Summary:
Bella has been in foster care for nine years because charlie, her dad, died and her mother, renee, was unfit to care for her. When she turns 18, she goes to live with Her childhood friend. There, she finds out that the people she thought were her parents, were'nt her blood relation. She goes in search of her real parents. Along the way she meets Edward. A man she bumps into quite alot.
Ages:
Jacob; 22
Bella;18
'Flashbacks'
Thoughts
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Twilight. Jeez! Do you have to rub it in!?
Ch.1
"Isabella?" said a scrawny little 10 year old girl. I turned to her.
"Casey, if I told you once then I told you a million other times. Please, I like to be called Bella. Now, what is it?" I turned back and put what little bit of clothes I had, away in my suitcase.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"I'm going to see if I can move in with my old friend."
"Can I come?" she looked at me with hopeful eyes. I really didn't want to crush her hopes.
"I'm sorry but only I can go."
"Ok." She said pitifully. I finished packing up my stuff. I was closing the lid when I heard a muffled sob. It was Casey. I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her.
"Aww, sweetie. It's ok. I promise that when I get my life together, I'm going to come back and get you." I kissed her forehead.
"Promise?"
"Promise." Reluctantly I unwrapped myself from her. I grabbed my suitcase and purse.
"Casey, I'll call you when I get in, ok?"
"Ok." I took one last look at her then walked down downstairs. In the kitchen was my foster mother, Rachel, cooking dinner.
"Rachel, I'm leaving." She turned away from the stove to envelope me in a hug. I dropped my suit case and purse to hug her back.
"I going to miss you, you were always such a good kid." She sniffled. All this hugging and crying was making this soo much harder than it is.
"I'll try to visit." She dropped her arms from me.
"I know you will. You always were a child who holds their word." I picked up my suitcase and purse then opened up the back door.
"Bye, Tell Casey, I'll miss her."
"Will do." With that I walked outside and closed the door to a house that I have come to love. I was in foster care for 9 years. I wasn't always in foster Care. I had a loving Father and Mother. My dad was the chief of police and my mom was a certified nurse. One day My dad had went on a call for gang shooting. He never came back home. We held his funeral a week before valentine's day. That was the worst day of our life. My mom was taking it harder than me. She stopped going to work, and picked up drinking. She would always go to bars and wouldn't come home till the next day, leaving me alone. One time, she left me in the house for 3 days without any food because she didn't come home. I ended up going to the neighbors house for food but instead of food, they gave me a room in their house. They called child services and took my mom to court. The judge thought her to be an unfit parent, and had her locked up for 2 years. The judge sentenced me to foster care, which is how I met Rachel. Casey joined our little family when her dad didn't want her anymore. He left her on our doorstep.
Hmmm. I blew out a breath. I walked to over to Turner St. to go to a payphone. When I got there, I set my bags on the ground behind me, put 50 cents in the machine, then called up my friend.
"Hello?" A deep voice said.
"Jacob? It's Bella."
"Bella?! I haven't heard from you in years!" He exclaimed. That's the thing about Jacob, he always greets you as if your his long lost cousin
"Jake, stop exaggerating, it's only been 2 years." Jake chuckled. It was a sort of rumbling sound.
"How's it going?" I didn't say anything. How was I supposed to tell him that I got kicked out the foster care system and out into the streets? That's the thing about foster care. As soon as you turn 18, you get kicked out. They don't care if your homeless because 18 is the age your considered an adult. Yep, I was 18. After a couple of minutes Jacob asked,
"Bella, what's wrong?"
"Umm... I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while? I don't want to intrude or anything. I could find someplace else to live and-" Jacob cut off my babbling.
"Bella, stop. Of course you can stay with me." I sighed in relief.
"Oh thank you Jake! You don't know how much this means to me!"
"Ok, I live on 432 Woodrow Road. It's the fourth house on the left. Do you want me to call a cab?"
"Thanks but no thanks, your already doing enough by letting me stay with you."
"I insist." He said firmly.
"But-" I started.
"Stop being impossible, I'll send a cab up. Where are you?"
" Turner st. You know the one over there where dairy queen used to be?"
"I know. I'll see you in a few." With that he hung up. I hung up the phone then turned around to retrieve my bags. I waited for about five minutes when I heard the bleeps of the cab. When the cab stopped, I put my suitcase in the trunk then hopped in the car.
"Where to miss?" said the scraggly voice of the cab driver.
"432 Woodrow Road."
"Ok." The cab driver pulled out of the street then took off into the distance. As I rode along, I thought about Jake. We've been friends since we were practically in diapers. Our parents knew each other since high school so we have some family history between us. Jake was always sweet and trustworthy to me, making him my best friend. We lost contact 2 years ago when Jake moved.
After about 30 minutes, I arrived at Jake's house. It was huge! A big light blue house with white shutters and wide windows. I gave a couple of twenties to the cab driver then stepped out the car. The cab took out of there like a bat out of hell, barely giving me enough time to close my car door. I walked up to the stairs then knocked. There door opened then there stood a tall man who looked nothing like the Jacob I remembered.
