Disclaimer: I do not own either Twilight or Welcome to the Rileys.
This story is rated M for potential content relating to violence, drugs, language and there will be lemons. All human.
Summary: Bella is a senior in high school with a seemingly perfect life. But everything crumbles when a girl who looks just like her comes to Forks, turning her life upside down.
PROLOGUE
My phone flashes thrice with new messages from Edward.
Bella, where're you?
Don't ignore me.
Bella, please. I'm worried.
Just tell me how it goes.
Call me when you're home.
I haven't talked to him all day. I skipped a day of school, trying to piece things together. Now I'm at the sleaziest part of Port Angeles for the first time in my entire life.
Standing in front of me is my sister that I never once knew existed. She's like a wax figure of myself standing right before me. You could easily tell us apart from our size. Mallory could use a few more pounds. But the huge difference is, she has green eyes. I wonder where those came from. Dad's eyes are brown.
It's freezing cold and Mallory is wearing barely anything.
"Mallory, you need a coat."
"Fuck off."
I sigh. This isn't working. I'm trying to help a sister who wouldn't listen to me. So, I decided to play the same game.
"Mallory, you should come home with me."
"I don't have a fucking home."
She's fidgety, and I can't tell if it's the cold or if she's generally like that all the time.
"Mallory, you're not going to do this to yourself. Dad's worried."
"He should've done that a long time ago."
I'm forced to worry about this girl I obviously don't want to care about. She's getting on my nerves. Have I mentioned how much I hate having someone who looks exactly like me in town? People have been asking questions. Edward has been asking questions. The worst part is that I don't have a clue.
Charlie wouldn't say anything about what had happened yet he had wanted me to bring her back.
I'd rather he do it instead.
"We're giving you a fucking home right now so just get into my truck," I bellowed. My anger was building up.
"I'm nobody's little girl, it's too late for that shit."
I took in a deep breath upon hearing the words that she had just said. Biting the inside of my lip, I try my best to keep the tears that had sprung up to my eyes from falling.
She's my sister. I obviously wish she didn't have to sell her body for a living. God knows what other hardships she had been through.
But I'd rather be oblivious to her existence.
My life is changing because of her.
The sound of the screeching Volvo approaches and we our heads turn in harmony until the car halts, with Edward coming out of it. "Bella!" he ran towards us.
He held my hand, staring at Mallory.
"Mallory, please help Bella," the deep crease between his brows is evident. He'd been worried about me.
I squeezed his hand, thanking him for just being here. But did I just hear Mallory let out a defeating sigh?
My eyes shot up to her. She's taller, because she's wearing those white stripper heels that screamed 'whore'.
"Fuck this shit," Mallory cursed under her breath and got into the passenger side of… what? Edward's Volvo?
"What the… what do you think you're doing?" I shouted. Why is she trying to do by getting into my boyfriend's car!
"Baby, I'll just drive her to your place. You need to get back soon. Charlie's worried," he caressed my face just the way I liked it, tugging the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.
I forced a smiled in return, pressing my lips against his as he kissed back.
At least that girl's able to see how Edward is kissing me. I bet she's rolling her eyes at us. She must have not known how I caught her staring at Edward the first time we saw each other. It's not surprising that she got into his car, really. But that whore better stay away from my man.
I'm trying to like her and to accept her but she's making it tough for me.
I trust Edward, and as much as I want to trust Mallory, I can't. Not until she proves herself to be worthy of it.
The strange thing is, she doesn't seem like she came to Forks to claim kin. She wants nothing from us. Why did she choose to come to Forks then?
Negative thoughts clouded my mind as I drove home, parking my truck in the driveway.
Edward's shiny silver Volvo is nowhere to be seen.
I opened the main door to see Charlie's worried brown orbs.
"Bells, did you get her?"
"I did, but she wanted to take Edward's car so she's getting her back. She listens to Edward more," a sigh escaped my lips.
I sat on the couch and Charlie sits beside me and gives me a soft pat on my shoulder.
"I know you don't like her, Bells. We just have to give her a little more time."
"I'm trying. She's so stubborn."
"You're stubborn too. It runs in the family."
Silence.
The clock strikes 2. I've been home for more than an hour and they're not back yet.
I dial for Edward.
He doesn't pick up.
I dial again.
Ignored.
Charlie has fallen asleep on the couch. I decided not to wake him up. I don't want him to start panicking why Mallory isn't here yet. I'm too exhausted to handle it. I'm too tired even to feel angry at myself for trusting Edward to bring her home.
I had this coming.
That bitch.
So here's the prologue! Let me know what you think!
