Hey this is my first Twilight story and I hope you all enjoy it!
I'm currently looking for a Beta to help me with the story, mostly for grammar mistakes and just someone to brain storm with! If you are interested please let me know and I will get back to you! Anyway I hope that you will review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I do own my 2 Oc's Megan and Tommy.
One Word: Okay
I had no idea how one word could change my entire life. I had no idea that any of this would happen, but if I had it all to do all over again. I would. I would say okay and watch as all the hardships and tears as well as the laughs and smiles unfold right before my eyes again. And no matter what happens tonight, weather I live or die, I would never regret it. Not one single bit.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning, and to be honest with you, the beginning has nothing to do with me at all. The beginning is about a 14 year old boy named Tommy. You see Tommy has been abused by his parents since he could remember, they told him how worthless he is and how they never wanted him. Then one day, Tommy got mad, Tommy got so mad that he couldn't take it anymore and burst right out of his skin. Not what you were expecting was it? Tommy turned into a giant wolf that night; he ran with his pack for the first time a few weeks later and came to respect one of his big brothers named Paul. Tommy knew that Paul had a temper and he didn't like very many people, but he was the best fighter of the pack and Tommy took to him like white on rice. Fortunately for Tommy, Paul took a shine to him too. So, Paul began to teach Tommy how to fight, of course while all of this is going on, Tommy kept his secret, he was careful. One night though he wasn't careful enough. His defense slipped and before he knew it the entire pack knew his deepest darkest secret. He is abused by his parents, and the pack was furious. The pack had to literally hold Paul back from killing his parents and the only thing that soothed the Alpha of the group, Sam, was his imprint, Emily, telling him that she wanted to foster Tommy. That he would be safe with them.
So they did the only thing that they knew to do, they called child services, who took Tommy into custody. The pack had no idea what they had just done though. A simple decision, a mere phone call set my story into motion.
I step back and look at the picture that I had just attempted to hang on the wall. It was crooked… I sigh and roll my eyes realizing why I had been in my apartment for all of a year and had yet to get all my art and shelves hung up. I throw the hammer on the sofa where it bounces a little before stopping, nestling in the confines of the soft plush couch. I grunt 'lazy hammer' as I flop onto the couch myself, almost sitting on the tool. A knock sounds on the door and I roll my head back and look up at the ceiling as if asking 'really?' before hauling myself off of the couch with a sigh and go to the door. Looking out the peep hole I see my old friend Kim. We met when were just kids because our dad's works together, still do to this day in an office in down town Lafayette, where I now live and work. I hadn't seen her too much since I had left for college almost five years ago. But after I got my job at the magazine downtown we had started to reconnect over the past year. We were practically the best friends that we used to be, which is why when I see the disgruntled look on her face I know something is wrong.
"Kim? Is something wrong? Did Jared break up with you? If he did anything to hurt you I'm kicking his ass!" I say opening the door and pulling her inside.
"NO! Meg! No! It's not Jared! He didn't do anything!"
"Well what's wrong?"
"You have to promise me something before I tell you."
"Promise me Megan!"
"Okay, okay I promise… Now what is wrong?"
"His name is Tommy-"
"I thought that you were engaged to Jared? Did you have a one night stand?"
"No, he's 14 eww! Will you listen to me?" Kim exclaims as she grabs my wrist and drags me over to the couch.
"Please continue?" I say with an innocent smile that she returns with a glare.
We found out a week ago that Tommy's parents abuse him."
"Oh my God is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's alright now…physically…"
"Sam and Emily, you remember me telling you about them right?" with my nod she continues, "Well they called child services and thought that they could apply and get custody of him."
"No they were denied… We all were… They want to send him to some couple in Seattle; it's the closets registered foster couple they could find."
"Are you kidding? That's so far away!"
"I know… he's heartbroken… we all are… Which is why I want to ask you a favor."
"What kind of favor?" I question hesitantly already knowing exactly where this is going.
"Could you apply to be his Foster mom?"
"What? Are you crazy? I'm 23! I barely know how to take care of myself let alone somebody else!"
"Come on Meg! You're our last hope! He will be gone by this time next week if another option doesn't make itself known! Plus you promised that you would think about it. Please do it for Tommy… "She muttered as she handed me a picture of a Quileute boy who looked older than the 14 years that he has endured. Not only has his body aged, rippling with muscle that 14 year olds don't have with height that most boys his age dream of, but his eyes were older and held many secrets.
I had no idea what to do. What to think. Most girls my age are trying to decide if there boyfriend is worth keeping, not whether or not they should foster a teen.
"I need time to think Kim…" I murmured as I glanced up at her. She looked so guilty, probably for pushing this onto me, as she got up and walked out the door. After she left I noticed that she had left the picture of the boy, wearing more a grimace than a smile, on the coffee table.
I sat there staring at it for hours, how many I'm not sure, until finally I muttered one word, "Okay," took a deep breath, picked up the phone and dialed the number to child services.
At that time I wasn't sure if I was making the right decision, but I knew not calling was the wrong decision.