I glanced around my mother's house one final time. No, I would not miss it. Rather I would not miss the people who lived within it. I would miss my mother terribly, my brother less and my stepfather not at all. He was the reason I was leaving. I was so sick of the hell I'd been put through, the constant fear of his anger and the possibility of pain around every corner. Renee was happy with him, so was his son. I was the proverbial third wheel in this relationship, and I needed Mom to be happy, not constantly worrying about me. She needed to be able to do what she wanted when she wanted, and right now, that entailed the entire family moving to sunny Florida, something I refused to do outright. So instead I was going to Forks, where the cloud cover and rain rarely broke to let the sun through. Yes, I would miss the sun, but I wasn't about to move clear across the country to some strange new place. I wasn't one for attention in general, at least in Forks I would blend in… kind of.
Renee drove me to the airport saying her teary eyed goodbyes. The other two hadn't even bothered to say goodbye before I left the house. Renee had met him not long after I'd turned four, and he'd been the coolest step-dad possible, until I turned nine. Then I was useful only for working and being yelled at. In short; I was the scapegoat. Going to Charlie was a last straw sort of thing, because I'd already dealt with his crap for the past twelve years, I wasn't going to leave my time-zone for him too. I waved a final time to Renee before boarding the plane. I stuck my headphones in my ears and settled in for a long flight.
Arriving in Forks, was like visiting some long forgotten dream. I did not clearly remember much from my visits to Charlie, but I remembered the dim lighting and the musty feel of the air. I was glad that I was finally away from Robert, the evil stepfather, even if it did mean living under constant rain. Renee would be happy in Florida anyways. Charlie was quiet on the ride from the airport to his house, my house now too I suppose. We'd always had an understanding with that sort of thing, emotion embarrassed us and we shied away from it in most cases, more comfortable with a slightly more distant relationship, we stayed out of each others way. When he pulled into the driveway I noticed an old faded red Ford parked near the house.
"Ch-Dad, what's with that?" I asked, pointing toward the hulking truck, he smiled at it before he responded.
"It was Billy Black's, you remember him, you used to play with his daughters when you were younger, Jacob's the only one left around the house yet, but anyways, it's your homecoming gift." He smiled at me, seemingly proud of the purchase. "Jacob's taken good care of it for his dad, and trust me, he's an amazing mechanic, I hope you like it." He looked almost nervous now.
"No, Dad, it's great." I smiled back at him, trying to look enthusiastic. "It's perfect for me too." I laughed and opened up the door, climbing out of his cruiser. Fate seemed to have a strange sense of humor, because I no more stepped out of the car than I slipped and hit the ground… hard. "Ow." I mumbled, silently glaring at the stray patch of ice that I was now sitting on. I stood up and walked around the back of the car, Charlie already had the trunk opened and one of my two suitcases out of the trunk. He looked at me sympathetically and I smiled in a silent 'I'm O.K.' I grabbed one of the suitcases and started walking toward the front porch.
I opened the door, which was unlocked, it seemed Charlie didn't worry too much about crime rates, but then, being the Chief of Police helped a lot. I walked up stairs, Charlie trailing behind me slightly, he followed me to my room, which wasn't terribly different from what it had been when I was four. He swung the suitcase he was carrying up onto my bed, shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around for a moment.
"Well, uhm, if there's anything you need, just let me know." I nodded at him, smiling a bit. Charlie really was a nice guy, he was the kind of guy people trusted, which was probably part of the reason he was the chief at the police station. I watched him walk out of my room and down the stairs, I waited for a moment and then heard the T.V. turn on downstairs, the quiet hum of the sports channel it was doubtlessly on giving me background noise. I began unpacking, shoving things into drawers and hanging things up, I pulled out the new laptop Renee had bought me for a going away present and plugged it in, setting it on the desk. I clicked the power on and went about unpacking the last of my things while waiting for it to power up. Renee had insisted that I email her everyday. I doubted that I would, but figured I should at least try, least she become frantic and start calling every few hours… or minutes. I smiled and rolled my eyes at the thought of my mother actually calling every few minutes, Charlie would go insane I was certain. I laughed slightly and plugged my cell in to charge.
Sitting down at my desk I opened up my email and noticed a new one from Renee, already. I typed up a quick response, telling her that the flight had been uneventful, Charlie had gotten me a truck ( ), and that my room was similar to what I remembered it to be. Being satisfied with my message, I clicked send and closed the laptop, sending it into standby. I wandered downstairs and started rummaging through cupboards and the refrigerator for some sort of food that would be edible. I really needed to go buy food.
"Number on eon my list." I mumbled to myself, too low for Charlie to hear. I finially found some Spaghetti and sauce and pulled out a pot to boil water in for the pasta. Charlie came into the kitchen as I was heating up the sauce.
"Something smells good, Kiddo." He said smiling, pulling the nickname out of nowhere it seemed.
"Hope spaghetti's O.K." I replied, looking over my shoulder at him. He was beaming. "Renee taught you well then?" He was trying to be nice, but I just giggled a bit.
"Dad, you know she's worse at cooking than you are." He grimaced slightly at the memory of Renee's attempts at cooking. "I taught myself mostly."
"Well, it smells good, anyways." He said, the smile returning to his face.
"Well, it's almost done, if you want to pull out plates and silverware." I smiled at him and stirred the sauce again, checking and draining the noodles. I took the two plates Charlie handed me and scooped pasta onto each of them, spooning a bit of sauce on each.
We mostly ate in silence and I washed the dishes afterwards, while Charlie went back to watching T.V. I wandered back up to my room, listened to music for a while and fell asleep not much later, knowing I had school in the morning.
School at a completely new and completely strange place.
Well, my first attempt at a Twilight FF, obviously xD; but this idea just kinda came to me as a 'what if' type scenario, but we'll see how it progresses
Review please :D especially if you like it
