Hello guys, this is my first Fanfiction and I hope you like it. If you review, I will not complain if you have any ideas. Just remember that if you start reading this story, prepare to have chapters posted at random. If this is not clear e.g- not one every month.
Thank you,
Georgia
P.S-I do not own Twilight.
Chapter One
It had been three whole years since I saw the faded white panneling of Uncle Charlie's home. The old, dusty tiles, the infamous police cruiser, the inviting woods on the right-hand-side. How could such a small house contain so many memories? I remembered playing out the front when my cousin Bella would come to stay. We had so much fun, and until I moved to England Bella was my closest friend; the only one I could trust to tell all of my horrible memories to.
I didn't live here back then. I lived with my alcoholic mother and my cheat of a father. We had owned a small two bedroom flat, where mould hid behind the curtains. My room was small, and podgy, with an old cover and stained pillows. My only toy was my precious Barbie Doll, who had no name. My clothes were standered, and we didn't have a TV.
But that was eight years ago. When my dad wasn't having an affair with Cindy. He used to sneek out late at night, and if I caught him he would bribe me to keep quiet by threatening to snap my Barbie's head off. It happened for about three months before my mother found out. I'd never seen her cry before that...I'd seen her angry, very angry, but she was furious, but she still let him in the house. Why was she so stupid? Believing that he would grow tired of Cindy, but he never did. I knew he never would, whenever he spoke to me about her, even though it was brief, I saw devotion in his eyes.
The last night we saw him he kissed me goodnight and yelled furiously at my mother before leaving. He'd left her, and left the divorce papers on the coffee table, next to the newspaper. He was found dead later that night. His car had gone of the road and capsized. And his face was all over the next day;s newspaper.
I believe he would still be alive if he hadn't been drinking. Maybe he still did love my mother after all? And then, my mother started to think that alcohol would solve her problems. It didn't. It won't.
Her brother, my uncle Charlie, was the one who convinced her to move to forks a couple of months ago. He pursuaded me first. Told me small promises, about how he missed us, and wanted to do the best he could to help. He thought me and Bella could catch up. My mother agreed, packed up our little belongings, and shipped us off here. We've been here for two days, however she still sits in our slightly iluminated living room, crying her eyes out, drinking Vodka. Just like she did at home. Boxes still sat unpacked all over the house. My room only containing my old, broken bed.
Yesterday uncle Charlie called and invited me over. So we could catch up. Bella won't be home, he'd said. It made my heart ache.
Me and my cousin had been so close. When I stopped visiting four years ago, she started writing letters. They were the only thing that kept me sane. We spoke about life, boys, family, friends...until she met Edward. Then the letters stopped becoming regular. Instead of one a week, it was one a month. To one every other month. To none at all. And all I had left was some old crumpled paper, and some drab about the mesmerising Cullens, who would 'take your breath away'. Yeah right.
I was going to find her. And when I did I would beat some sense into her. I hated lovestruck teenagers. And she only went on about Edward...a lot; but I was still sick of it. But I had to talk to Charlie first, Bella later. And then Edward if I got the chance.
I slowly approached the old wooden steps, one creeked slightly under my slight weight, and raised my hand to knock on the door. It was a short, sweet knock, but it was important.
A few seconds later the door swung open. To reveal my uncle Charlie. He looked exactly the same as before. Just older. A slight smile reached his eyes, and a blue checked shirt covered his torso. Behind him hung the old coat rack, which also held his gun, the rack I couldn't reach. He shuffled aside to let me past, indicating towards the lounge. I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I looked around, and saw the same old house that I grew up in, because I didn't count the other flat, this was my home.
"Hey Sherriff." I said cheerfully, hoping to start the conversation happily.
Charlie leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head."Heya Liz, how's my little english scone?"
"English Scone? Really? So this is what you've come to. No wonder Bella left." I chuckled.
"Excuse me, young lady? Bella left to go live with her husband, thank you very much."
My mood darkened. Even the minor mention of Edward made me want to swing. "Nice of her to invite me along to the wedding." I muttered.
"Now don't be like that. I'm sure she just forgot." He said, trying to lighten my mood. "Anyway, how are you holding up?"
"Fine, I suppose. Same old, same old. Guess all that's left to do now is to fully unpack."
"And your mother?"
"Still hooked on the drink, I'm afraid. No matter what I say, she won't listen."
"Oh well. I'm sure we'll sort that out. And look at you, you've grown so much. I'm sure you're not the young twelve year old girl I knew."
"I've only just turned fifteen. I'm not that different. Just a little more mature."
"Well then. What are your plans. Gonna do anything later?"
"Actually, I was going to see Bella. I was wondering if you could give me the address?"
"Why didn't you say so? Of course." He said happily. Writing down the address. "She'll be so happy to see you! And you must meet Alice, she quite the charmer." I took the piece of paper from his outstreched hand.
His expression then turned grave. "I must warn you though. You best be prepared."
"Why?" I questioned.
"Bella's not the as same before. She's changed."
"In what way?"
"I don't know. Forget I said anything. It's just then Cullen's have done something to her. And I don't know what."
Before I left, I made sure I had said thank you to my Uncle, and had all of the stuff he'd given me clasped tightly in my arms. Clothes, food, toiletries, that sort of thing...seemed like Charlie had gone shopping especially.
A cold wind blew, but I didn't shiver, I just kept walking, quickening my pace slightly. I passed a group of six, which contained three girls, and three boys. One of the girls had very curly dark brown hair and blue eyes, the other had dark brown hair and glasses, and the final one had white blonde hair and the physique of a model. When I looked closely, I could see that the blonde one stood a few feet behind the rest, with a boy with brown skin, and cocky eyes. The other two boys were laughing and joking with the girls, one with blonde hair, and a slight baby face. The last boy looked like he was from Asian descent, and wore glasses much similar to the girl's who he was clinging to. As I passed, the blonde boy accidentally barged into me, and turned around to say sorry, but stopped.
"Aren't you Bella's cousin?" I nodded. "I'm Mike, and you are?"
"Elizabeth, Liz."
"So you like nicknames too, huh?" Another nod. "Hey guys, this is Bella's cousin, Liz!" He called to the group behind him. They all pointed out their names, but none of them registered apart from the girl with the glasses' name, Angela.
"Tell Bella we said 'hi', will you?" She asked politely.
"I will...it was nice meeting you all." I slightly smiled, as I walked away, to drop off the box I was carrying home. The walk was quick, because of my pace, and none of the sights or roads really registered in my mind, just like with the people in that group's names.
I stopped in front of the new bungalow I was staying in, and prepared myself for my mother. On the way in, I grabbed the newspaper from the front step, and dropped it on the box closest to the door once I was inside. I took the box into the kitchen, and placed it on the dirty counter. I needed to clean the kitchen later...
My mother was in her chair, with a glass of wine this time, it was red, and for once, she was sipping slowly. She tried to say something to me, but I walked out before she could utter her slurred mess. I plonked onto my bed in my room, and pulled some old trainers out of a box, so I could change out of my boots.
I wanted to make a little progress before I left, so I moved my drawers, bedside table, lamp, and wardrobe from the spare bedroom to my new one. Once everything was the way I wanted, I changed my sheet for once I had saved up to buy; a soft velvet duvet that would keep me warm at night.
My trainers tied tight, coat zipped up to my neck, scarf, gloves, and...no hat on, I was ready. Oh, wait, no I wasn't! I picked up the address. Now I'm ready.
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