This is a new story that has captured my mind, and won't let go. I have no idea how long it will take, or where it will go, but I hope you enjoy the ride.
I'm interested in exploring the modern, ethical dilemmas faced by us all at one time or another. I'm also very interested in your feedback.
Twilight is owned by the fab Ms S. Meyer, without who we'd be all sitting around just twiddling our thumbs.
What the Cullen's want, the Cullen's get.
Prologue.
Bella is in financial dire straits and is wondering how the hell she is going to pay off some large student loans, her father's medical bills and also manage her dad's mortgage repayments.
She can't get any work in her main area of study, environmental science and biology, the only paid work available in Forks is very low paid, cleaning work for a local contract cleaning agency. Its sporadic hours, hard physical labour and is often late at night, after the offices and businesses have shut for the day. This makes it hard to keep an eye on her gravely ill father, Charlie.
Things get weird and even more worrying, after Bella takes her dad to his medical appointment with Dr Cullen. He tells Bella, that the options are becoming extremely limited for Charlie, and without immediate surgery, the prognosis is dire. Charlie is likely to die within a few months.
She knew things were bad, but this news is devastating. She breaks down, sobbing in the surgery, almost collapsing with the bad news and the financial impossibility of the situation. She is completely at a loss, at how she will fix this situation and help her dad. Things are looking grim.
Carlisle, who has been Bella's family doctor for many years, gives her a concerned look.
He tells her that he will come and see her dad at home tomorrow morning and have a chat with her. He says he might have a solution to her and her dad's problems.
Charlie goes home with her, hunched over in the passenger seat in subdued silence, and he has lost his appetite, and is very depressed.
He tells her to go live her life, follow her dreams and stop worrying about him and his problems.
He says he is nothing but a useless waste of space and that he'd be better off dead.
Bella tucks him into bed, in an effort to try and make him comfortable. He refuses some soup and takes his medication.
She tells him to try and not be so down; there could be worse things...like a meteor falling out of the sky... or a tornado taking their house off to a cornfield in the middle of Kansas. He doesn't even smile at her attempt to cheer him up.
She lets him sleep, closing his door and turning towards the bathroom to have a long shower, so that she can cry in peace.
Charlie had long thought, that a solution to most of his problems might be found at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, and he sneakily pulls out a bottle from the base of his mattress.
He starts to tip up the bottle and skull it down, he desperately wants to drink himself into a state, where there aren't anymore cares and worries.
In fact, into pretty much an unconscious stupor.
Good thing he has Jake to supply him with all of the homemade hooch, on the sly.
Charlie has hidden many things from Bella in the past, but whiskey is his one and only vice, and he's not going to give it up, even though it's killing him quicker.
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