Hey Guys so I always wondered what Seth's Imprint would be like. I always loved Seth and I thought that he should have an Imprint. I mean Seth needs some love in his life. I had an idea on how it should go so I decided to write it. I hope you like it. This is chapter one! PS: Don't forget to check out my other stories if you haven't done so and always REVIEW! Cause I wont know what you think if you don't tell me! Thanks LOVE you!
Life is never easy not for anyone. But for some lucky people it was easier than for others. I was not one of those lucky people, though my life isn't the worst one out there, it still makes me cry once in a while. But in reality I should be thankful that I am not a genocide victim that saw her entire family die, or a child who was abandoned in the road, or a little girl who was forced to work in an army and raped repetitively because of it. Compared to genocide survivors, or countless of people out there my life is good. I'm happy I have what I have even if it's not a lot or its not the best condition in the world. My name is Anna I am 16 years old. I live in Forks, Washington with my father. I used to have a mother but she died giving birth to my brother and I. My twin brother's name is Kyle, he doesn't live with us anymore, and in fact he lives in the hospital.
He's been in a Coma for almost a year when he was shot in the head. It happened one day when we were walking home from school. I had just broken up with my boyfriend because he was becoming to controlling and semi abusive. I ended it and walked away, I thought we had ended on good terms but I was wrong. When we were walking home from school, he came up to us with a gun in his hand, and said that if I didn't get back together with him he would shoot me and then shoot himself. I said I didn't want to, I said I wanted us to be friends, I said I was sorry but I wasn't the girl for him and that he would find his perfect match. He then aimed the gun at me and just when he was about to shoot, my brother got in the way and he shot him instead. The bullet hit him in the side of the head and he fell to the ground. Then he shot me in the shoulder and after seeing me fall to the ground he shot himself, killing himself. Both my brother and I had to get surgery to remove the bullet. I recovered after a month in the hospital but my brother has been in a coma ever since. The doctors say that when he recovers he won't have any permanent brain damage because the bullet didn't go deep and didn't hit his brain directly. They say that they are sure he will recover he just needs some time.
My dad is an alcoholic; he has been since my mom died. When Kyle and I were kids, it wasn't so bad, he almost recovered one time. He never hit us, was never abusive, he was a good parent. He did his best to protect us and provide for us. We always had food on the table, money for trips, toys, everything we could ask for my dad would work to get. When my brother fell into a Coma his addiction intensified. He is a complete alcoholic, a lot of time he spends the money he makes at work on alcohol. That's what forced me to get a job, I work in a Hair Salon. Since the owner of the salon is the mother to the boy who shot me, she pays me double the minim wage. She says that is the least she can do after everything her family has put mine through. She and her husband have also helped my family when we need it. I feel bad taking her money but she says it's her duty to help us.
Sometimes when my father comes home drunk he gets so angry he beats me and I let him. I never fight back, not because I'm scared but because I know that he needs to hit me. He needs to get the anger out of his system, he is angry and alone and I know he loves me. When he is done, he usually sobers up and hugs me and kisses me apologizing. Sometimes he even breaks down crying and I forgive him hugging him telling him everything is going to be okay. I always hide my bruises because I don't want to be taken away from him. My dad is not a bad person he is a great guy and I love him so much.
I was lying in bed staring at the roof. It was 6:30 on a Thursday morning in July, Even though it was summer, I had a bunch of errands to do. I had to go to work, visit my brother, go shopping for food, and clean the house. My dad would be working all day in the factory today and I had to help around the house. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom took and took a shower. Then I went into my room and got dressed. After that I went downstairs to the kitchen where my dad was holding his head in his hands. I sighed he was hung-over again. I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek,
"Morning Daddy" I said in a quiet voice, I knew that when he was hung-over he hated loud noises. So I was always as quiet as possible. He winced but then looked at me and smiled.
"Morning" he said, "Where are my sunglasses?" I smiled and handed them to him. I walked to the fridge and pulled out a special juice blend of fruits and vegetables that helped him get over his hang over. I poured him a glass and took an aspirin form the cabinet and put it in front of him. "Thanks" he said and drank the aspirin and juice. He sighed and finished the glass I poured him another one and started to work on my breakfast. I made cereal for both of us and sat down in front of it eating it. He looked at me with a guilty look on his face,
"What's wrong?" I asked,
"I'm doing it again aren't I?"
