They Call It Falling
By: HalcyonMoment11
Summary: If you were given one chance, one chance to save the one that means the most to you, would you take it? Would you be brave enough to give up everything for this person? Would you give it all up with out a second thought? If you could save them what would you be willing to give to do so? What if the cost was your own life? Everything in this world has a price… What's yours?
Setting: Jacob did love Bella. Bella chose Edward and married him. There is no Renessmee (sorry). Bella's marriage to Edward did set some things straight between Jacob and Bella, now they're just friends. It's been 1 year since the third book.
Warning: Language at times, later suggestive themes. Paul and Rachel are together.
A/N: Okay, so first off, I wanted to apologize for taking down my first Twilight story, I just couldn't make it work, but I'm trying. I also want to point out that I absolutely love the pairing Jacob/Renesmee but I wanted to try this out. By the way, I'm going to pretend that Breaking Dawn never happened, even though I absolutely loved that book!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that relates to Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga or any of the lyrics that may be used in this story!
"Talking."
Thoughts.
Let's get out of this town tonight
Nothing but dust in the shadows
Gone by morning light
Somewhere we won't ever get caught, never be found
Baby let's just get out of this town
If we leave tonight and drive fast enough, all our troubles will be just like us
Long gone baby
-Get Out of This Town by Carrie Underwood
Chapter 1: La Push
I sighed, setting my chin in my palm and turning my gaze towards the rain splattered window. I watched as the blurred images of trees rushed by as the car sped down the highway, the steady hum of the motor echoing around me. This place might actually be a nice sight if it would stop raining.
I could feel my mother's gaze on my back as she continuously glanced from the road in front of the car to me and back again. The hazel eyes reflected in the foggy window narrowed. I refused to look at her, to acknowledge her presence.
If I had had any say in this move at all I wouldn't be here right now. It's her fault that I have never had any real life anywhere we've been. We never stay in any one place for any extended amount of time. She's constantly packing the both of us up and moving us to various locations every few months.
It never fails.
That's why I'm here now.
I heard her sigh and could imagine her shaking her head in the process.
"Cheer up kiddo, living here won't be so bad. And you'll be close enough to visit your cousin Emily whenever you want! Think about it Cris, you haven't seen her in years, it'll be nice to see her again won't it?" my mother questioned, glancing over at me again.
I ignored her and continued to glare out the window. Childish, I know. But what else could I do?
She sighed again, this time out of aggravation.
"You don't have to be so pessimistic about it, you haven't even seen the house yet, and the town is such a cute little place... you're gonna love it." she insisted with a small smile.
Easy for you to say... you're not the one that gets hauled around all the time and pulled out of a home you're just getting used to.
"Cris..."
I crushed my hands under my arms at my sides to keep myself from shaking. Slowly, I let out a deep breath and continued to ignore her, biting my tongue so that I wouldn't snap at her.
"I know you're mad at me for moving you around all the time and I'm sorry... but it'll be different this time... you'll see." Jen stated, her grip tightening on the steering wheel.
You said that last time too.
The rain pounded down from the darkening sky.
I brushed my long, black bangs out of my eyes as I stopped to look up at the small house my mom had stopped the car in front of. It was still pouring, bringing down my already bleary out look of our new home. And it was dark already, making it hard to catch the details of the house.
It was small, but not horribly small. The wood the house was built out of a dark pine- or at least it was in the rain- and it had a tin roof. There was a small front porch, a couple of steps up to the porch, and an old light just outside the small, white door, and two large windows, one on each side of the door. Both windows were shadowed by old curtains on the inside.
"Come on, Cris! Come see the inside!" Jen called, motioning for me to follow her as she made her way inside.
I sighed, tightened the grip on the two bags in my hands, and followed her in and out of the rain. My mother closed the door behind me when I got in. I shook the wet hair out of my face so that I could look around.
There was a small counter, a stove, a refrigerator, and a sink on the far side of the room we were in now. Other then those few things there were what looked like mountains of boxes scattered throughout the room and all over the white linoleum floor. I set my bags down with the rest and moved towards the open doorway a few feet away.
The first thing I noticed was more boxes, piled similarly to the piles in the kitchen. There was a dark blue rug under my feet now instead of linoleum, but the walls were the same light blue color with small vine-like designs at the bottom and top of the wall. There was no furniture yet, but I could tell this was to be the living room.
"So, what do you think Cris?" Jennifer questioned, watching me curiously from behind. I frowned at the old curtains that hung in front of one of the large windows I had noticed outside.
I shrugged and turned to look at her. "It's just another house right. It doesn't matter anyway because we'll be moving again in a few months."
Jen sighed and shook her head. "I already told you, Cris... this time will be different." she replied with a stern gaze.
"Yeah, sure..." I looked away from her again to study the small designs on the walls. She huffed and I could almost see her crossing her arms over her chest in a disapproving way.
"Maybe you'll feel a better about it if you see the rest of the house." she suggested grabbing my elbow and leading me through the maze of unpacked boxes towards a small hallway.
The walls of the hall were the same color as the living room and kitchen and the floors were the same colored carpet as the room before. She pulled me to a stop in front of the first wooden door and opened it to show me the contents inside.
