Prologue
Moving In
I was laying down on my bed, checking the messages on my cell phone, finally done with my unpacking, when Daddy knocked on my bedroom door, popping his head in the room. "Hey, sweetheart, got everything set up in here?"
My dad, Marcus Campbell, was in his late thirties, but looked to be in his mid to late twenties. He was tall and lean, standing over six feet, with the same chocolate skin and curly black hair as me, but he had cut it a few months ago, so it was now cut close to his scalp. His beard was sprinkled with short grey hairs, but it made him look me distinguished rather than worn. He was wearing a white wifebeater and a pair of old jeans with some gloves, the sweat gathered on his forehead and tattoo-covered arms telling me he probably just got down bringing in the rest of the boxes from the truck.
I smiled down at him, setting my ohne down as I let my feet hang off my bed. "Just finished. What do you think?" I held my arms out, gesturing to my new bedroom.
The walls were painted a soft lavender, a color I had become obsessed with after my mother's death two years before. When you first stepped in, you would see a single window facing the forest, though the view was slightly obscured by the large tree that was in the back yard, and I put my L-shaped computer desk in front of it - I liked to look out the window when I wrote my stories. To the right of the desk was my small, three-drawer dresser that was full of notebooks and papers from my stories, above that my bookshelf, covered with some of my favorite novels and pictures of me and Mama, including my favorite picture of me and her at my eighth grade graduation. To the right was my sleeping space. My bed was actually situated atop my closet and had a pull-out ladder to get up and down, along with a few more drawers, where I put my clothes.
Across from my sleeping area was another door, which led to the bathroom. It had lavender walls, like my bedroom, and dark purple tiles made up the floor. It had a seperate standing shower and tub, which was an old-fashioned claw-foot tub, and double sinks. All my toiletries, hair-care products, and other instruments were places within drawers and cabinets, save for my straightener, which I planned on using later.
Daddy whistled, impressed. "Nice job, very nice." He wandered over to my shelf, and I noticed his eyes were on a picture of me and Mama. It was taken about five years ago, when went to Vegas for New Years for my aunt, Renee's 21st birthday. I had just truned twelve, my birthday was in April. We both had tiara's on our heads, though mine had pink gems with Mama's had purple ones, and we were smiling wide as Aunty Renee and her friends sprayed us with silly string. "It's really been two years now," he said softly, and I could see the hint of tears in his eyes.
I went over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his back, not caring that he smelled like sweat. "I miss her too, Daddy," I murmured into his back, my own eyes beginning to water.
Daddy loosened my arms around him so he could turn around before wrapping my in his arms. I could feel him shake as he tried to hold back sobs I knew were begging to come out. But I knew he wouldn't cry, so I did for him. All too soon I was bawling my eyes out as we held each other like a lifeline, like we were all we had in this world. And we were.
When we first found out that Mama had cancer, it was like our world just stopped rotating. We had the best healthcare and doctors see her, but we knew nothing could stop the inevitable. So, we tried to make things more comfortable for her. We took care of me in turns, Daddy took the night shift at his warehouse job so he could watch her during the day while I was with her after I got home from school til I had to leave in the mornings. After about six months, she finally passed in her sleep. A week later, she was creamated and buried alongside another of my aunts that died from cancer the same year I was born.
And yet, I thought as I clung to Daddy, his shirt soaked with my tears, it still hurts like it was yesterday.
I do not own Twilight or anything associated with it. Twilight is property of Stephanie Meyer alone. I do, however, own my character, Tiyanna, and her family. This is basically a "what would happen if I was in Twilight" story. I'm not sure if I will have Bella included, but if I do, then there will be definate Bella-bashing, since her character pisses me off to no end. Sorry to all those Bella lovers out there, no offense to you.
Tiyanna Campbell is a character based of of myself. Her personality, life experiences, and appearance are based off my own - if that makes her a mary sue, then I apologize. If you do not like interracial couples, racism, adult language, sexual content, and/or drug references, then please do not read. Those who do read, please comment and send me feedback; it will be much appreciated. Also, for those flamers out there, you are free to comment, and I will gladly ignore them until you have something interesting to say.
I will be updating the fic as much as I can, but it might take some time seeing as I also have to focus on my classes at college and my job. Hopefully, I can get out a few more chapters before January is over, but I can't exactly make any promises.
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