AN: To those of you who don't know this story is a joint project between myself, liljenrocks, and zuzak. That being said each one of us put effort and hard work into this story. We have officially adopted it from CharChar93. Please review and let us know what you think!
If you haven't done so please check out liljenrocks Keep your Hands to Yourself and Zuzaks' Destined.
Sunset: A Sam and Bella Love Story
*#*# "Goodbye, proud world! I'm going home; though art not my friend and I'm not thine." Ralph Waldo Emerson #*#*
I could not help but think I was driving through one of the most beautiful parts of the Pacific Northwest. It was about three miles south of the Washington state line and off onto a dirt road. It was nearly overgrown with weeds as I turned off toward the east. I was a hundred yards or so off the main road. I remembered traveling this way with Charlie when I was here last. This back road passed through a log-littered clearing that was the footprint of a mudslide that had passed over the hillside a few years earlier.
Charlie wanted to pick me up but I insisted on driving myself. My mother always said I was stubborn like my father. I guess he understood that because he didn't argue the point too much. Maybe he was just afraid that if he did I wouldn't come.
My parents were divorced a few weeks after my 12th birthday. It was a time in my life I was sure I would never forget. Since I was so young and really didn't understand the reasons behind the divorce, but then again what child does, I was extremely difficult about it.
Since then I have only been back to visit once. I spent the a few weeks of the summer Charlie and Sue got married. It was also the summer I turned 16. I would never be able to for the night of the beach that I celebrated with my friends.
As much as I would miss my friends back home I couldn't wait to see Jake and Seth, It has been nearly two years since we last saw each other in person. I can't help but wonder if they've changed much, knowing they most certainly have.
I was beginning to feel guilty about not spending much time with my father since the separation and move. It seemed perfect when he called and asked for me to spend the summer with him. There was no way I would be able to turn him down even if I wanted to. I owed Charlie that much, owed him time to see the young woman I had grown to become. Plus, he was extremely uneasy with the fact that my driver's license was still warm from the laminating machine and had very little faith in my driving abilities.
Even though the air was crisp and cool, fresh from a thunderstorm that passed earlier today, I put the top down so I could take in the scent of nature around me. Ever since I was a little kid, when Charlie and I would go hiking or camping with the Blacks, I loved the smell of the outdoors.
Earthy smells, pine, and the smell of damp wet cedar brought back many memories from my childhood. I could hear breaking branches, clattering leaves as the trees groaned in the wind, all accented by singing birds. It has been along time and my return has been long overdue.
Just after the wedding, Sue insisted on Charlie moving from his small bachelor pad in Forks to the La Push reservation with her and her two children. They ended up buying a four bedroom house so I could have my own room when I came to stay. I was grateful for that. I couldn't bear the thought of sharing a room with Sue's not-so-mild-mannered daughter, Leah.
Leah is a year older than me, and, for the most part, is generally considered to be a bitch. But everyone seemed to agree that when I was around, she became much worse. Seth explained it to me and told me not to take it personal, that she saw me as some sort of competition when it came to her mother. From the emails I received from Seth, I guess Leah is now dating a slightly older guy. Seth hopes they get married and she moves out.
I was more the willing to put up with Leah if it meant I got to spend more time with Charlie. Charlie was the chief of police in Forks, a small town just outside of La Push, and he had the moustache to prove it. He was a very "by the books" kinda guy and most usually predictable, though him marrying Sue had come as quite a shock to most of his friends, as well as me.
Sue was a widow and her late husband, Harry, had been one of Charlie's best friends. Harry's death was hard for both of them, and in grieving; they found love with one another. I liked Sue. She was never anything but kind to me and more importantly, she was good for Charlie. He always said what a good role model she was for me, raising her children and holding a high position in the Quileute tribe.
This brings me to the Quileutes. Being Jake, Seth, Leah, and Billy (Jake's father), as well as a few other hundred people that lived on the reservation of La Push. I wasn't so sure how they would take an outsider moving into their territory even if I was Charlie's daughter. I felt myself growing a little nervous to what was going to happen.
Personally, I don't think I had changed too much since I left a few years ago. Sure I went through a few changes, any teenage girl does. While I had a few friends in school back in Arizona, I wasn't the most popular. I had only dated one guy before and the relationship lasted a whole 2 months. Obviously, it was far from serious.
I run every morning now. I found exercise a great stress reliever and it helps keep my body in shape. There's just something about running a few miles every day that gives me a sense of pride and self fulfillment.
The sun was beginning to set as I finally turned off the back road. Phil had bought me a Verde Green Ferrari California for my birthday. He finally given up his dream of being a pro baseball player and got into real estate. My mother was more then ecstatic, especially once the money started rolling in. Phil ended up being a much better real estate broker than he ever dreamed of being a baseball player. To celebrate his first big deal, he bought my mother and me matching Chanel purses. Before long, Phil was wheeling and dealing with the best of Arizona business men. I'm very appreciative of what I have, though. Phil and Mom give me a generous allowance each month and I make sure to do extra around the house to make sure that I earn it.
Sure I would miss my mother and even Phil, but it was time I got back to my roots. Mom had had me to herself for more than four years, and Charlie deserved at least a little time with me before I became a full-fledged adult.
I continued on my journey to La Push, noticing a sign to the right of the road that read: Forks 6 miles, La Push 9 miles, and Port Angelis 21 miles.
The light was fading more and more by the minute and was creating shadows and dark patches all around me. I took my eyes off the road for a split second and when I turned back my body stiffened and my skin began tingle, I had a heavy sickening feeling in my stomach and my eyes widened in fear. I saw what looked to be a large sized dog. Immediately, I swerved to try to miss it.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white as I lost control and was racing into the forest to the left of the road. Tears began to form in my eyes, my heart was racing, and a small yelp escaped my lips. I closed my eyes tightly awaiting the impact of what lies ahead.
Everything after that moved in slow motion. I felt the impact of the car hitting the tree, my head snapped forward and felt like it fell against a stiff pillow. The lower part of my body was crushed into the seat and immediately felt heavy and sore.
Slowly I leaned back and grimaced, clenching my teeth as the throbbing pain echoed throughout my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and I felt my lips begin to tremble as I moved to open my door. Things still felt as if they were moving in slow motion as I hobbled about out of the car. I took a few small tentative steps forward and I felt the tightness in my leg muscles and the soreness set in as I expelled a pained hiss. My eyes were staring but not seeing anything correctly. I swore I saw eye glimmering from the tree hollows. Possibly those of the animal I missed.
The wind wailed between the distorted trunks, carrying the sickly stink of wood rot. I moved a little faster, ignoring the briars that caught at my jeans, the damp leaves grimed my skin. I clenched my fist and walked stiffly as I tried to ignore the pain and tightness I felt through out my body. The trees lashed and crashed against each other like drum sticks in the hands of a giant. I felt my limbs go weak and the tension stiffed throughout my body, my breaths began to shudder and then suddenly everything went dark. The last thing I felt was the cold damp ground against my skin.
The next thing I remember is the feeling of the cold metal bed rails under my hands and the soft pillow beneath my head. The bright lights overhead cause my head to throb a little more.
"Oh, Miss Swan, you're up. I will get your medicine and let Mr. Uley know you are awake."
Mr. Uley? Who the hell was Mr. Uley? I thought to myself.
Before I was able to respond or ask who Mr. Uley was the nurse was back out the door.
In the background I could hear soft hushed voices and the sound of an ambulance siren. The smell of antiseptic and the metallic tang from stainless steel mixed with a lemon scented cleaner filled the air.
This was not how I'd planned my triumphant return to Washington. But it was only the beginning.