Somebody like You

Chapter One

I'd give everything just to be able to find her, to hold her, to actually have something worth the fight. Of course, fighting off vampires and protecting people from them is worth a fight. But I want more. Something I know that will fight back, something that can mirror my own feelings.

Someone to have in my arms to show me what love is really like. And not just the love your family can give you. A love that only she can give you. Where you feel like you're her everything. So weird, right? A man sitting here and wanting nothing but to find her. But from what I hear from Jake and everyone else, it's the most amazing thing ever. And it feels just like that. Amazing.

I want a soul mate; I don't want to live my life alone.

And I thought I would be, until she showed up.

I groaned as I woke up, the bright light suddenly hitting my eyes. I rolled over, putting my blanket over my head.

I'll wake up, this stupid headache will be gone, and I wouldn't be leaving today.

A sudden ache formed in my stomach, and then it started to do flippy flops.

I forgot my mothers kicked me out. I'm moving in with my Aunt May.

Don't let that name fool you, she isn't exactly all sweet and shit. She's actually a total bitch. And she's strict, as strict as a fucking dude is at fucking boot camp, Strict as a bitch.

And that totally fits her.

My parents, thinking this'll set my 'rebel ass straight', has planned for me to move from my gorgeous, wonderful, life here in California, to some stupid ass Indian Reservation called 'La Push' in Washington.

Fucking great.

"Get up!" I groaned again as I covered my ears, trying to block out my mothers annoying nasal-like voice, and squeezed my eyes shut. "Get the hell up right now, Serenity Maple Greer!" GAH! My name! It's so stupid, and so not me. 'Serenity Maple!'

My parents had told me the reason for my name. Serenity, because it just sounds so innocent, and my face just looks innocent (And I'm not innocent what so ever.) and Maple because of my eyes. They're like a cross of Maple and Honey.

While my brother totally has the most simplest, but common, name ever, Matthew Robert Greer.

Retarded!

"I SAID GET UP!" By now, my mother has yanked the blankets off of me, leaving me in nothing but my bra and boy shorts. It was extremely hot last night.

On second thought…I don't even know how the hell I ended up in bed. And coming to my senses by the bit of soreness at my lower half, I came back with somebody.

Damn. And I can't even remember it.

"Serenity." My mother shook her head, clearly pissed off. I sat up, carefully, and stood. My head totally not liking the movement as it throbbed even more.

And this, my dearies, is the reason most people regret why they drink to begin with.

Goddamn hangovers.

I stepped out of my shower, feeling better than I did this morning. My beautiful hang over gone, my body feeling not so dirty and no more aching, and the lilac/minty smell totally calming me down.

I brushed my teeth, dried up and put on my fish net tights, my purple and black skirt, and a nice purple tank top with lacey straps. I put the locket on that my Grandpa gave me for my tenth birthday.

I was an innocent girl then. So sweet, everyone loved me. And my Grandpa was my favorite person ever. He died on my 11th birthday. He loved me, more than anyone ever could. In a family way, that is. I never felt safer with my Grandpa, than with anyone else.

And that was great, since I was practically molested every single day by my baby sitter. (Which were a guy, and why my mother had a guy watch me who was crazy, beats me.) And that's the reason why I'm so rebel-ish. Even though I haven't admitted to anyone.

No one knew.

And my Grandpa died not even knowing, also.

And that's one of the reasons why I hate my mother to this day. Because I begged and begged for her to get me a new baby sitter, but she never did. She told me Mister Grey was a nice man.

Yeah, if totally scarring a damn child for life counts as a fucking 'nice man'.

I jumped as I heard my brothers' voice from the other side of my door. "Sin?" He said, using my nickname. I don't know how it ended up as Sin, but it did. Everyone basically called me Sin.

"Mhm." I replied, as I applied my strawberry lip-gloss to my lips.

"Your things? Where are they, so I can bring 'em to the truck?" Matty was older than me, he's 19. I'm only 16.

I out-lined my stupid maple-coloured eyes with black eyeliner. "By my bed." I simply said.

I didn't hear anything but grunts as Matthew brought my stuff towards his car.

I stood in the doorway, as I waited for the money my mother was going to give me. We live in this huge ass house, by the way, since my fathers a rich bitch.

She gave me an envelope.

There was this small little part of me wanting my mother to break down and cry and say how much she didn't want me to go, how much she loved me, but it never happened. All she said, as she looked down at me with her honey-like eyes. "Call me as you get there." I nodded, as silence followed. "Bye." And with that, she closed the door on my face.

Now you see why I'm not on such great speaking terms with my mother?

I got into the truck, a blank expression on my face. "You know, it kills her." Matt whispered, as he started his stupid truck up.

I snorted. "Yeah, sure Matty. It's killing her so bad." He looked over at me, with some look that said 'Idiot'. "Stop looking at me like that, I'm not a moron! If she cared wouldn't she have, oh, I don't know, cried? Wrap her arms around me and tell me she doesn't want me to go? That she's sorry? You're the idiot."

"Serenity! Stop making mom look like the bad person, okay? You're a slut! You sleep around with tons of men, and you're a bitch! Mom's trying to help you out here! She's the good person! Do you have any idea how much it hurts her?" He yelled, turning the corner and away from our house.

I laughed, ignoring the betrayal as he called me a slut, "Matthew, Matthew, Matthew. She is a bad person. She's ignored me my entire life! Right after Pop died!"

"Because that's when you started to act like such a spoiled bitch!"

I glared at him. "Shut the fuck up, Matthew. Just shut up, I'm not having this fight with you again." I looked out my window as the surroundings blurred by.

You have no idea how much shit I went through, and how I have to put up with it.