"Doing what?" I asked even though I already knew the answer,
"Making you take care of me when I should be taking care of you." He said
"I don't mind-" I started but then I was cut of with him looking at my wrist where the latest bruise was he reached and toughed it gently the saddest look on his face, it made me want to cry,
"I did that," he whispered, I went over to him and gave him a hug, I hated when he felt guilty about this situation, it wasn't his fault that all this happened, that he turned the way he was, "I'm so sorry" he said,
"It's okay," I said, "I forgive you"
"How did I get so lucky to have a daughter as amazing as you?" he said and I looked up and he was smiling, I smiled back at him and he kissed me on the head. I got up and went back to my cereal. When we both finished I put the bowls in the sink and washed them. Then I walked upstairs to brush my teeth. When I came back downstairs my dad was getting ready for work. Before he left for work he told me that he might be late tonight he had some things to take care of at work, then he kissed me and drove away in his truck. I finished getting ready for work and then left the house locking the door before I left.
When I got to work Linda my boss smiled at me and told what she needed and me who was coming in today. I got to work, washing clients hair, cleaning the hair that fell, organizing the supply closets, everything that needed to be done I did it. I even made lunch calls for the other employees. When my day finished it was 4:30. I said goodbye to Linda and made my way to the hospital. The receptionist already knew me and smiled at me when I came in. She asked me about my dad and I asked her about her newborn son. She told me he was fine and I told her that my dad was still hitting a rough patch but that we would survive. As I walked to my brother's room, I already knew what to expect, I knew how I would see him, and I knew that he would be sleeping. I always hade a small amount of hope that he would wake up, but I also knew that he would wake up when he was ready. I walked into the room and I saw him lying on his bed. I walked over to him and brought a chair close to his bed and sat down holding his hand.
"Hey Kyle" I said, "I miss you, a lot, daddy isn't getting any better but I still love him anyway. When he saw one of the bruises he almost cried and apologized for causing them. I love him a lot and I don't blame him for anything. I had a dream from when we were little kids, it was the time we were riding horses together and I was sad because I wasn't as good as you. And you told me that one day I would be, that one day I would be better because I was a kid that could do anything I wanted to, Then you helped me until I was as good as you. And when I was you said, 'See I told you, you could do it'. I miss doing those things with you. I miss talking to you. I miss hearing your advice. I hope you wake up soon so that you and I can talk again." I smiled at him remembering all the times he had given me advice on life, on school, on everything. I remembered singing songs with him in the backyard and him teaching me how to play the guitar. I sat there for hours never letting go of his hand just remembering all the times I had with him and when I finished it was 6:00. I stood up and kissed him on the head, "I have to go now Kyle" I said, "But I promised I will be back tomorrow. I gave his hand a final squeeze and left. I walked outside and sat in my car letting the tears fall. I never cried in front of Kyle I always cried in the car in the hospital parking lot. After five minutes of just sitting there, I took a deep shaky breath; I started the car and drove to the supermarket. I took a shopping cart and walked inside. I knew everything I needed to get. I picked items off the shelves when I was in front of the milk section I bumped into a very tall very muscular man,
"Oh excuse me," I said to him and he just stared at me with a peculiar look on his face, then he smiled warmly
"I-it was my fault," he said, I smiled back at him, he had such a warm smile, For some strange reason I felt like I couldn't look away, like I was drawn to him, "I'm Seth" he said,
"I'm Anna," I said back and his smile intensified,
"So do you live around here" he asked
"Yea" I said, "I live not to far from here actually, do you live around here?"
"Well kind of, I live in La Push," he said
"I love that place," I said smiling sadly at the memory, "my brother and I used to go there all the time when we were little,"
"Are you okay?" he asked,
"Yea" I said taking a deep breath he didn't seem to believe me but he let it go. I went back to choosing the milk that we needed at home when he spoke,
"Hey I know I don't know you, but I would really like to get to know you, would you like to hang out sometime?" I smiled; I was secretly hoping that he would ask that. I wanted to get to know him; he seemed like a great person to be around.
"I would love that" I said and he smiled, I took out a sharpie form my bag and took his hand, it was so warm but I ignored that, I wrote my number on his hand, "Here, call me" I said and he smiled warmly, Then I walked away from him with a huge smile on my face, I walked to the register and paid for my items. I walked to my car and put the bags in the back seat. When I sat down in the drivers seat, my phone rang, "Hello?" I said,
"Hey" Seth said and I smiled, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't give me a fake number,"
"I wouldn't do that," I said honestly and he chuckled,
"Do you really want to hang out?" he asked and his voice sounded almost pleading like he wanted me to say yes,
"Yea, I do," I said,
"Well how does this Saturday at around 11 sound to you, we could go to first beach and have a picnic."
"That sounds like a lot of fun," I said with the biggest smile on my face, "I would love that,"
"Good, well I guess I'll see you on Saturday," he said,
"See you on Saturday" I said and hung up the phone. I was ecstatic, I didn't know why, I had just met the guy but I felt like I had to be around him. I drove home smiling not knowing how I was going to survive until Saturday without seeing him.