"Why am I doing this again?" I asked my mother as I leaned against the car in the airport parking lot.
"Don't ask me that. You are the one that came up with this crazy idea" She said looking me with tears in her eyes as she was getting all my things out from the car.
It was true. I wanted to do this; no, scratch that, I needed to do this. For the first time in a long time I decided to do something for myself. Since my father took off and left us behind my mother has been a fucking mess, of course she will never admit it. At first I panicked when I heard her crying, but then it became so usual for her to cry that I was worried when she didn't. Then came the alcohol, I guess it was a way for her to deal with the hole my dad had left behind. She would drink for days and I was the one that had to take care of her. I became the head of our family of two. But after that day I just couldn't do it anymore, I needed a way out and she needed professional help. That takes us to me being here, about to take a plane to my cousin's house in the middle of nowhere while my mom went to rehab in a center where they will help her.
After we gathered all my things we started walking toward the doors. My mom was dragging her feet as if that will give her more time with me; she had had more than enough time before. After we got all my things in order and I was ready to board the plane.
"I guess this is good bye, no?" I said, my voice not breaking a little bit.
"I guess it is. But just for a while. I'll see you when I get better. I promise" She said trying to comfort me.
"Sure" Her promises no longer meant something to me. I was tired of being promised things that will never happen.
"I know I have not been the best of mothers these last couple of years, but I'll get better and then everything will be as it used to be before he…" She couldn't even finish that sentence without bursting into tears.
"Mom, please don't cry" I said as I hugged her "You go to rehab and we'll see how things turn out, okay?"
"Yes, yes. You go and have fun with little Isabella meanwhile. And don't forget to be good to Charlie" She said.
"Yeas mom I will" I said as I was turning around to get on my plane "I love you. Don't forget that" Was the last thing I said to her before leaving her standing in the middle of the airport in Tucson, Arizona.
After I finally got settled in the plane I took my book out and spent the whole flight to Seattle reading it. When we arrived I was nervous. Isabelle was supposed to pick me up here and then we would drive all the way to Forks, my new home for the next year. What if she didn't like me? What if I didn´t like her? What if I didn't like Forks at all?
I got my shit together and went to get my luggage. I was shaking from head to toe, I couldn't do this! I should have stayed with my mom. I was jolted from my thoughts by the feeling of a guy slamming into me, sending me directly to the floor.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry; I didn't look where I was going!" He said while we was picking up my things
"Ahhh. I noticed" I said while I was getting up and rubbing my ass that hurt like a bitch. I turned to look at my attacker and couldn't help but drool a little. He was definitely handsome. His image screamed bad boy. He was taller than me, lean, pronounced jaw, green eyes and some crazy as fuck hair. He was wearing a leather jacket, white v-neck and faded jeans. He smelled like cigarettes and something more which I couldn't place.
"Again, I'm really sorry" He said and I couldn't help but notice that he was checking me out. I know I am kind of attractive, boys back home noticed me. I was tanned since there was some Latin blood running through my veins thanks to my dad. My hair was long and black, my lips were pouty and my nose straight. Sounds really plain right? But what gave me something especial were my eyes, I had a thing called Heterochromia, which meant that I had different colored eyes. One was brow and the other was kind of blue. When I was little this used to bother me, but as I grew up I liked it. "Yeah, don't worry" I said as I smiled ad him "I like your eyes" He said "They are different. Different is good" "Thanks, I guess" I answered He opened his mouth to say something else but we were suddenly interrupted by my dear cousin. "Alex! You are finally here, I was worried you…Edward? What are you doing here?" Isabella said while she approached us. "Bella" He said, while making a funny face. I guess he didn't like her much. "I'm here to pick my parents up, they just arrived from visiting Alice" "Oh" she said making an O with her mouth "How is she?" "I rather not talk about this with you" He said in a sudden rude way "I've got to get going. Nice to meet you Alex" He said and then turned around and walked away "What the fuck was that?" I asked Isabella "Ah, just an ex boyfriend, but I think we're getting back together soon" She said smiling The drive to Forks was, for lack of better words, awkward. I kept calling my cousin Isabella and she kept reminding me that now she preferred being called Bella. I asked about Charlie and Rene and in return she asked about Arizona. My mom was never mentioned, and I was glad. When we finally arrived I couldn't help but notice the difference between Tucson and Forks. I was used to the heat and the sun, here rained almost every day and seeing the sun was kind of a weird thing to happen. Getting used to this was going to take some time. Uncle Charlie was working so Isabella showed me my room and left me to get settled. I appreciated the peace and quiet. I got my things and order and got in bed. Sleep came easily and my dreams were filled with Arizona sun and the feeling of my mother's arms around me.