All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, all things Recovery belongs to me. My Bella is mulatto. The names stay the same, but the storyline is all different. Rated M for adult situations, sexual content, and adult language.
Prologue
The air was thick with fog, and the ground dewy from the previous rain shower. The clouds created a grey blanket in the sky, adding to the doom the young brunette felt in her heart. Six years had passed since she had been in the town of Forks; Washington to be exact. Her deep chocolate doe eyes took in the scenery nibbling on her lower lip. With a deep sigh and shake of her head she allowed her sneaker clad feet to lead her across the wet pavement.
In front of her was the home she called hers up until the age of eighteen years old. There was no way she thought she'd be back, especially not under these circumstances. Mustering up the courage despite the bundle of nerves that was beginning to swell up into her chest she made her way inside the house. It was just like she thought it would be, simple, quaint, and cozy.
Agonizingly slow she made her way further into the house. A brown loveseat sat in the middle of the den along with a lazyboy in the opposite corner, there was a black coffee table centered littered with newspapers, in the midst a 32" TV stood out. It wasn't anything special, but it wasn't horrible either. Flipping her tresses over her shoulder she continued her journey, feeling superficial bricks beginning to form on her feet. The kitchen was nothing she bothered to examine, there was a fridge, a stove, and a working sink; nothing much else mattered. Continuing on her way she finally reached the stairs before her brain could process the action she was already moving. Her body trembled with every step, bottom lip quivering as her brows furrowed. Taking a deep breath she stopped at the bedroom at the end of the hall.
She couldn't do it, couldn't allow herself. Within seconds of reaching her knees buckled, legs giving out. A deep wretched sob escaped her, as she took deep unsteady breaths. "Oh God!" She screamed.
"Bella?" The silky voice crooned out, stilling the brown eyed girl as electricity flowed through the air.
Whipping her head around those chocolate orbs locked in on the first and only man she ever really loved. "I-"
"Get the fuck out my house!" He roared cutting her off viciously.
Startled Bella rose to shaky feet. "I'm sorry.." she croaked before quickly fleeing. God only knew how sorry she was.