a/n: Welcome to The Hills of Twilight, a multi-author collaboration by writers: antiaol, Melissa228, ScarlettLetters and tarasueme.

Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight. We do, however, own this plot and these words. Please don't take them...it's not nice.

Maria as told by Melissa228

I tapped the end of the pen against my chin as I tried to make sure I included everything I wanted in the notebook I would be taking with me. A notebook filled with all the dirty little secrets of the neighbors I had known while living in The Hills of Twilight.

Beyond the perfectly landscaped lawns and underneath the Gucci clothing, they were all hiding something.

Who knew it would end like this? I was being forced from my home by a jealous, crazy housewife with threats of blackmail. I must admit, she had to dig deep to find any skeletons in my closet, but she hit the jackpot. When Alice came to me and told me to get the hell out of The Hills of Twilight or she would rat me out for who I really was, I had no choice but to put my house on the market and move.

It was all because Alice was jealous of me. Her dumbass husband, Jasper, made the mistake of telling her he and I screwed around back in college. When they first moved into The Hills of Twilight a few years ago, no one was more surprised than me to see Jasper after all those years. We decided it was best not to tell Alice or make her feel uncomfortable by revealing our past together, but Jasper grew a conscience about a year ago and spilled the beans to her. Ever since the tiny twit found out, she was relentless in her attempts to get me out of the cul-de-sac on Twilight Place. Insecurity was the catalyst for her quest to get something on me; something horrible enough to get me to leave.

She succeeded.

I sat at my custom made desk against the far end of my gourmet kitchen. The desk wouldn't be coming with me as I moved; not only was it built into the wall, and so it couldn't be removed, but taking it would just serve as a reminder for everything I put into this house. It wasn't about the money I invested, it was my heart. The way I agonized over the carpeting and painting and custom made furniture and…everything…I put my heart into making this a home for myself. And now, Alice was taking that all away from me. It pained me to leave the house I had grown to love, and I knew daily reminders, such as paintings and furniture taken from this house and placed in another, would be more than I could take.

So, I decided to leave it all behind. Anything which could be physically moved out of the house before the new owner moved in was going. The movers were at the house as I sat at my desk; one truck was taking things to the house I would be renting till I found my new dream house, and the other truck was taking my remaining belongings to a halfway house that helped battered women get back on their feet.

If I had to leave all my belongings behind, I was going to at least keep the secrets I had uncovered with me, not only in my mind, but on paper. I felt a sense of satisfaction in writing down all the fucked up behaviors and parts of my neighbors lives which they kept covert. They felt their money, careers and families made them superior, but what they didn't realize was I saw right through all of it. I had honed deception down to a science; I had to, considering everything I had gone through in my past. By the time I moved into the subdivision, I had lived through a lifetime of lies, and because of that, I had a developed a keen eye for others who had done the same. What started off as a little snooping around Alice's past, turned into a something much more entangled. I pulled at the small string of intuition and unraveled an entire web of illusions.

With all the sordid details I had uncovered about my neighbors, their secrets were only half as bad as my own. When Alice first came to me to tell me what she knew about my past, it took everything in me not to kill her. In a very real sense, I wanted to end her for finding out something I had put to rest a long time ago, but I decided I'd rather leave my house than spend the rest of my life in jail.

The ringing doorbell brought me out of my thoughts. "Hello?" Alice shouted from the other side of the ajar front door.

I leaned back in my chair and was able to see down the hallway to the door. Before I could even respond to her, she opened the door and let herself in.

Great. I'm moving out. I'm leaving, and the bitch still can't leave me alone.

I quickly placed the notebook under a stack of papers and set the box I was using to pack the things from my desk on top of it. I shoved the papers and the box to the back of the desk against the wall where I knew it would be safe.

Alice stomped down the hallway, her Manolo's hitting the marble floors hard. I stood up from my desk and folded my arms across my chest in preparation for the showdown.

"What can I do for you Alice?" I asked, exasperated.

A slow, devious smile spread across her face. "I was just stopping by to see for myself, but unless you are planning on living here with no furniture, I guess you're truly leaving."

"Is that all you came here for? You could obviously see the moving trucks from your house, and I agreed to leave. What more do you want?"

She stepped closer to me, her tiny body exuding intimidation. "I wanted to give you one final warning before you left. You stay away forever. I don't want to see you anywhere around here or my husband."