This isn't Jake. This guy was about '6,6' to my '5,7'. The Jake I remembered was only 4 inches taller than me. I took in the rest of him. He was built with wiry muscles and had shoulder length shaggy Black hair. When I looked at his exposed right arm and saw the scar, I knew it was him. Only Jacob had it. He'd gotten it when we were 8, scaling fences, and one fence got him. Jacob's father, Billy, and I went to the hospital with him so he could get stitches. After Jake was patched up, we both looked at the scar and agreed that it looked like a moon. (A.N. Sorry, cliché thing for werewolves in movies, had to put that in!)
"Jake." I said surprised. I scrolled my eyes up to his face and was met with his dark eyes staring shocked down at me.
"Bella?" He asked. I nodded my head. Jake seemed to get his composure back before me because he knelt down picked me up in a bone crushing hug.
"Can't… breathe." I choked out. He laughed then let me go.
"Come on, get inside." I walked inside the house. Jacob closed the door, locked it, then grabbed my shoulders and held me arms width away.
"How are you?" He grinned broadly at me. It was an infectious smile because I found myself grinning back.
"Good."
"You look it too." I blushed a deep red.
"So, where's your bags?" He asked. I looked down at the ground next to me and saw nothing. My smile turned into a frown and my blush went away. Where was it? Then it hit me. I left it in the trunk of the cab. I let out a heavy breath.
"What's the matter?" Jacob asked lifting up my chin with his hand, looking in my face with concern.
"I left all of m stuff in the back of the cab."
"Do you know the cab's number?"
"No." I felt stupid. I should have at least got the cab number, in case something like this happened.
"Well that doesn't help you at all." Said Jacob. I yanked myself away from him and put my back towards him.
"Jake, your not making this situation any better." I snapped. This situation was getting me wound tighter than a bow and arrow.
"Whoa, is that any way to talk to the man whose letting you live in his house, free of charge?" I felt instantly bad for snapping at him.
"Sorry." I said in a small voice.
"I was just kidding." He said. I felt something wet on my face. Tears. I can't cry right now! Two tears traitor tears rolled down my face without my permission. I sniffled.
"Bella?" Jake came over, twisted me toward him, then wrapped his arms around me. I stiffened.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to nothing of it." he murmured Sobs racketed through me. When I felt myself stop, I relaxed into his arms.
"No, it's not that, it's just… everything. Everything I owned was in there…" I sniffled again then put my head further into his chest. Jacob stroked my hair then said, " Shhh, look, I'll call the cab place and see if they found a suitcase in one of their cars." I pulled away from him, wiped my eyes and nodded my head.
"Thanks Jake."
"No problem." Jake walked down a hallway and into the kitchen. I followed him. 30 minutes later, Jake tells me that the cab place didn't find a suitcase.
"Their lying! My cabbie probably stole my stuff and management is in cahoots with him. I will never trust another cabbie again. They can all go to hell for all I care!" I burst out. I plopped down on one of the kitchen table chairs.
"Now what am I going to do? No clothing, no nothing!"
"Bella, we can always go out and you can get more clothes." said Jake reassuringly.
"Buy clothes with what money?! I'm broke! I've never had excess money in my entire life!" Jacob stared blankly at me through my little outburst then said,
"I'll buy your stuff." I put my head in my hands.
"Jake, no. You've done enough for me today."
"Bella, you're my guest. It wouldn't be right for me to have you have nothing. When a friend is in need, you help them." I pulled my head up.
"Your going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope." He said popping the 'p'.
"Fine."
"You want to go now?" He asked. I glanced at the stove clock. 8:43 pm. I left my home about an hour or so ago.
"No, I'm swamped. Can we go tomorrow?" I said not lying. I was tired. My body was drooping with the exhaustion of the day.
"Sure. Want to eat something or did you eat already?"
"I'm not really hungry. I just want to sleep. Could I borrow some clothes to sleep in?"
"Yeah. I'll get them for you just follow me." He got up and went down a hallway, stopping at the first door to the left. He opened it then disappeared into the room. Moments later he comes back out with some boxer shorts and an Ohio state t-shirt. (That's my home state. Had to represent. Lol!) I grabbed them from him.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Your room's just down this hallway." he said pointing to the third door on the right.
"Ok. Jake. Thanks, for everything." I got up on my tiptoes. Sensing what I was trying to do, Jacob lowered his head. I pecked him on the cheek then walked down the hallway.
"Night." I called over my shoulder. I opened up my room door. Before I closed it I heard Jake say "Night." I flopped down on my bed. It was soft and super fluffy. I was too tired to check out the room. I'll have to do it in the morning. I stripped off my clothes then put on Jake's. I dived under the blankets then fell asleep.
(A.N. So…how did I do? There's really nothing going on in this first chapter but believe me, there is a lot of drama coming smiles devilishly AND don't worry, it's an E & B story. Edward will show up soon.