Sorry for the SUPER long wait. I've been going through a lot of life changes. It's been hard for me to keep up with FF. I'll try a bit harder. Give me a nice welcome back with a lot of reviews. Okay?
This is bad.
This so really bad.
Dad stares at me with such intensity it makes me glad he doesn't have heat vision. His lip stays in this angry curl and the anger vein has yet to go back in place. He's just staring at me. It's menacing. It's scary. Most of all, it's impressive. We've been in the air for like 20 minutes and he hasn't looked in front of himself once.
"Mmmm..." he grunts, shaking his head at me. "Nuh uh."
I can tell we're back in Forks because everything gets extremely green. I spot a patch of grass by Dad's car. We hover and slowly descend.
"Shut up," he sternly interrupts, opening the trunk of the car. "Here," he tosses me some clothes. "Change."
"Okay," I whisper, throwing the briefcase I took into the trunk.
I needed answers for that. I'd get them later.
I know better than to say anything. I find shelter behind a tree and do as I'm told. I look at the sky and briefly consider flying off. I decide against it. Dad is faster than me. He'd catch up. Then, he'd REALLY be pissed off.
"Hurry up," he honks the horn.
I shake my head and wonder how bad the shit storm will be when Dad regains his intelligent speech.
"Fine," I mutter sliding in next to him.
"Hmmmm..." he seethes as the car drives off.
"Bella," I hear the car accelerate. "If you know what is good for you..."
"Fine," I rush out and put my hands up in surrender.
Yep. This is bad.
"As SOON as we get home pack your things," the car speeds up yet again.
At this point, I know better than to fight.
"I can't even BEGIN..."
"Fucking great," Dad rolls his eyes at the police car racing behind us.
Dad pulls a NASCAR move and travels three lanes in a nanosecond to pull over. He jams his foot on the brake.
"Let's get this over with," he says, giving the international 'hurry up' hand motion to the person inside the vehicle.
"Sir, please roll down your window," the cop taps on the door. Once again, Dad huffs and complies. "License and registration?" the man says, pushing his sunglasses up his nose.
It's night and this guy has on glasses. He's probably an asshole. He walks off to the side and whispers some cop lingo into his walkie talkie.
"I don't have time for this," Dad grumbles. I can see his hands shaking.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" the man comes back to the car and hands Dad his things back.
"Speeding," Dad answers and looks at me.
"Plus a broken tail light," the officer scribbles in a notebook. "You were going 75 in a 40."
"Okay," Dad deadpans. "Can you write me a ticket and get it over with?" he asks the officer.
"Excuse me, son?"
"Listen," Dad sighs. "I was speeding with a broken tail light. There is NO need for you to bust my balls. I'm not going to beg you not to write me a ticket. Let's not waste any more time and get it over with," Dad replies. "I, for one, have better shit to do," he looks at me.
"Are you on drugs?" the man shines a bright light into our eyes. Of course, dad and I shriek in pain. "Step out of the car."
"No," Dad calmly replies.
"Step out of the car," the man replies, putting his free hand on his gun. "I need to check your vehicle for drugs."
"Are you trying to intimidate me?" Dad asks, pointing to the man's hand. "You're failing miserably."
"Sean..." I lead off, trying to make him see reason. "Calm down," I beg.
Dad is being ridiculous. I get that he is mad. I TOTALLY understand. However, we don't need him to pick a fight with a cop. That is the opposite of keeping a low profile...not like we've been good at that the past few weeks anyway.
"Be quiet," Dad admonishes me.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" the cop asks me. "Are you being held against your will?"
"Ugh. Cool it. She's my daugh...sister," he corrects himself. "I haven't kidnapped her."
"Mr. Swan, please step out of the vehicle. I need to do a search..."
"With what probable cause?" Dad questions. "My pupils aren't dilated. My car wasn't swerving. My breath doesn't stink of alcohol. I know my rights," Dad crosses his arms.
"Sean..." I lead again.
He's making it worse.
"I can call for backup and search dogs," the cop informs. "If you're hiding something, we'll find it."
"Do that," Dad allows. "In fact, call ten cop cars and ten drug dogs. Yes! Waste our time and tax-payer dollars to harass a law-abiding citizen," he shakes his hands at the sky.
Oh my God. Dad is losing it.
"Alright," he sternly voice. "Get out."
"Oh...you're gonna have to make me."
Two hours later...
"Swan!" the officer calls to me and my father. "You made bail."
"Thank God!" I cringe, getting up from the unsanitary bench. I wonder how many people have pissed on this thing. I gag both internally and externally at the thought.
