Heyy!

Well this is my new story, it's been going through my head for a while and after some convincing, I decided to go for it. Thanks Random-Girl87! :) You've been a great help.

Here it is, hope you enjoy it...

Chapter One

Edward Masen

Sunday 3rd November 2009

Why? Why me?

Did I really deserve all this shit?

My life was good, better than that it was perfect. I had a nice house, family, no worries and now… well now that's all gone.

I don't get it. People expect you to act perfect for every job you do. You can't be perfect everyday; it's not humanly possible. Fact.

When my parents died, I inherited all their earnings and the family house, which took all the stress of finding a job and a place to rent, away. I had it all now it's gone. Just like that, at the click of a finger.

Yeah I'll admit, I blew most of the money on alcohol and pointless crap I didn't really need, apart from my baby. I would die for my car, it's so beautiful, and it's probably the only thing I do care about in my shit life.

My car, that's all that's left now. The only thing I'll hold on to. Spent all the money and was forced to give at least a quarter to some extended family up north. I don't actually think their family just my Godparents or some shit.

Bet the house away in a drunken bet to some idiot at a club. I decided to sell my parents belongings; they only just made me feel worse about my life than it already is. So there I was, homeless, broke and only a car to live from.

I got simple jobs here and there; it paid enough for me to get by a few months. Managed to rent an apartment, which I lost when I lost my job. Damn my life was worse than shit, it was fucked up and I'm only 21. I should be at college, getting a degree, getting a place in life. Like my mother said to me 'I was free spirit' and you're not being a free spirit when you do what everybody else does.

I was forced to go and visit a guidance counsellor to get my life back on track. It just threw me back into a deeper depression. They hot shrink suggested I get out of the city and move away to somewhere smaller, somewhere I had no regrets or memories that hurt to much. It was plainly obvious that she wanted to do me, even with that solid gold band on her left hand.

After a few more sessions of eye-fucking each other, she had made some calls and got into touch with my God family, the fuckers who took my money, and they were willing for me to stay with them until I got back onto my feet. It sounded fairly simple, apart from the idea of having to find myself another apartment and another job.

With every thing I owned packed into my car, every box crammed into my baby. The rest of my shit was being flown out later in the week. Until I packed, I didn't realise I owned so much stuff that meant a lot to me.

I lay across the grass in front on my parent's marble gravestones. Even though my life was messed up. Once a week I managed to visit them, tell them about my week, I think it was the only thing that kept me sane.

I traced my finger across their names. My father's name, which I thought would be on my gravestone soon if I hadn't been advised to move away from here.

Edward Anthony Masen.

I would make my dad proud that he named me after him. I looked at my mother's grave.

Elizabeth Ann Masen.

I would make her proud. I would turn my life around. I had to, for them.

"I love you guys… I promise that I'd make you proud of me… I promise," a silent tear fell across my face. "I promise."

Walking back to my car, I stopped at the gates and turned back to face my parents head stones. Hopefully I wouldn't return back here if it made me a better person.

The drive to Forks was quick. Well quick as in it took 2 days to drive and I was only half way. I stopped at a motel every night, giving myself a decent night's sleep. Then I drove all day the next day.

I pulled into the car park of a motel off the main road. It was a small quaint place, which screamed horror movie. I got out of the car after parking it close to the reception.

"Can I help you sir?" a woman asked from behind the old desk.

"Err yes… I'm looking for a room to stay for the night."

"Of course, just a single room?" I nodded. "That'll be $35." I handed her the money. "Well here you go then." she stood up and handed me a door key.

"Thanks." I smiled then turned and headed out to find my room.

Unlike other nights, I slept like a baby. But not tonight, I felt uncomfortable, unsettled. Maybe it was the thought of going to a new place, staying with new people, starting a new life.

I was wide-awake when the clock turned 6am. I don't think I actually slept at all last night.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, putting on a clean shirt and underwear, I headed out the room and to my car.

I stopped at a diner a few hours into my drive, grabbing a coffee and pancakes before my last couple of hours until I reached my destination.

Thursday 7th November 2009

I pulled into the driveway of a small town house on the outskirts of town. Two cars were in the drive; I was not looking forward to this. I parked my car behind a silver Audi, probably brought with my money no doubt. Least they could have brought a bigger house. I can't be doing with the whole 'we're a close-knit family'.

