Hey Guys. So I wrote this story a while ago and decided to post it to see what people thought of it. So please read, enjoy and review. Thank you!
Bella POV:
I just finished signing the paperwork to put my young son up for adoption. My son only had one feature of his, his bronzehair. I knew as he grew older he would look even more like his father. I couldn't handle. I would be reminded of him everyday. I needed to get on with my life and get over him After all he left me and told me to have a normal life.
I named my son Jacob after my best friend. Jacob was the one there for me throughout my whole pregnancy after my friends from Forks abandoned me. His middle name was Charlie for my dad. who surprisingly didn't kick me out or try to kill the Cullen family. Which was utterly impossible since they weren't even where they said they moved to and they are vampires. Jacob Charlie Swan I hope you grow up well...
Jacob C. POV
16 years later
I know nothing of my parents and I don't have anything to remember them by. Supposedly my dad left my mom during her pregnancy and once I was born she left me to the adoption agency telling them a vague story as if there was something to hide. In my mind they were both jerks.
I have never been adopted, just passed through foster homes. At my age there is almost no hope in getting adopted. I cannot wait until I'm eighteen get to live on my own but for now I'm stuck. A couple is visiting today and requested a teenager. This is an extremely unusual situation and since I am the only teenager I have to go and meet them.
They're sitting on the couch in lounge while I sit in the armchair across from them.
"Hello. Your name's Jacob right?" the man asks as if they both haven't read my file.
"Yes. My name is Jacob." I reply holding back my emotions.
"He's perfect!" the supermodel wife says trying to be quiet into her gigantic husbands ear.
"We'll adopt him." the man says loud enough for Jennifer, the lady in charge. It was despicable. They act like I'm some puppy they're gonna take home from a shelter.
The couple follows Jennifer into the office to fill out the adoption paperwork while I wait in the lounge for what seems like an hour.
"Go get your things Jacob. Your moving in with your new family." says Jennifer as if to say "congratulations you get to leave while I stay here in this poor paying job."
I slowly walk up the stairs not in a rush to leave with my "new" family. I grab the duffel bag from under my bed and stuff all my clothes into it. I walk outside and see a silver Volvo with the man waiting to put my bag in the trunk. I place it in the trunk myself and head to my seat in the back.
As the woman starts the car and pulls onto the street she says "This isn't our normal car. We borrowed it from our brother. We live in Forks with our parents, two brothers and sister."
"Joy" I reply sarcastically as we reach the limits of Port Angeles and realize I have to deal with five more of these people.
"Oh my Gosh! We forgot to introduce ourselves," the woman shouts dramatically. "I'm Rosalie and this is Emmett. You don't have to call us mom and dad."
"K" I respond since I already planned on not calling them mom and dad. The car is silent for the rest of the trip.