"This is ridiculous," Dad shakes his head. " I could tear this shit hole down to the ground in a matter of minutes," he looks around the police station. "I can't believe they arrested us."
"You can't?" I ask, taking my belongings out of a plastic bag.
The police officer asked my dad another FIVE times to get out of the car. After the man notified that refusing to follow orders was obstructing justice dad laughed. Then, the cop opened the car door and literally dragged Dad out of the car. Somehow, BOTH of us got arrested.
I didn't even do anything.
"We should sue," Dad walks down the hallway. "He pulled me out of the car. That HAS to be against the law."
"Bella! Sean!" Ms. Clearwater runs towards us. "Oh my goodness. What happened?"
I had to call Ms. Clearwater to bail us out. Dad and I don't have any Forks friends besides the Cullens. I figured they wouldn't be in the mood tonight.
"We were harassed by Officer Asshole over here," Dad points his thumb towards our arresting officer.
"Hey!" Sue admonishes Dad. "Respect."
"Sorry," Dad mumbles without an ounce of sincerity.
"Let's go. We need to get you guys home."
"Thank you," I nod, following her to the car.
"You're welcome," Ms. Clearwater smiles. "Bella?" she asks.
"Yeah?" Dad sighs.
"Pardon my French but..." she pauses. "WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!?" she shouts, her eyes enlarging to the size of golfballs.
"Um..." Dad startles, taken aback by the shouting.
"Um...Um..." Ms. Clearwater makes fun of Dad's stalling. "I just PICKED YOU UP FROM JAIL!" she starts again. "Do you hear me?"
"JAIL!" she continues. "I answered a COLLECT call...and picked you up...FROM JAIL...and you just walk around all casual...like you got stranded at a FUCKING IHOP!" she rips into us. "Have you NO shame? Have you NO decency!?" she takes a breath.
"I know you're..."
"Mouthing off to a police officer? What were you thinking?!" she grabs her chest. "I just...I just..." she searches her purse and pulls out an asthma inhaler. "Give me a minute..." she asks and takes a puff of her medication. Then, she puts up her index finger and takes another hit. "Okay," she breathes. "Okay."
"Look..." she calmly interrupts and leans on the trunk of her car. "I know things have to be hard because of your parent's death. You two had to grow up too fast and that sucks," she looks into Dad's eyes. "That doesn't give you the right to fuck up your life," she seethes.
"Don't be mad at Bella," Dad replies. "It was my fault. She didn't do anything."
"Sean," she facepalms herself. "You're 18. You're an adult now. This could end up on your permanent record. Do you think any of the prime college football teams are going to take you if they think you're going to cause them legal trouble?" she asks. "What about Bella?" she motions to me. "She's not legal yet. What if the state decides you aren't the best person to take care of her. They could take her away! She could end up in the system," she points her finger in Dad's face. "Cutting school? Getting arrested?" she questions. "Grow up, Sean!" she yells. "You don't have the luxury of being selfish."
"I'm sorry," Dad nods his head. "You're right."
"I'm so disappointed in you," she shakes her head. "I'm sure you need to get your car out of impound. I'll take Bella home," she opens the car door.
"You're going to pay me back for what I spent on your bail," she tells Dad.
"Every penny," Dad agrees.
"See you at home, Bella."
"Okay," I wave, as the car exits the parking lot. My phone vibrates in my pocket almost immediately.
I lean my head against the car window and just listen to the sounds of the road passing by. This has been a shitty day. Perhaps THE shitty day to end all shitty days. I roll the window down and inhale the unique fresh and GREEN scent of the Forks air. I'll never smell it again. I'll miss it.
I'll miss how the ground always seems to be muddy.
I'll miss how moss appears to take over everything that stands still.
I'll miss the small town square that would be obliterated by a WalMart.
I'll miss Forks High and its weird layout. Seriously? Who thought an outdoor model was a good choice? it rains like 80 percent of the time.
I'll even miss the people...not the cliché' bitchy popular girls or the drama of it all. I'll miss the normalcy.
Esme and Carlisle.
I'd definitely miss Edward.
Now, I'm crying.
"No. No. No," Ms. Clearwater stops the car. "Don't cry."
"I c-can't stop," I sniffle.
"It's okay," she shushes me. "I know you must have been scared but it's okay."
"I'm g-gonna go inside," I open the door.
"Do you want me to stay so we can talk?" she asks.
"N-No," I shake my head.
"Okay," she relents. "I'm going to call you when I get home to see you're alright."
"See you tomorrow," she says.
