This is my first fanfic so read please let me know what you think! This story will start out angsty but get lighter. It's a completely unique story line with all the main characters and some extras. This is the prologue.
Disclaimer: Not an owner of Twilight but it would be nice!
Special thanks to my superbetagirl twireaderabi. She is the chocolate icing to my yellow cake.
Prologue
I was not down on my luck. I had a job - yes it was telemarketing and yes it was minimum wage but it paid enough to keep me and Jake in a small studio on the Lower East side of Manhattan where we shared our small space with some rodents. We were in love and naive enough to think love was enough to sustain us. Too proud to move back to Forks with our tails between our legs and admit that being on our own had not worked. In the six months we have lived here, Jake had not been able to find a job. Most days I came home from work, he was on his fourth or fith beer watching some sports channel and complaining about how no companies were calling him back.
Jake was my high school and college sweetheart. There had never been anyone but him. When he got accepted to UW, there was no choice but to follow him there. He was my first everything and I never knew any different. Having grown up with Renee being a single mom, she was always happy to have Jake around to fill the void. Play "man of the house" and fix things or have dinner with us. She had me married off to him before I even left for college. When we graduated, Jake wanted to move to NYC and I wanted to move back to Forks, get married and start a family. When he threatened to go wtihout me, Renee pushed me to make the move with him. I don't regret it. Jake is my life and I would be lost without him.
As I walked down Rivington Street, I spotted the homeless boy in his usual spot about five feet down from our basement studio. His bronze hair dirty and tied back in a ponytail. I pulled out the cold bottle of water and apple had grabbed from the company lunchroom and and kneeled down next to him to give him his food. Today, he said in a raspy voice "what is your name?". In the two months I had been bringing him water and fruit, he had never spoken. Quietly I answered "Isabella"and handed him his food. I felt his striking green eyes watching me as I descended the stairs, so I turned around and gave a small wave, then walked into the small dark studio.
"Talking to your homeless bitch again?" was the first thing out of Jake's mouth. We had never encountered homeless people in Forks so according to Jake they were all mentally ill or drug addicts. This boy seemed to be neither but he did seem hungry and I saw no issues with making his life a little better. But Jake was drunk as per usual so no filter at all. "I don't want you talking to him, bringing him food or anything! Understand?". Jake had changed. Or maybe I had. Regardless, when he got like this I didn't know who he was and that scared me.
Later that night, Jake woke me out of a sound sleep silently whispering affections to me and stroking me tenderly. I protested that I had to work at 8am but he pleaded and begged and I relented. I loved him and if this is what he needed, I would give anything to make him happy again. When he was finished, I rolled over but sleep would not come. When it finally claimed me, all I dreamt of were eyes as green as granny smith apples.