Avery's face still remained twisted in concentration though Melanie had repeated and further explained herself several times already.
"Avery? Are you listening to me?"
She nodded, unable to reply. For some reason, she couldn't find her voice - something that was uncharacteristic. Her face slowly became impassive as she stared back into her mother's hard, blue eyes. She swallowed, forcing the lump in my throat and knot in her stomach down. Even at a time like this, she would not let Melanie see her weakness.
"I've tried so hard with you honey," she started again, her voice faultering. "I gave you everything. Why would you do this to me?"
Avery scoffed, her sudden change in mood slightly startling. "You've tried so hard with me? Honestly, Melanie. This is not the time to try and lie to keep your little world perfect. You sent me to live with William and let's be frank, the only reason I got stuck living with you again is because he ran into 'trouble'" she said, airquoting the last word. Her voice dripped with relentless sarcasm.
Melanie looked as if she had been slapped across her face. Her mouth turned downwards slightly into a scowl.
"So, my dear mother, send me away to live with my grandmother that you've failed to mention these past sixteen years. It doesn't matter to me." Avery smirked slightly.
"It doesn't matter to you? Nothing matters to you! This is exactly why I don't want you around anymore!" she screeched, bringing her fists down on the table. "You're ungrateful! You come in and out of my house whenever you feel like, like this is some damn motel! This isn't supposed to be salvation for you, it's supposed to be hell!"
Avery rolled her eyes at her dramatics. Did she have to do this every time she put a flask to her lips?
"It's ironic that you would sit there, well.. stand now, and try to point out all my flaws. Do you ever look at yourself? Or look at me closely enough to realise that my mistakes, as you so kindly put them are a manifestation of your parenting? Or lack thereof," she rebutted flatly.
Avery watched as her nostrils flared with anger, her temper visibly rising. The motion was so swift and quick her eyes barely registered the movement. Her hand came down hard and fast on her face. Avery's left cheek felt hot where her right hand had connected, but Avery quickly saw that Melanie had not received the reaction she was seeking; Avery's eyes remained dry, hard, and mimicking.
"We leave tomorrow morning," she spat icily, leaving the room for undoubtedly, her flask.
Avery lay awake that night as sleep evaded her. It would be her last night in Los Angeles, and Avery didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to any of her friends. She crawled out of bed and slid on a pair of jeans before crawling through the window out into the night. Avery would spend the night with her friends.
"I miss you so much already," Kiki bawled, her blonde hair flopping violently as she shuddered and cried. "We've been best friends since we were eight.. What am I going to do without you?" Another round of hysterics.
Adam put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to reassure her, but he was horrible at hiding his emotions. His lips were pursed tightly together. The flamboyantly homosexual was never quiet. It was going to be hard leaving her two best friends behind.
He leaned over and embraced her, an action that took her off guard. He pressed his lips to Avery's cheek and whispered softly against her ear, "I'll miss you Ave. Best friends, always." A tear rolled down her cheek.
The flight from LAX to Washington was long and gruelling. Her grandmother, Aunt Clara was too old to drive, so she was sending some of the boys from her community to pick her up. Like that was reassuring. Instead of a stranger Avery was related to picking her up in a new area, it would be a complete stranger.
The plane touched down, and Avery rolled her eyes. It was overcast outside to her dismay. All her skirts and tank tops would go to waste, clearly.
"You're Avery?" A tall, large, russet colored boy asked. he was nearly seven feet tall, and had handsome features. His ear length black hair flopped around his face playfully. The old Avery from LA would have flirted with this boy, but realising that he was the equivallent to her own personal mortitioner, she scowled.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said laughing. "I'm Jake." He stuck out his hand for her to shake, but she just glared at it. "You're going to like La Push."
A/N: Jake deserves happiness with someone real, not a half vampire half human thing. I'm not a fan of Bella, so expect Bella bashing in the near future. Read and review! I'm also writing 2 other fan fics, so don't shoot me when I take long to update.