I wouldn't see her tomorrow. I'll most likely be in Houston wearing some terrible wig and cap teeth tomorrow.
"Okay," I lie and give her a big hug.
"Oh...WOW," she laughs. I notice her start to hug me with as much intensity as I'm hugging her.
I'll miss you.
Ms. Clearwater was one of those rare people who actually gave a shit about other people. I try my best to contain my sniffles and just hug her. She rubs my back and lightly shakes me from side to side. Then, she pats my hair and tells me how every thing will be okay. I imagine this is how a mother consoles her child.
I'll miss that.
"Bye," I rush into the house.
I go up to my room and start organizing my stuff to make it easier to pack. I'm going to need some boxes before I can really get...
"Hey," Dad pops up.
"Ah!" I jump and tip over.
"Sorry," he looks over my room. "You finish up here. I'm going over to the Cullen's house to get some answers," he holds up the bag with the piece of meteor I found at the back robbery.
"I'm going too," I inform him. It's probably the last time I'll see the Cullens. "I want to say goodbye. Let the suits pack our shit," I grab my jacket.
"I see your point," he sighs and rushes to the car.
We ride most of the way in complete silence.
"I don't like being the bad guy," he says to me.
"You never do," I reply.
Dad exits the car with purpose and storms to the Cullen's doorstep.
"Bella, Sean," Carlisle smiles. "Esme was in that robbery earlier today. She's a bit..."
"Dad," Alice pops up and opens the door. "They're not taking 'no' for an answer."
"I've been through a lot. It's been a rough evening. Is it possible for us to do this tomorr..."
"Nope," Dad shakes his head and lifts the expensive and heavy sculpture in the hallway up...with one hand.
"What?" Carlisle asks.
"Would you mind telling me what you are doing with a magical meteor...and why those bank robbers were willing to kill you over it?" he asks Esme, holding up the bag.
"I also want to know how it still glows," Dad adds, motioning to the glow that shines through the bag. "Mine stopped glowing the second I touched it."
"Bella!" Edward comes in the room and hugs me. "Thank you," he whispers in my ear.
"Too late. The cat is out of the bag," Dad rolls his eyes.
"What's in the bag?" Edward questions, reaching for the bag.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Carlisle and Esme shout.
"We don't know what that does," Esme shoves her son back.
"Well...we didn't until about five minutes ago," Carlisle chimes in.
"O-kay," Emmett enters the room. "I feel like I've missed something important."
"Sean is OmegaMan," Alice says. "Apparently, Mom and Dad have a piece of the meteor that gave him superpowers."
"Sean is OmegaMan?!" Rose and Jasper shout from behind the bannister upstairs.
"Sean isn't his real name."
"WHAT?!" Emmett shouts.
"It's Charlie," Dad shrugs.
"CHARLIE SWAN!" Esme and Carlisle shout again in unison.
"Yeah," Dad leans against the doorway. "18...going on 40."
"You're 40?!" Rose and Emmett ask.
"Yes!" Alice shouts. "For God's sake...keep up!"
"See?" Esme puts her hand on her hip. "I knew he looked too much like Charlie," she looks at her husband.
"I haven't aged a day," Dad nods. "It sucks."
"Why on God's green Earth would you go back to high school?" Carlisle asks.
"This one," Dad points to me.
"Hey!" I step back in offense.
"Wait a minute," Edward interrupts. "You went to school with our parents?"
"A little," Carlisle admits. "It explains a lot. You're the only person I haven't been able to read since the accident."
Eighteen Years Ago...
"Shit!" she cries. "Right there! Right there! Oh my God! Mmmm..." she cries out.
"There?" I ask, circling my hips like before.
"Yeah...oh yeah...mmmm..." she moans, meeting me thrust for thrust.
"You're so...uh..." I try to voice how amazing she feels.
"Oh- Carli...ah..." her back arches and I feel her constrict around me.
"Esme," I grunt, following her off the cliff.
"Wow," she smiles, reaching up to kiss me.
"No." she shakes her head. "You are," she kisses me again. "You're too good to me," she whispers. "I don't know how many guys would put up with..."
"Esme," I kiss her forehead. "if I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be here."
I knew what she was talking about. Esme and I have been dating since the beginning of the school year and keeping it secret. She says it's because her parents are 'super religious' and would expect us to get married if she took me to meet them. I believe that. I've met her parents at church. They're certifiable. It's a miracle she's a normal as she is. However, part of me wonders if she's not a bit relieved not to be seen with me in public.
