone sat. I lay across the bed on my stomach, my head resting on my hands, enjoying the view. When I said that Paul was toned and tan everywhere, I had really meant everywhere.

Paul flipped the phone open and placed it by his ear. "Hello?" I tried to listen in but I could only hear half the conversation. "Hi, Billy, What's up?" I thought for a second, oh yeah, Billy was Jake's dad, I wondered why he would be calling Paul so early in the morning. "Okay, Are you sure that he only recognized her?" a pause followed, and Paul turned around to look at me. He must have noticed where my gaze had been, because he gave me a little loving smirk. His face then turned serious as he listened to Billy on the phone again. "I got it, I'll try getting in touch with him, if not it's a five second jog over to his house." He hung up the phone and tossed it to me.

"I need you to call Embry and if he doesn't answer, try Mashaal's phone. Tell them there is some trouble coming. I'm going to get dressed and go over to Embry's. I'll explain it to them, when I get there." He pulled his jeans off the floor and pulled them on. He started walking to the door. I grabbed the phone and the sheet I was wrapped in on the bed and followed after him.

"Wait, what's going on? Paul, what's happened?"

He turned to me as his hand sat on the doorknob. "Mashaal was recognized by a cop in Forks as a runaway. I'm going to go over to Embry's and help him before Charlie shows up."

"I'm coming with you." I stated, I turned to go get dressed my self when his harsh words stopped me.

"No, you're not." His eyes were hard, and his facial features told me I shouldn't argue, but that hadn't ever stopped me before.

"Yes, I am. Mashaal's my best friend. I'm going." I crossed my arms across my chest, partly to get my point across, and also cause the sheet kept slipping.

"No, you're not." I tried to interrupt him, but he just kept talking. "Don’t you think that if Mashaal is already in the system, that you are too? That they won't recognize you as a runaway also? I don't want you to get sent away from me. That can't happen!"

His arms began to shake, I walked over to him. "They can't separate us." I took his hand. "I need to be there for Mashaal, she has always been there for me."

"No." This time though, his words didn't sound so final.

"You can't lock me up, I'll show up whether you want me to or not."

"Fine, but just go call them first. I'll go now, and you can join us later." He sounded exasperated.

"Good, now go." I gave his hand a squeeze before flipping open his cell-phone and searching for Embry's number in contacts. Paul was out the door and running, by the time the first ring came through the phone. There was no answer on Embry’s phone, actually after the one ring it went to voice mail. I hurried into the bedroom and grabbed my own cell phone, quickly speed dialing Mashaal.

I waited, anxiously as the Great Escape played through its lyrics. Normally I would sing along until Mashaal picked up but this time I barely listened to the words as they blended together. Finally, Mashaal’s voice came over the line. It was weird, her voice sounded different, I wasn’t sure how to describe it, she sounded kind of, well, mellow.

“Hey, Abby.”

“Mashaal, your busted.” I said, entering the bedroom scanning the floor for my clothes.

“"What are you talking about, Abby?" She sounded confused, but still not yet her usual panicky self.

"I mean you are busted, as a runaway.” I paused, waiting for her reaction as my words slowly sunk in.

"WHAT? Are you serious?" Her voice now sounded like the panicky tones that I had grown accustomed to hearing from Mashaal.

"The cops recognized you." I saw my jeans in the corner and quickly grabbed them, pulling them on as I balanced the phone precariously on my shoulder.

"Shut up. No way!"

"Look, Paul is on his way over. He'll explain everything."

"Abby..." I almost could hear the tears in her voice.

"I’ll be there soon. I swear." I grabbed one of Paul’s old sweatshirts, and pulled it on, not worrying about a shirt.

"I'm scared. What if they take me away? I can't handle leaving Embry and you and everything is so perfect around here..." She babbled on and on, hysterical.

"Mashaal, calm down, look, just put Embry on the phone.”

"Ok, here" She sniffed. I heard the phone being passed over.

"Abby?" Embry’s voice came on over the line.

"Embry, Hey.”

"Hey, what's up? Why is Mashaal babbling and about to cry?"

“Mashaal was recognized by the cops; Billy called here and told Paul.” I summarized quickly.

"Shit." He muttered.

“Paul is running to your house right now.” I said, heading out of the bedroom, I knew my sneakers were around here someplace.


“Ill be there soon; just try to calm down mashaal till I get there.” I spotted one of my sneakers peaking out under the couch and knelt down to grab it. I hoped on one foot as I slid it on.

"No prob, let's see if she'd like some ice cream, Hey, did they recognize you too?"

I stood still, readjusting the phone to my ear. "I don’t think so, I hope not,” I paused thinking back over the last couple of days. “I haven’t even seen any cops since I got to Washington.”

"Yeah, geez. Her parents are gonna be pissed if they find out. They're all strict and religious..." A knock on the door on Embry’s end of the line interrupted the conversation. "That must be Paul, talk to you later.” The line went dead on the other end.

I snapped my phone shut and shoved it in my back jean pocket. I spied my other sneaker by the door. I ran over to it and quickly slid it on too. I yanked open the wooden door and was met with a cold damp breeze. I shivered slightly, but continued out of the house and onto the porch. I had no clue where Paul kept his spare key so I just shut the door and hoped no one decided to break in.

There were no cars on the road, and I had a vague idea where Embry lived so I took off at a half sprint down the gravel road. I really hoped I didn’t get lost, as I followed one road before turning onto another. I stopped to catch my breath a couple times before hurrying off again. I spotted Embry’s car sitting in front of a house a block away. I ran down, past brown picket fences and fresh cut lawns, only to stop short. Outside of Embry’s house sat the nice clean police car of a Forks, Washington cop.