When is it every safe to tell a secret that isn't entirely yours to keep alone. Is it when things become to dangerous that you are forced to tell that secret. Or when lives have finally been lost over that very same secret. Of course, I tend to get ahead of myself yet again so let me stop myself before I go too into depth of it all. When I was young it was just the three of us in our house, Me, mom and Embry of course. Our house was small but had just enough for what the three of us needed. It was a cabin style home, with three bedrooms, one for each of us of course. A kitchen that was old fashioned to our mothers liking, a living room and three bathrooms.

Me and Embry had to share a bathroom while mom had her own for all purposes of course. Me and Embry had a conjoined bathroom one door on either side of our bedrooms to gain access. Oh and the bathroom for the guest of course which was located downstairs by the living room of course. We had our dining room table by a window that I loved to sit by all the time. I had my own little sitting window in my room, but sometimes it wasn't enough light. I loved to draw, art was my passion, and I was definitely good at it too. There wasn't really art in La Push schooling, so I learned on my own and taught myself everything. I also learned how to become good with cars, or motorcycles when needing to fix them.

I got that from Jake, thanks to him and constantly being around him, I always learned new things. I learned a lot about fixing things when it came to being around Jake. I do sometimes think about what it would have been like to have a father figure in our lives. Until the point where I realize it isn't worth dwelling upon and completely push it out of my mind. Of course, that wasn't always the easiest thing in the world to do or learn how to do. Eventually I would stop asking mom about where our dad was or who he even was. She never told us and I doubt she ever would tell me or Embry for that matter.

If you can't tell sometimes it still bothers me, not knowing what is going on or where he is or who he is. Yes, sometimes I wish he had been around growing up and I wish I knew him. So, that maybe I could kick his ass for not being around our entire lives. It's cruel to leave a pregnant women alone to move on her own, have twins without any form of help. Of course Sue Clearwater helped our mother out when she gave birth to us. Sue is a nice lady, I liked her daughter Leah a lot she was a cool person to be around. Of course she wasn't too fond of other people she had this edge to her that kept everyone away.

It's the same edge I grew to get for myself as well, so that no one messed with me anymore. There was a time when Embry was being bullied and I kicked that persons ass. It was also the time everyone realized to stay away from me and my family or friends.