Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

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The week passes in a blur and Roman isn't sure if she could stay feeling cooped up like this any longer.

She wasn't stuck in the house, per se, but she always did have someone following her around watching her like some cross between babysitter and bodyguard. It was slowly driving her mad that she couldn't seem to have a moment alone.

All she wanted was to go back to Forks, to see Edward and Bella, but apparently that was too risky because they would cut her off and redirect her each time she made a pass at it.

Which was utterly ridiculous. Roman could understand the whole mortal enemy thing, she could, but that didn't mean she had to be treated like some fragile things that was going to disintegrate the moment she left there sight. She was allowed to leave. They had no right to keep her here, but really, she was stranded until she found a lift out of LaPush. She didn't have the truck, didn't know if she even wanted to use the truck knowing that it had only been with Marnie's permission that she could use it all the time.

She couldn't stay hiding here forever and she really didn't want to. She wanted to stay with Bella and Edward, wanted to be able to see them whenever she wanted. Only Seth seemed to understand that and still he was nervous whenever she got out of sight.

Eyeing Embry as he sat on Sam's couch watching some stupid sitcom he clearly wasn't paying attention to, she wondered what his excuse was this time. All the boys seemed to have different creative reasons that kept them with her when it was there turn. He would find a way to split away when Emily got back from grocery shopping making it literally impossible for her jailbreak.

Embry was turning out to be the nicest, most sentimental of the boys, it seemed, and she really didn't like the thought of manipulating him into letting her leave, but it had to be done. Phone calls just weren't going to cut it anymore.

Still, maybe she should take it slow. She was going to be allowed back at school next week anyway.

"I want to go for a walk."

"Huh?"

"A walk. I want to go on one."

"Why are you telling me?"

She tilts her head, easing herself down next to him. "You're supposed to be watching me, right? So are you going to come with me or can I go alone?"

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"So you aren't going to come with me? Cool."

Roman stands, grabbing her sweater to tie around her waist. The younger boy was close behind her, a step away.

"You can't go. I'm supposed to be watching you."

She stops, pouting. "So you are watching me? Why? Can't I be trusted to look after myself?"

"Of course you can! That's not why—"

"Then what? Am I going to be kept prisoner here? Because if that's the case I'll leave and won't come back again."

Embry shakes his head quickly, glancing around as if someone was going to show up to rescue him. "No, no, you aren't here as a prisoner. Sam's just worried about what Seth will be like when you leave again."

"Stop using Seth as an excuse," she hissed. "Why do you need to follow me everywhere?"

He doesn't answer her, looking away from her searching gaze.

Roman scowls. "Sam said you couldn't tell me, right? Fine. You can tell him that I'm spending the night at Bella's with Edward. Now, I'm going for a walk before going back to Sue's."