Bella moves in with her brother and her father. She meets Edward and things take off from there. Things will heat up between Edward and Bella and things happen that they don't regret, but will have consequences. There will eventually be some mild lemons and there is some cussing. I AM NOT STEPHENINE MEYER!
I can't it will be over. I will finally be able to escape from the near hell I have been living in. It was actually a lot easier than I thought it would be. My mother has made my life horrible, not completely horrible. Just a life I couldn't stand. It got to the point I no longer wanted to be in the same room. Plus, she was going to kick me out. I guess I should start at the beginning, to tell you how my life became so unbearable. My life started out so much simpler then it has been the last couple years or so.
My parents got married and had my twin brother right and me after they graduated from high school. The fact that we were born was what ripped their relationship apart. I got stuck with my mother and my brother got to stay with our father. Our father is the kind of parent that every kid wants. The kind of parent who wants to have kids. Dad was the reason why Mom didn't give us up for adoption or have an abortion. I wish Dad could have kept me as well as Emmett.
Mom got remarried to a guy named Phil. Once she married him, she started becoming more and more petty and wanting me to be someone I wasn't. She wanted me to become one of those "popular" girls. A cheerleader. A volleyball player. Mom started buying my slutty clothes. Things, I am sure, only hookers would wear.
I had gotten a job, at a bookstore much to Mom's horror, to buy myself clothes that fit me. Well, clothes to hide in. I wore jeans with baggy t-shirts. I would have bought myself baggy sweatshirts, but in Phoenix, that would be asking for a heat stroke.
When Phil finally got signed on to a baseball team, Mom wanted to put me into the foster care system so she could travel with him. Only one problem with that: in a month, I'll be 18 and then be forced to live on my own my entire senior year of high school. I told her I was going to live with Dad. It was time for me to spend for than 3 weeks a year with my brother and father.
"Honey, are you sure you want to be moving all the way to Forks?" Mom asked me, yet again. "Also, I noticed that you had all your good clothes donated to Goodwill. Why would you do something like that? Don't you need clothes in Forks?"
I rolled my eyes. "Mom. Those clothes are not my style. Even if they were, they show WAY too much skin to keep in Forks. It rains 99% of the year. Of course I want to go there. It beats you sending me into foster care—which means living on my own starting in September."
"You know I wasn't really going to do that, Bella. I would never kick you out of the house."
"Parents who care about their children don't joke about giving them up to total strangers. They don't say, 'Oh, I'm going to travel with my husband, so I'm going to give you up to the state.' Even if they were thinking that, they would consider when their child's 18th birthday was, hten just kick them out. So, I am going to go stay with the parent who still cares about me," I retorted. It was the most I have ever said to her in several years.
She stared at me. "How do you know Charlie still cares for you?"
I laughed. "Are you serious? He calls me once a week. Asks about my friends, my job, school. He makes sure I am doing my homework…all by phone. He buys my plane tickets to visit him. Sends me letters. Gives me presents for my birthday, Christmas, hell, even Easter. He even told me he bought me a car."
"Bella, don't be rash. You can't just hop on a plane and take off."
I shook my head and grabbed my backpack. "That is what I am doing. I am not being rash. I am being smart. Later, Mom." I didn't look back. I just kept walking until I found my gate.
I read and listened to my I-Pod during the plane trips. I had one long ride from Phoenix to Seattle and then a short hop from Seattle to Port Angeles. Dad or Emmett were picking me up at the airport for the hour-long ride to Forks. I couldn't wait to see them. It was going to be so nice to live with the guys. Dad was just a laid back kind of guy. He will just let me do my thing, as long as I am doing my homework. Emmett was a teddy bear.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, my plane landed in Port Angeles. I walked off the plane and started looking around the airport. I was on the verge of standing on one of the airport chairs (which would have ended badly for my klutzy self, I'm sure) when I was grabbed from behind and crushed into a bear hug. I squealed. I managed to turn myself around. "EMMETT! Put me down!" I yelled.
"I can't believe my big sister is finally here. Finally. I've been wanting you to move in with me and Dad for years."
"Just cause I'm four minutes older doesn't make me a big sister. Look at you! Your like the Incredible Hulk-with normal looking skin," I joked.
"Let's gets your bags, sis. Dad said he was going to cook you a welcome home dinner." Emmett gave me a sidelong look.
I laughed. "Well, let's go save the house before Dad burns it down."