For Better or for Worse

by laurice1095

Riley's father dies in a terrible car crash that she feels she could have prevented. When her mother can no longer stand living in a house that is filled with constant reminders of what happend, they decide to move to Forks Washington.

Chapter one

I will try, For my mothers sake to maintain my emotions. I will make no promises. I will make mistakes. Like thinking nothing bad could happen. Never dreaming it could happen even though it could. It did, and now because of it my tears match the rapid flow of the rain that is pounding the outside world. The rain use to bring me comfort. Now it brings a memory. One so painful I have to look in the mirror to make sure I am not breaking. On the outside at least. I have already been ripped apart on the inside, and I can't seem to find any tape to hold me together.

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The days pass by in a blur. By the time of the funeral I am numb. People come and tell me they are sorry for my loss. I try hard not to let the anger I feel for these people show on my face, and in my eyes. Controlling my face is not that hard but I can do little about my eyes. I can see people flinch when they look at me. Would I have done the same it I were to look at myself? I think I would..

Here at this death party there is only one person who is outside my house family I like. It is my Dads stepfather. My father was pretty much an adult when my grandmother got re-married so they never really bonded like father and son. They were more or less like friends. My brother and sister all seemed to like our real grandpa better. But not me. Joe was straight up with me. He told me when I was being an idiot and to fix my self. That's why I liked him.

But today he was not here to tell me what a jerk I was. He was here to say good-bye to a distant friend.

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My mother has had a total melt down and I think that was her last straw because she is drying her tears while she talks on the phone with someone about a house. A house in forks Washington. What a joke. It will always be there now. I will never forget because in forks the days are filled with rain.

My mother looks up at me. She is holding a picture of our house. She rips it in two and says one thing. "Broken"

She then gets up and slowly climbs the stairs. When she comes back down she is holding in each hand a suitcase. I look at her a question forming on my lips, but she shakes her head and cuts me off.

"Go and pack all of your clothes and anything else you want to bring."

I nod and send her a silent praise. Then I take my turn to climb the steps up in this house for what I hope will be the last time.