If I had to be honest, I was relieved. With my lanky profile, acne-ridden face and glasses, it's not a mystery why I'm not popular. If people were to find out about us, they would make fun of her for being with me. The thought of her dumping me because of that hurts worse than her keeping me a secret. So, I keep that emotion hidden and find new ways to get out of talking about it.
When we graduate, it won't be a problem anyway. We're both going to Dartmouth in the Fall. We can be together without everyone judging us.
"I love you," she tells me. "You know that. Right?"
"Of course. I love you too."
"My parents are out of town," she nibbles on my lip. "We can go for round two at my place," she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.
"Really?" I raise my eyebrow and grab my shirt from the floor.
"Yeah," she kisses my chest and hops over to the front seat of the car to find her dress. "I just couldn't wait to have you so I pulled over," she winks at me.
"You're such a... what is that?" I spot something soaring out of the sky.
"What? Where?" Esme asks, buttoning her dress.
"There," I point to a small patch of smoke coming off some of the trees.
"It's probably one of those pyro kids starting a forest fire," she starts the car.
"I don't think so," I exit the car and finish putting my shirt on.
"Carlisle," Esme exits the car. "This is how ninety percent of all horror movies start. Let's get back in the car."
"I saw something," I repeat. I look a bit further to see a red mist glowing in the smoke. "Cool."
"Carlisle, no!" Esme starts pulling my arm back. "Don't touch that. It's glowing. You don't know what it is."
"It could be some mysterious element that hasn't been discovered yet...or something," I keep a safe distance and stare at it.
"It could be cancerous," Esme looks at it.
"Here," I take a small cloth bag from her purse and scoop the rock into it. "See. I didn't touch it. You're such a worry wart."
"I just care about you. It would suck if you died," she retorts.
"I lo..shit!" I fall face first into the side of a tree and cause some soot to fall on my face. "God!" I start coughing and brushing the soot off of my face.
"Let's go home," she puts the bag in her purse. "Lucky for you I'm still in the mood."
Esme and I debate about the mystery rock all the way back to her house. We decided to pause our discussion until Round 2 was over.
"Carlisle?" Esme asks, wiping some blood from her face. "I think your nose is bleeding."
"I'm sorry," I rush to her bathroom and flick on the lights to find some tissue. "Crap," I look in the mirror to see blood pooling down my face.
"Oh shit," Esme comes in to check on me. "Are you-"
"Ah!" I wince in pain. "I-"
"My head," I struggle to get out. "It feels like...ah!"
It felt like an elephant was standing on my head. It was paralyzing. I couldn't think straight.
"Carlisle. Look at me," Esme grabs towels and hold them to my face. "I'm calling an..."
I open my eyes to a blinding white light.
Shit. I died.
"Hello, Mr. Cullen," the nurse smiles at me. "It seems like you had a little fainting spell," she looks at my chart.
"Are you okay?" Esme comes into the room with what looks like her delicious lasagna.
"Yeah. I think," I grab a plate of food. "My head is killing me."
"Do you hear that?" I ask. "That static-y sound?"
"No. It's probably your headache," Esme cuddles next to me. "Good news," she pecks my cheek. "Your parents are here."
"You'll most likely be released in the morning."
"Your mom is pretty nice."
Ksssss... I'm not pregnant. That was a false alarm.
"You thought you were pregnant!"
"Oh," Dad sits down. "You didn't touch it."
"I think that 'soot' I inhaled wasn't soot. It was some meteor fragment."
"I'm confused. How can you age? How can you eat food?"
"I inhaled it. I assume when you touched the meteor it got in your skin or your blood."
"I only inhaled a little. Most of it went to my brain. That could be why. You know how normal humans only use ten percent of their brain?"
"Uh huh," I nod.
"I use fifty percent of my brain. As a result, I have telepathy. It passed on to Edward and Alice. Alice can actually use seventy percent of her brain which allows her psychic abilities"
"Telekinesis?" I ask, hopeful.
I always thought that was a badass power.
"No," he laughs. "I guess you need to use eighty percent for that possibility."
"Oh," Dad sighs again. "This was...educational," he stands up.
"Nobody knew about the stone. Our own parents are in the dark. I have no clue how they knew where it was. I'm just glad you were there."
"You're welcome," Dad and I wave it off.
This is so fucking weird.
"I must admit," Edward starts. "Everyone is taking this a lot easier than I expected."
"I thought at least one of you to not believe me...or faint...or both," Dad admitted.
"I know," I agree.
It's actually awkward.
Dad's special phone starts to ring and I immediately know what it going. It's time to leave.