Nothings ever simple Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

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Prologue

"If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out."

Jane Austen (Mansfield Park)

Memories are very dangerous things. They can either be the greatest allies or the most ferocious of enemies. I know this because I not unlike many people am in possession of both.

Have you ever woken up and realized that your life has been filled with nothing more than choices and decisions that lead you to one moment in time; a moment that would eventually shape the rest of your life.

Well I can emphatically state that I have. Up until that moment in time I was content with my life, not happy but content. I know that too many people this would seem like a life not worth living, but to me it was as good as it was going to get. I had lived my life to the best of my abilities and achieved things that many would think admirable. I graduated college, moved out of my parents home was a self supporting individual that payer her taxes on time and never received a parking ticket. I tried to blend in, to make my life become as simplistic as it could get but sometimes life just does not work out the way you plan it.

My life was good until that one day, that one moment in time where I let my guard down and my life was changed forever. It was at that moment that I swore never to let myself become vulnerable again.

It is a fact of life in the twentieth century that most relationships will become nothing more than a bad memory and that those that last to the alter often end up becoming ferocious nightmares. I should know all my life I have been surrounded by these occurrences and have yet to discover that perfect relationship. Call my cynical but I truly don't believe it exists.

Take my parents for example, at one point in their life they were the happiest people of the planet, at least that is what I have been told; but then one day my mother decided that she didn't love my father anymore and found a younger man and left. When she left she left me behind only taking the one thing that was of the most value to her, my parent's retirement savings. I know right what a great mother. This broke my father; he loved my mother and let her leave. I know he didn't want to show it but it hurt him for years and still hurts him to this day.

Then there is my cousin Ashley. Ashley… Ashley… Ashley… well I don't know where to begin exactly. Ashley is a few years younger than me and much more…outgoing. While many might think her face leaves something to be desired it is often commented that she has a 'bangin body'. She just turned twenty and is married with a daughter on the way. To many this might seem like a perfect marriage but in reality her husband Ryan is one of the dullest men I have ever met, and I have meet a lot. Out last conversation he monopolized my time attempting to 'educate' me on the inner-working on the wonders of Uhaul. To make a very long story short he was caught attempting to steal a Uhaul truck and was sent to Jail and my cousin in her intense grief found herself being comforted by Ryan's best friend; needless to say that 'comforting' turned into a very large problem. Thankfully for Ashley Ryan is a very naive and to this day believes that little Mackenzie is his daughter… idiot.

Then finally there is the situation involving my best friend Edward. While Edward can be thought of as a very intelligent man he is also one of the most gullible. Since our senior year of high school, a girl never reveals her age but I will say it has been about 6 years; he has been dating the same woman. Tanya Denali, the bane of my existence. It was the classic jock/cheerleader romance but unlike most high school relationships that often sizzle out the have stayed together through the years. Tanya has always been a popular girl with men and even as we all get older nothing has changed. Tanya is what most women would call a slut.

Even after six years of being in a 'committed' relationship with Edward she still can't manage to grasp the concept of monogamy. Her bedroom is most similar to that of a revolving door. The worst part is that she still gets the guy. I have known Edward since we were in primary school and have loved him since secondary.

I know right the cynical anti-romance woman falling in love with her best friend is so cliché but it happens and it did, but in my case it happened. For almost a decade I have sat by as the man I love has dated and slept with other women, and it never really bothered me until she came. She was like the plaque of locus. She came and devoured everything that I cared about in Edward. Where once a strong confident man was stood a weak creature blinded by his lust.

Then there was me the woman destined to be single for the rest of her life. I never dated or even entertained the notion of dating. I was what many might say a career oriented woman. I worked my way through undergraduate university then forced myself to fight my way through three grueling years of law school only to be rewarded with a job I despise, a boss I wish would choke on his latte and a best friend who is incapable of noticing anything other than the blonde succubus currently attached to his crotch.

Any my life continued to be like this every day up until that fateful night, that night that not only changed my life but the lives of everyone around me.