I rolled my eyes. "For the millionth time Alice, I don't want your husband. I fucked him over ten years ago when we were in college. What the hell does it matter now?"

"I'm not stupid Maria," she shouted. "You have had a thing for him for years. He told me that you've called him since college, and don't even get me started about how you ended up on the same cul-de-sac as us."

"You are out of your mind if..."

"I don't give a shit anymore," Alice said, interrupting. "You're leaving, for good. If I see your face again, anywhere around here or us, I will blow the whistle so fast on that little secret you've been hiding, that you won't know what hit you."

We stood staring at each other for a few moments, neither one of us willing to be the first to back down.

"Excuse me, Ma'am? We have a couple questions for you," one of the movers called from down the hall.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at Alice. "You can show yourself out. Use the back door."

"With pleasure," Alice replied. "I'd wish you luck, but I could care less what happens to you."

"Fucking bitch," I said under my breath as I walked away.

The movers were finishing up and had a few more questions about which boxes were going to my house and which were going to the Women's home. As I was signing the final papers with the movers, I heard the backdoor slam shut.

Good riddance. I'll never have to see her ever again .

I sat down and watched as the movers took away the final boxes and pieces of furniture. Once all loaded, they closed up the back of the two trucks and pulled out of the cul-de-sac, no doubt to the prying eyes of all my neighbors. With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, I walked back to the kitchen. The small box on top of my desk, along with a few papers and my Birkin, were the only things which were left.

I grabbed my purse, slung it over my shoulder and picked up the small box to take with me to my new home. As I lifted the box, the stack of papers I had underneath shifted, and as they did, something didn't seem quite right. Something seemed off.

I frantically picked through the several pieces of paper, shoving each one in my purse after I separated them all. As I sorted them individually, I knew I was getting closer and closer to the truth.

The notebook was gone.

To make sure I wasn't losing my mind, I dumped out the contents of the box and my purse. I looked under the desk and scanned the floor all around it.

It was gone.

Alice had stolen the notebook in which I had written down all the secrets and hidden truths about every member of the cul-de-sac.

Rage filled me as I ran out the back door and across the street to Alice's house. She was standing outside, looking smug, talking to Bella, Esme and Rosalie.

"Where is it?" I screamed.

"What are you talking about?" Alice replied.

I stepped close to her...as close as I could without touching her. "Where is it?" I repeated slowly, my tone dripping with hatred.

"I don't..."

"Yes you do!" I screamed.

"Back off Maria," Rosalie said stepping in between us. "She doesn't know what the hell you're talking about, so why don't you just get out of here."

"Yeah," Bella agreed softly.

I turned my head towards her. "You want in on this too, Bella?"

"Actually, I don't. None of us do. We're sick of all your games and drama, and frankly, we can't wait to see you leave."

My breathing accelerated, and I felt like I was about to lose control. "I'm going, but not until Alice gives me back what she stole from my house."

Alice snorted from behind Rosalie. "Why would I steal something from your house? What could you possibly have that I want?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Esme said before clearing her throat of all her smoker's phlegm. "But didn't the movers just leave? What is left in your house to even take?"

This was apparently hysterical, and all four of them busted out laughing.

"You know what? Fuck it. Fuck you all," I shouted, taking off back towards my house.

Those bitches had humiliated me for the last time. Alice could keep the damn notebook. What did I care now that I was leaving? I hope she memorizes every single thing in there and uses her evil, malicious ways to ruin everyone else like she did me.

I ran into the house and grabbed my purse and box. I set the alarm and closed the door, never to return again.

I rushed to get into my car because the sooner I was out of here, the sooner I could put it all behind me. As I backed out of the driveway, the realization that Alice had taken the notebook of secrets hit me, and then I was the one who started laughing.

I circled the cul-de-sac and rolled down my window as I approached the women, all still standing on Alice's front lawn. "Hey Alice! You'll especially like the part about what your sweet, honest husband has been up to."

As I sped out of the cul-de-sac, my laughter came out at full force.

Goodbye sick and twisted neighbors.

Goodbye Twilight Place.

Goodbye The Hills of Twilight.

Hello to the rest of my life.

A/N: Hmmm...wonder what happened to that darn notebook? What mysteries does it hold? Want to find out the answers to these questions and more? Add the story to your alerts and stay tuned. Prepare to be mindfucked!

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