AN: Hey people… School's finally done (only two more exams to go!) and I have a lot planned for this summer. I hadn't anticipated this story, but it popped in my mind earlier today and ya'll deserve a treat… So here ya go and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and I do not own any characters or themes associated with the Twilight Saga. I only use her characters and background as base for my foolish imagination and its silly creations
The Dog Walker-Prolouge
I was four years old when my mother walked out on us. My brother, Emmett, was eight at the time and knew what had happened. He came to pick me up from day care that day. I was baffled to see him there, but I was glad. I had always adored him and was very proud of my older brother. I remember that he came up to me and picked me up, putting me on his hip. Even then he was strong for his age.
"Hey Belly-Boo," he said as a way of greeting, "Mommy couldn't come and Daddy is busy, so I came instead." I'd laughed at him and hugged him gladly. I had no way of knowing my life would never be the same again.
It took some time for things to sink in, especially for me. It was hard to wrap my head around the idea of never seeing my mother again. She'd always been such a big part of my life, and I loved her so much. I'd called her "Silly Mommy" since she behaved goofily. She was silly and funny and very childish, but I was young and it suited me. She was a kindergarten teacher, and loved working with children very much, and she loved us terribly. Years later, I still couldn't understand why she left. She loved us, her job, and was completely head over heels for my father. And still, she vanished.
The months that came afterwards were dark. Thinking back, they were the saddest part of my childhood. My father loved my mother very dearly and couldn't fathom why she just picked up and left. He became very depressed, and struggled to live normally as he had before. Emmett and I both resembled our mother in a way, and Charlie could not bear to look at us. I know he wanted to, but we were a huge and very painful reminder of the beloved wife he had lost. This worried his friends and raised their concern for our father as well as us. Billy and Sarah Black, who lived down in La Push and had children around our ages, helped Charlie and took us in whenever they could. Harry and Sue Clearwater did the same. It was from the La Push men that Emmett and I heard the tribe's legends and learned of their deep connection to wolves. Sarah had noticed our great fascination with the stories and had an idea that changed our lives yet again.
That same year on Mother's day Sarah was late picking us up from school, but when she came, she was not alone. In a carton box in the backseat of her car, slept a chocolate-colored puppy. She showed him to us and told us he was from the pound and she got him especially for us. We were successfully distracted from the cruelty of the day, and Liam became an inseparable part of our family.
AN: So…what do you think? Please Review! ;P