Breaking Through the Surface
Summary: Alex, the new girl to town. Paul, the volatile werewolf. Will their love over come all the obstacles in their way?
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters. I know, it's depressing.
Chapter 1
For the first fourteen years of my life I dreamed of travelling to far off places. For the following three I hoped and fantasised some more. Six months ago, at the age of eighteen I had given up hope. Now, when I was starting my senior year, just getting used to the idea of being a small town girl and making friends more permanently. Now, my parents decide, after years of cursing and screaming to get divorced.
My mother has spontaneously become a misogynist and had decided to flee to the other side of the country to escape the man that 'has ruined this town for her'. At first I decided the world was conspiring against me. Then I figured out this meant travelling perhaps to a big city which, I figured wasn't as bad as it could be. But obviously I didn't know my mother well enough because I have just taken two planes and long taxi drive to another miniscule town with the added bonus of knowing no one and it being if possible, SMALLER than the last one. My life officially sucked.
We pulled into a small house surrounded by utter greenness. I pulled myself unwillingly out of the car and onto foreign ground. I pulled the bags out of the back and entered the house, taking it in. It was mostly made of wood and mostly old. There were some obvious additions and renovations like the kitchen and living room where I dropped the bags and walked outside to take another load in. The three of us worked in unison to take in all we could, leaving the heavy furniture and boxes to the removalists.
Three hours later, my mother was scowling at the poor removalist while paying him and I was starting to unpack what I suppose was my room now. It needed some work. The walls were pink and the curtains a brighter pink with frills on the edge. I fought hard to take the other room but when you have a brother it's kind of hard to argue that he should have the pink room. So here I was grimacing at the horrendous room whilst stacking books onto shelves and folding clothes into drawers.
A mop of black hair poked around my door "Mum says to order a pizza."
"What's she doing?" I sighed back, really not in the mood to do anything.
"I think she's strung the punching bag up." He grimaced.
Since the divorce my mother had a lot of rage which her counsellor told her it was not good to bottle up. I had to agree with that, you did not want to be on the receiving end of her tantrums when she 'let it out'.
"Joy." I muttered as I rose from my bed and trudged down stairs to find a pizza number.
"Is there a pizza number anywhere?" I called out.
"On... the ... coffee... table' my mother ground out while aggressively throwing some right hooks at unfortunate the punching bag.
After much argument and discussion my brother and I decided on what to order and I put the order down, which was to arrive in forty minutes. It seemed to be forty minutes too long for Nate, who leapt off the couch and was at the door in three strides when the doorbell rang. I paid the delivery guy while my dearest brother devoured his pizza.
"You are the most repulsive pig I have ever met" I said, disgusted.
"Sue me, I'm hungry." He retorted angrily.
"You eat like you've never been fed before" I said exasperated.
"Whatever." Was all he could say so I left it at that and went back upstairs to Barbie world.
I stuffed my earphones in and turned up the music loud. Why I got stuck with my mum when I so preferred my dad I do not know. I suppose because she was a controlling Nazi while he was, for the most part calm and patient. Unless of course, he was fighting with her, in which case he was foul-mouthed and frankly, terrifying if you weren't my mother.
When I woke the next morning it was pouring with rain and freezing. I pulled on my dressing gown, shivering and walked into the miniscule bathroom for a nice, steamy shower. After fifteen minutes of bliss it turned stone cold. I stifled a scream and leapt out. Wrapping a towel around me, I turned off the taps. If they hadn't taken showers I was in so much trouble. I got dressed and put on a small amount of makeup and strolled casually out of the bathroom. I was hoping they'd already taken showers and wouldn't notice. Damn! No one was up yet! I was screwed. I decided to flee and let my mother have coffee or at least get over the fact it was the morning before coming home again. I grabbed the keys, a yoghurt and walked out. It was still early, earlier than I had realised and it was freezing outside. I strode quickly to the car and promptly turned on the engine and heater. I pulled out and decided to explore what I'm pretty sure Nate had called La Push.
After half an hour of driving I had one thing to say for La Push: Green. And cold. That's when I came across the beach, which was at least a break from green. I pulled into the parking lot in front of it and stepped out of my car and onto the beach. From a distance it looked grey but up close it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. The stones were all bright and unique. Terracotta, turquoise, violet and so many more. I sat down on the cold beach and just stared at my surroundings. It was so peaceful and beautiful. That was the thing about small towns; they were often stunning and always peaceful. But that grew old quickly, for me at least. Out in the mist of the sea were little islands. I stared into the grey sea and lost myself in subconscious thoughts.
When I next emerged from my thoughts it was lighter, probably eight or nine o'clock. I swallowed heavily at what waited at home but decided not to make them wait too long. I stopped but the shops and brought bagels home as a peace offering.
I pulled into the narrow drive way to see Nate glaring at me from the window and mom bashing the punching. How so much rage could fit into one petite woman I had no idea. It just wasn't normal. I guess we just weren't morning people.
AN: Okay, I'm going to say this now: I'm Australian so obviously I don't know a lot about America so I'm sorry if anything is incorrect. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.