I stepped out of the car and locked it behind me. I made my way to the front door, up the front steps then tapped twice on the door.

No answer.

I knocked again, still no answer. I clenched my fist and banged on the door again.

"Hello?"

"Hold on a second" a female shouted from behind the door. I sighed and stepped back. The door opened and a petite woman with auburn hair was standing there with one hand on her hip and the other on the door. "Can I help you?"

"Err… I'm Edward, Edward Masen I was-"

"That's you? Thought you'd be a lot fatter than you are."

"Thanks?" was that a compliment?

"So we're stuck with you?" I nodded. "Do you plan to stay long here?"

"Until I get a job then find a place."

"Make it fast… I don't like slackers." okay?

She stepped back and I followed her in, it was nice inside. The steps were right behind the front door. The hall had two doors leading off it; one to the lounge, another to the dining room, next to the stairs was a long corridor, which must have lead to the kitchen.

"Nice place." I told her, she just nodded. "Don't want to be rude… but err… what's your name?"

She smiled. "Esme Cullen, your Godmother." I nodded.

"Esme… is that him?" I heard a voice shout from the corridor.

"Yes dear… that's Carlisle, my husband." I heard a door squeak shout and locks being turned. I looked at Esme. "He's just locking the cellar door, dangerous down there."

"Oh."

"Edward Masen… you just look like your father." Carlisle said walking up to me. He was a tall muscular man, with a mop of blonde hair.

"My father wasn't fat." he laughed.

"Esme and her mind." he said wrapping an arm around her. "But I mean it Edward; you look just like him, your bronze hair and muscular build"

"That's nice to hear."

"So Edward, we'll let you settle in. There are only two bedrooms upstairs and a bathroom, but we both have our own bathrooms" I nodded. "The kitchens full of food for you… we're both going out tonight, so we won't be able to cook, you can cook right?"

"Sort of."

"You'll be fine." Esme smiled. "Go, go, and settle in."

"Thank you… I really appreciate it." they both nodded. I walked past them and started to walk up the stairs.

"Oh and Edward?" I turned to face Carlisle. "You're living under in my house and it's my rules. You'll appreciate the fact that Esme and I like our privacy."

"That's fine."

"And don't ask questions." I nodded. Weird.

I managed to cram in most of my belongings into the small room at the back of the house. Seriously, the room could only fit a single bed and Chester draws. Along with all my shit, there was barely any space for me. The walls were a bland green, which matched the carpet and bed sheets. The bed, well… the iron framing made it seem like it was from the nineteen century or some shit.

I lay across the bed and looked up to the ceiling. A single light hung down, with no shade. The light flickered away from my dull room; great, just great. I sat up and let my feet dangle of the end of the bed. The curtains were barely drawn. With a groan I sulked over and pulled them apart, damn they were stiff. Has this room ever been used? The velvet brown curtains were covered in dust, which now covered my hands and the air around my face.

The window ledge was all chipped away, the white paint covered in coffee stains and more dust. The windows didn't pass as windows, you could barely see out of them. I yanked open and let the fresh air come into my room.

Resting on the ledge, I stuck my head out and breathed in the cool air. It was November time and ice was already forming on the lawn outside. It looked a nice yard, from up here. A small patio with a table and chairs and the grass was surrounded by flowerbeds and vegetable patches with a shed at the end of the garden.

Past the shed, I could see that the house was surrounded by a forest, thick trees which filled my view.

There was a knock at my door; I pulled my head back into the room and turned to face Esme, who was standing at my door.

"Is everything alright?" she asked me.

"Yes thank you." I smiled back.

"If you moved all those boxes, the door leads on to your bathroom."

"I just have to find somewhere to put them all." she nodded.

"Well Carlisle and I are heading out now… so just get familiar with the house and the cooker takes exactly 37 minutes to warm up." Get a new one. "So I would suggest using the microwave"

"Yeah okay… I'll probably just have a pot noodle of something simple. I'm not hungry for much."

"We don't have pot noodles at this house." Oh.

"Okay then, when I'm in the town I'll pick some up." I smiled.

"No. Carlisle and I don't like noodles, so you will not be 'picking' any up." you don't have to eat them.

"That's fine." I shrugged "Enjoy your night." she nodded and left the room.

