Not in myTown

Summary: 'White trash' and 'high class' were never supposed to mix. She came from the world of 'daddy's little princess'. He came from a home that was torn apart at the seams.

A/N: I don't own Twilight or its characters Stephanie Meyers does. If I did I certainly wouldn't be spending time writing I would be "playing" with my boys. This story is dark, though there will be a few laughs along the way. I hope you all enjoy and I'll see you at the bottom.

Chapter 1: Not in my Town

Chief Charlie Swan sat in his small office- behind the desk his father had used prior to him. The office was still decorated with the same memorabilia that had graced its walls for the last twenty years. Files were scattered across the desk -in manila folders- waiting to be filed and put away. One file stood out to him. He stared at the manila folder resting harmlessly in front of him; he only wished the contents of the folder were just as harmless.

For two years in his own sleepy town, on his very street, right under his own watchful eyes. He was no fool. He knew that living in a small town didn't mean that everyone had perfect wonderful lives. But chancing a glace across the room to the boy, who was not even eighteen years old and facing the possibility of life in prison for a crime he himself couldn't help but feel responsible for. A boy who just two years ago, he had thought was bound to work in a steel mill or on an oilrig out in the middle of the ocean somewhere. Charlie felt his heart constrict, breaking for a boy whose only wish when they had met was to move back to Texas- where he was from.

Charlie and Edward Masen hadn't met under the best of circumstances. In fact it was the night that Charlie had arrested Edward for beating the hell out of Tyler Cowley. He didn't find out until much later that Tyler had pushed his daughter against the football bleacher and tried to kiss her; Edward had seen it happen and promptly broke Tyler's nose with the first punch and knocked him out with the second. Tyler had threatened to press charges until Charlie's daughter, Bella, had threatened to press sexual harassment charges of her own. He had been furious at himself for immediately believing Edward was solely to blame, but what could he do? Tyler had been put in the hospital, and charges or not Edward had to spend the night in jail. After staying at the jail with Edward for the night he asked him the next morning if he was sorry for what he had done; Edward didn't stop to think about whether or not he should be, he just told him 'no and if Tyler tried something like that again he would break his arm next time'. That was when he decided that maybe, just maybe, the kid wasn't as rough as he looked.

Rosalie had told Bella once that she thought Edward was hot- with his scar over his left eyebrow. Charlie swore he was going to lock his daughter in her room when she replied that he was in fact 'sexy and rugged'. That was very the moment he decided to never listen to their 'girl talk' again. A soft laugh escaped his mouth in reminder of that day. The sound of a booklet closing across the room startled him. Clearing his throat once, he winced as his eye met those of the broken man in front of him.

"Well what do 'ya think kid?" Charlie knew he had been worrying about this conversation for far too long. It was time to let the ax fall.

"I reckon it's really the only option I've got left…right?" They both knew there was in fact a second option, but it was one neither man was fond of.

"It could be a good opportunity, probably the best you've ever had." Edward had once again dropped his gaze to the small green booklet in his hands.

The timid knock on the office door was the only sound alerting the two that anyone was still even in the building with them.

"Come in," Charlie yelled. Offering a small apologetic smile after seeing Edward's wince from the noise. Charlie knew better then to yell around the boy; he had already suffered so much at the hands of the men around him.

"Sorry sir, but…" The small mousy secretary, Angela, only got out a few words before the whorl-wind that was Esme Cullen had rushed through the door.

"The Cullen's are here." With a defeated sigh she stepped back out of the room as Dr. Cullen apologized for his wife's behavior. After asking for forgiveness for barging in, Esme wrapped her arms around the boy who she had come to think of as son.

"Mom I know you're worried, but this really could be for the best." Edward had known the 'mom' card would soften her up quite a bit in the end.

"I'm just confused here; I thought you said that there were only two options to work with here?"

"Yeah there are: one I can live with, and one I may die for."

Charlie watched as realization dawned upon Dr. Cullen and his wife, their eyes travelling to the green booklet that rested on the now abandoned chair.

A sob wracked Esme's small frame as she lunged to hold her 'son'.

"The military?"

Charlie couldn't help the pride he felt as Edward straightened up as he looked Dr. Cullen in the eyes.

"No, the marines."

A/N: I know this chapter is extremely short but this is just the prologue. I want to thank everyone who reads this and will hopefully review. I also want to thank my new beta Dr. Amanda Whitlock-Wayland, for agreeing to take on this emotional rollercoaster I have running around in my head. Thanks Girl!

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