It was the bathroom. There were black and white floor tiles and the light shade of purple covered the walls. There was a small tub with a shower curtain rod hanging around it connected to the ceiling with a shower head at one end of the tub. Closer to where we stood was a white porcelain toilet and across from it, next to the door, was a white porcelain sink.
"This, obviously is the bathroom." Jen stated before closing the door and pulling me further down the hall.
"And here..." she opened the next wooden door in the hallway and stepped aside so that I could look into the room. "This will be my bedroom." she stated.
There were a few boxes in the room marked 'Jen-Bedroom' sprawled out across the dark carpeted floor and a bed frame. I nodded slightly before she closed the door again and tugged at my arm. We stopped at the end of the hall and opened the last door to a small flight of stairs.
I raised a questioning eyebrow as I looked up them, not quite sure how this house managed to have a flight of stairs in it- it simply didn't look big enough from the outside.
"Well come on, I'll show you your room Cris." She pulled me up the stairs and into a room that must have been the attic for the previous owner.
"This is it." she stated. I noticed her questioning tone but ignored it while I looked around.
There were a few boxes up against the white walls and there was no ceiling, only the rafters of the roof. The floor was hard wood and at the far end of the room there was a small window that looked out over the back yard, or would if there wasn't a huge tree in the way. Again, like the rest of the house there was no furniture yet, only a rolled up sleeping bag in the middle of the floor with a pillow and my favorite stuffed animal next to it.
"What do you think?" Jennifer questioned.
I turned to look at her and smiled slightly, at least it wasn't as small as my old room back in San Francisco.
"It's... not bad." I replied quietly, earning myself a huge smile in return.
"I'm glad you like it! Now, the furniture will be here tomorrow, so we'll get all of that sorted out then, for now though you'll have to sleep in your sleeping bag. It's getting late and we have a lot to do tomorrow so you'd probably better get some sleep." she suggested.
I nodded in agreement.
"Alright." Jen smiled and gave me a quick hug. "Well then, good night my Cristina Irene." she said with a smile kissing my forehead.
I scowled. I hate it when she calls me that. "Don't call me that!"
She laughed and waved before she disappeared down the stairs.
"Good night!" I called after her before she shut the door behind her.
I sighed again and took off my jacket, tossing it onto a random box, and kicked my shoes off in the same general direction. Quickly, I unrolled my sleeping bag and set it up before making my way over the light switch to turn out the lights and then back to my warm sleeping bag. I let my muscles relax as I settled in, grabbing my small stuffed wolf in the process.
"Cris!"
I groaned and rolled over in my sleeping bag.
"Cris, time to get up!"
Attempting to ignore the wake up call again, I rolled over and pulled my soft, fluffy, sound absorbing pillow over my face.
"Cristina Irene Depani, get your rear out of bed now or I'll come up there and get you out of bed myself!"
I jumped slightly at the anger in my mother's shout before groaning and pushing myself out of bed-well my makeshift bed anyway. I had pushed her to the point of having to come and get me up once before, after that experience that threat was good enough to get me out of bed any day.
"Alright, alright, I'm up!" I shouted back. Best to calm the beast before she thinks I didn't hear her.
I stretched, lifting my arms up over my head and wincing slightly when my back and elbows popped, sore from sleeping on the hard wood floor.
Slowly, I made my way over to one of the multiple boxes that were pushed against the walls. I quickly shuffled through a few of them, grabbing some clean clothes and my bathroom utensils before making my way down stairs and into our new bathroom. It wasn't long before I was in and out of the shower, dressed, and ready to go.
I glanced at the reflection in the small mirror above the sink and took in my appearance. Most of my damp, black hair was up in a messy ponytail at the back of my head except for the few stubborn strands that refused to cooperate and fell in my lightly tanned face and hazel eyes. What curves I had -if you could call them that- were hidden under a large black and blue checkered flannel shirt over a tight dark purple tank top and by a pair of comfortable blue jeans.
I smiled slightly, satisfied with my reflection and moved out of the bathroom and back up to my room to drop off my stuff then back down stairs into the kitchen where my mother was currently working on unpacking some random items. She looked up as I walked in with a smile.
"Good morning Cris." she mumbled, brushing a few strands of her short black hair out of her bright green eyes. I forced a faint smile in return and nodded my head in greeting.
"We don't have much for breakfast right now, but I just put some fruit in the refrigerator if you want something." she stated moving back to the box in front of her.
"Okay." I replied before weaving my way through a few boxes towards the refrigerator. I grabbed an apple, turning it over in my hand once to examine it, and turned my attention back to Jen.
"So when's the furniture gonna get here?" I questioned, taking a bite of my apple.
"Um... I think it's going to be here around 10 o'clock so..." she looked at her wrist quickly as she pulled a few dishes out of the box she was shuffling through, "in about half an hour, that is, if they don't get lost." Jen continued, frowning slightly.
I sighed. Oh boy... it's going to be a long day...
"Well until then I guess we should-" Jen stopped, jumping slightly as at the sudden-rather loud- knock at the door.
"Who could that be?" she mumbled more to herself then me. I shrugged anyway and watched her as she crossed the kitchen to open the door.
TBC…
A/N: Hope you liked it. Jacob makes his appearance in chapter 2. Let me know how I did though please!
R&R
-HM11-