Disclaimer: All characters and character names belong to Stephenie Meyer. Twilight also belongs to her as much as I wish it belonged to me. *wipes away tear*
1. A terrible beginning
It's 29 degrees in Mexico right now. I'm with my mom planting a garden. Even though we try it every year and it doesn't grow back, we do it anyway to spend some time together. Her and Paul (My dad, but 'dad' never really fit him) divorced last year, and I chose to live with her because Paul isn't the nicest person there is. He throws fits when he's drinking, and sometimes it gets pretty bad. But I'm not usually around when it happens; I'm usually up in my room waiting for it to end. That's why my mom left him. She was fed up.
My mom, Steph (Short form for Stephenie), is a joyful, happy person, always busy. She has dark, long hair, naturally wavy and highlighted with a light brown. She has dark blue eyes just like me. We look alike in many ways, we both have the same droopy eyes with full lips and thin hair. We both have a plain tank top on with shorts (Outfits on profile!). We aren't that high on fashion because we aren't that rich. I was raised on a salary of a nurse, but I've always been fine with that.
"Bells, could you go inside and get the phone, please? I need to call your grandmother and ask what time we should go to the airport to pick her up." My mom said, grinning. She loves it when my Grandma Marie, comes down. She doesn't get to see her a lot. She lives across the world, on an island somewhere.
"Sure, mom." I mumbled.
Our house isn't that big. It's about the size of a townhouse. It's a pale brown made of bricks, about 8 years old but still in good shape, except for the leaks in the basement that happen on those rainy days that don't happen too often. My mom tried to fix it but she's not that great at that kind of stuff. The inside was nice, renovated about 4 times. My mom loves renovating. We have a brown leather couch and a matching leather chair for reading. A light brown rug with a glass coffee table on top. Yellow walls – My mom painted them 2 years ago to try and make the place look brighter – with pictures from my childhood years to now.
I'm 16 with wavy dark hair just like my mom. The same dark blue eyes and full lips. I'm tanned with a skinny face and body. I guess I'm exceptionally good looking, not that I really care. I don't have much of a romantic history, because boys never seemed that interested in me. I have a few girlfriends. Alice, Rose and Angie. We're really close friends. We tell everything to each other, including my frightening history with Paul. Angie has a similar history, except with her brother, Ben.
He takes fits also. He's 24 with OCD, and he gets irritable when he doesn't get his way. It's very childish, and we all agree. But she looks to all of us for comfort when he throws a fit because apparently, it's pretty scary. When she called me one night, I could hear him threatening and cursing in the background. I felt so bad for her. But they all feel the same when I phone them…
I went outside to give the phone to my mom. She was so excited, she was pretty much bouncing as she jogged over to grab the phone. She dialled the number very quickly – Since she's called it so many times – and waited impatiently for Grandma May to pick up.
"Hello? Ma?" she said, grinning hugely. "Yea, I'm fine. How about you? What time should I come to the airport to get you?"
Suddenly, all the grinning and excitement turned off immediately, replaced by an expression that was a mixture of pain, sadness and disappointment. It was like turning a switch. The most dominant were pain and sadness.
"Oh no." she mouthed, and then she hung up the phone. "Grandpa had a stroke," she explained, her eyes tight, looking down. "Grandma Marie isn't coming down until he gets better. She said she's sorry."
I looked up at the sky for about half a minute, and when I looked back at my mom, there were tears streaming wildly down her face. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear repeatedly, "Everything's going to be okay, mom. Don't cry. Everything's going to be fine." But the sight of her tears and sadness were making tears overflow my eyes, staining her shirt.
"Who are we going to get to keep you company now?" she wondered out loud. She's going on a trip for a month to Cuba, and Grandma Marie was supposed to come down to watch me. But, of course, she can't come.
"Try Aunt Elizabeth." I said. "She's pretty fun to be around" I suggested.
"Alright." she said, sighing.
After hours of calling twenty or so different people, the only person left was Paul.
"Bells," -Her nickname for me- "I can skip the trip and stay with you. I don't want you to be unhappy. Or maybe-"
"No," I interrupted her, repeating myself once again "go to Cuba, mom, I'll be fine with Paul. I don't want you to be unhappy. Please. I'll be fine."
"Okay. Call me if anything goes wrong though, or if you're scared." she said, clearly seeing through my terrible lying. I've always been a bad liar..
"Mom, don't worry. Don't waste your trip worrying about me, okay? I'm old enough to take care of myself." I told her, trying to make my expression look convincing.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But call me anyway, okay? I'm going to call your father now. I read that the next flight from Whitby is tonight. I'll have to help pay the ticket. Go get ready, alright?" she said, sounding exhausted.
After I took a hot shower to try and relax myself, I flew down the stairs and into the car.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you, Bells?" my mom asked, again.
"No, mom, don't worry about it. Please. I'll be fine. Remember, I know how to take care of myself." I said, a little harshly.
"Okay, but I hope he doesn't throw one of those fits. It worries me… I don't want you to get hurt…"
"Mom," I said, sighing, since I've said this ten times already. "please. I'll go to Ali's if anything goes wrong, alright?"
Her expression was still worried, even though she was trying hard to hide it. "Okay, fine. Don't do anything to work him up."
"Obviously." I grumbled, too low for her to hear.
The rest of the car ride was long, but silent. I looked out of the window most of the time, looking at the sand and cactus', trying to hide my expression. I knew that if she seen it, she would turn around and demand that she stay home with me.
When we got to the tiny airport -that almost looked like a house- I saw Paul standing at the top of the stairs, waiting impatiently. His expression was cold, like usual. He isn't the happiest man. He has soft, curly light brown hair, about two inches long. He's a bank accountant, so he has a faded black suit on with a silky red tie (Outfit on profile!). His shoes are professionally polished, since he got most of the money out of the marriage.
"Hey, Bell! Hi, Steph." he shouted, running down the stairs, trying to force some enthusiasm into his voice.
"Hi, dad." I sighed. It's considered rude to him to call your parents by their first names.
"So what are we going to be doing this month, Bella?" he asked, awkwardly putting his arm around my shoulder.
"I don't know." I murmured. I wasn't trying hard to force fake emotions into my voice. My mood automatically changed to miserable when we got here, but I didn't try to show it on my face. I didn't want to upset my mom or Paul.
"Okay then. I have a few things planned. This should be fun!" he mused, grinning down at me. He was about 6 feet tall.
"Yeah, like drinking." I mumbled, quietly, hopeful that he wouldn't here.
"What?" he questioned back.
"Nothing."
On the way home, it was silent like on the way back. Until Paul decided to break the silence.
"So, Bells, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked randomly, eyeing me indifferently.
"No…" I murmured.
"Oh. Strange.." It sounded like he was talking to himself.
After that short conversation, we arrived at home. My mom rushed upstairs to grab her bags, so she doesn't miss her flight.
As I was waiting for my mom to be done, Paul walked over to me, and eyed me suspiciously.
"I'm not in a good mood at this time, and I would rather you not get on my nerves, or else…" he didn't bother to finish his threat.
Before I could respond, my mom ran down the stairs and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Love you so much, Bells. Have fun. Bye, Paul, behave." She said.
As she finished she rushed out the door and left me to face Paul.
(A/N) Poor Bella :(
K so this is my first fan fiction, I just got bored so I randomly started it. Tell me if you like it! It's okay to post constructive criticism because I need it lol; first time.
Do you think it's a good story line? Good? Bad? *bites nails* Review! I wanna know if it's good.
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