I'll just have to hide my noodles in my room them. Hope they're not the type to do room checks. My mother did them all the time, just to entertain herself and embarrass me on the magazines she found.

They never cared what I ate. I'd eat anything me, but since they died… I've just lost my appetite.

I heard the downstairs door slam shut. The house was silent. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to move some of the boxes out of the way. I climbed over some to the bathroom door and wedged it open.

The bathroom was small and clean. White tiled walls and floor, a shower in the corner and a toilet and sink and a cabinet to put my toiletries in.

I walked down stairs and headed towards the kitchen. It was a nice kitchen, decent size with a table and chairs in the middle. The yellow flowery wallpaper, made me want to vomit, along with the cream cabinets.

I opened some cupboards to see what option I had to eat, nothing, absolutely nothing. It was just full of organic crap; I'm supposed to live of this? Hell no. Take out, it is.

I turned back and headed back down the corridor, another door lead into the lounge, but just before it was another door. That must be the cellar door.

I searched around for take out menus and saw a pizza take out. This is more like it. I dialled the number and ordered my very large pizza. Before it arrived, I managed to find a couple of cans of beer and a decent movie. With the twenty pound in my hand I waited for the pizza to arrive.

Damn I'm bored.

Waiting, and still waiting.

Finally the doorbell went. In record time I answered, to find a very large man with shaved black hair, grinning like a puppy.

"You're Edward?" Err? "I've heard a lot about you… good to meet you man." I just nodded. Give me my damn pizza then leave. "How long you in town for?"

"Erm… moved here… so as long I have a job."

"What do you do?" he asked.

"Nothing at the moment." he smiled.

"Well here you go" Finally. He handed my pizza. "That'll be twenty bucks." I handed him the money.

"Just to make it clear… I'm not gay… but here's my number. Call me and we can meet up, you need to meet people." I nodded.

"Thanks" I smiled putting his card into my back pocket.

"I'm Emmett by the way… see you round." I watched him head back to his jeep and drive off.

All the pizza gone, all the beer gone and the movies finished, what to do now? I put the rubbish in the bin, and slouched back down towards the lounge. I stopped and looked at the bookcase, which was opposite the cellar door. They were just classics.

The doorbell went making me jump. I sighed and headed to the door. I opened it to see a very beautiful blonde-haired women smiling at me.

"Edward! So good to see you." she squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Hi?" I replied confused.

"I'm Rose, Carlisle and Esme's niece. It's so good to finally meet you." she said walking past me and into the house.

"You too, Carlisle and Esme are out-."

"Oh I know… I wanted to meet you and finish a couple of things." I nodded.

"Well you know the house better then me, so don't let me get in your way." I said and turning back to the lounge.

"Edward, not to be rude… but… err… can you have a shower? You're a bit stinky." she said looking away from me. I sniffed my armpits, they weren't that bad. "I don't mean to be rude."

"If it bothers you then… okay I guess." I said then headed off up the stairs.

Damn, I did need a shower. The hot water was so nice on my body. I got out and found my old sweets and t-shirt. I brushed my teeth then headed back down the stairs.

My feet went underneath, with the rug on the landing.

Crap, shit, fuck!

My ass kills. This is so not cool.

I stood back up and carefully walked back down the stairs. I heard a door squeak shut and again locks turned. I met Rose by the corridor. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes were red.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah… just gets hot down there"

"Where?"

"The cellar"

"Isn't the cellar supposed to be dangerous, I was told not to go in there." she smiled.

"It is, but I work on a construction site and they say they can rebuild the structure of it or something like that… I'm just a secretary."

"What's exactly wrong?" I asked her.

"The walls aren't stable… when they had the house refurbished… the missed out the cellar."

"Why are you down there, if it's dangerous, surely they could get some one to come round?"

"Oh, I know what I'm doing down there… don't worry." she smiled and walked past me. "I'll be going now… see you soon and it was nice to meet you Edward."

"Yeah you to Rose." I smiled and watched her leave.

I walked up to the cellar door. The door did look really old, that would explain the squeaking. But the locks? Seriously, we're not retards, if we can't go down there, we won't.

I banged my hand against the door and watched the dust fall of. I banged my hand against it again; creating rhythm…wow I'm bored.

So? Should I stop? Carry on? Can you let me know?

I want to get the bases of the story going before, I start with the main storyline which is The Cellar! But if you guys like it, it won't be far off.