Chapter One

I'm ready. Ready to get through another day. My alarm sounds, while I numbly reach over to turn it off. I have no idea why I even use it anymore, it's not like I sleep anymore nowadays. I usually just stare at the ceiling for about 10 minutes and time just seems to fly by and next thing I know it ends up being 6am.

Sitting up, I run my hands through my brown locks and let out a small sigh. The annoyed part of my conscious continuously asks "why me?"

I force the negative thought out of my head. Standing up, I stretch a few times and walk towards my mirror and stare at the reflection looking back at me, I don't recognize who I am anymore. Who am I? All I seem to remember now is my name.

Bella. Isabella Swan.

Sister, no… Mother, technically to my younger sibling, Andy. But, what am I, really? Two words, five syllables. Fucking exhausted.

Stop it, Bella. There's no room right now to complain. Andy needs you now more than anything.

Shit, Andy!

I snap out of it and look at my watch.. oh come on, seriously! 6:15? Time really needs to slow down, I quickly run out of my room and knock twice before entering Andy's room. I pause for a moment and smile watching him sleep on his stomach, snoring softly. Walking towards the bed, I bend down and his his forehead, "Andy, rise and shine, it's time to get ready for school."

His lashes flutter and his eyes open slowly, revealing the identical brown eyes we both share. Grinning, he sits up and hugs me. "Bella! Can you make french toast today?" I ponder for a moment, putting my hand under my chin and tapping it, "Hm…"

"Please please please, Bella!" He begs while giggling. I laugh along with him and ruffle his hair, "okay, now quick, go take a shower and get ready!"

Kissing my cheek quickly, he nods and jumps out of the bed and runs toward the bathroom. I stare at the bathroom door, shake my head and giggle.

Running down the stairs, I step on a squeak toy. I bend down and pick up Tommy the Alligator which is Andy's favorite toy, which he can never seem to find ever, but then appears in the same spot by the stairs every morning. At first, it annoyed the crap out of me out but I've gotten used to the mysteries of the Swan household.

I walk down the hallway, picking up the usual shorts on the floor owned by Charlie, my father, who is sleeping on the sofa snoring loudly with an empty beer bottle in his hand, cradling it like it were his prized possession that he can't seem to let go, ever. I roll my eyes and go straight into the kitchen, opening the cupboards and taking out the bread which we're currently running low on. I make a mental note to buy another bag of bread at work. I check the fridge, along with milk. I'll have to make do.

Sighing, I get started on the French toast and hope today will be a good day.

I hear small footsteps running down the stairs as I place the plate on the table and pour the last bit of milk in a cup. "It smells so good, Bella!" Andy says. I smile, "well I hope it tastes as good as it smells, now eat up, you can't be late on the first day."

I have to say I'm a bit surprised, most first graders dread the first day, or was it just me? My first day as a first grader ended up with me throwing a tantrum and biting my teacher on the leg. You can say I was a bit of a drama queen. Andy here though, seems to be taking his first day like a champ.

I walk over to the sofa where dad is laying, if I were any other person, I'd think he was dead. He never moves in his sleep. I have to say it was a bit unsettling at first, but now it's just something normal I have to endure seeing every morning.

"Hey, fuckhead," I shake his shoulder, eliciting a groan from him "HEY! Get up! You reek like you slept in the dumpster!"

"For your information…" He mumbles, "I did sleep in the dumpster and I've honestly got no damn clue how I ended up here, on this damn couch, havin' to listen to your damn whining. Trust me, I was perfectly fine with the empty beer bottles, smelly garbage bags and rotten banana peels."

I roll my eyes and snatch the bottle from his hands, "yeah, well take a shower why don't you, you're attractin' flies."

"Yeah yeah yeah…" He grumbles, while sitting up and running his hands over his face, squinting his eyes at the sight of the sun shining through the kitchen window. "Jesus fucking Christ, Bella close the damn blinds, will you?"

"Hey! Watch your language in front of Andy!"

"Oh, so you get to call me a fuc-…" Waving his hand, "never fuckin mind."

I take a quick glimpse at Andy and wink, to which he responds with a toothy grin.

He mutters under his breath and gets up, walking with his back slumped towards the bathroom, almost tripping over his own footing in the process.

I quickly run up the stairs and into my room and take my shorts off and switch it with skinny jeans. Not even bothering to put on a bra on, I pull a white tank top over my head and finish my "oh so stylish outfit" with a pair of converse.

Putting my hair in a messy bun, I spray myself with perfume and run out and down the stairs again where I find Andy putting his dish in the sink and walking towards the bathroom, I follow him and open the door, seeing Charlie fully naked sitting on the toilet with an annoyed expression, "there's somethin' called knockin' have you heard of it?"

I shrug, while grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste, as Andy grabs his own, "yea, but once you start payin' bills like your daughter does... only then, will you be able to force me into showin' you some disciplinary respect. Until then, shut your trap." He raises his head and looks at me through the mirror, seeing me grin at him with my toothbrush in my mouth. Say something old man, I dare you.

He rolls his eyes and looks forward again, where he sits there and stares at the wall.

That's what I thought.

"Hurry up and grab your bag, Andy, we gotta go." I say as I walk to open the door while he grabs his backpack and swings it over his shoulder.

As soon as I open the door, I see someone and... something I didn't expect to see.

"Who the fuck are you?" I say to the handsome green eyed man holding a pack of condoms. "I'm Edward, the guy that dropped off the drunk, and I'm here to drop off the condoms he left in my car. Nice to meet you, I think."

Staring at the condoms, I avert my eyes to him, and then avert my eyes to Andy, who replies. "Bella, what are condoms?"

Well shit.