Disclaimer: Twilight is all Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing.
AN: So this is the prologue, of what could be my second fanfic, revolving around Seth and his imprint It takes place about six years after Breaking Dawn, in the same universe as Blossoming. You don't really need to read that one, to understand this one, there's also some info on my profile page.
Prologue
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POV: Lily
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Now it wasn't the best job in the world, but it was a start, and honestly the security of working in my Aunt's store wasn't a bad thing either. So when my mom had arranged for me to work here and stay with my Aunt, I agreed.
It felt wrong though, not the fact that she kicked me out, that I understood, but why now? Let's face it, I hadn't been exactly easy on her, not that she deserved it, but that's beside the point. I was concerned with the timing of it all, usually she would just ignore me, but not now, not this time. This time she had hit a breaking point and sent me to La Push.
My Aunt wasn't so bad, she knew her sister well, so she was perfectly aware of the fact that my mom wasn't much of a mom at all. She expected me to do my job and abide by her rules, which wasn't hard to do at all, since there were only a few simple ones.
Number one: Earn my living, she let me stay with her for free, so that meant helping around the house.
Number two: Take the job seriously, no cutting corners or coming in late, do the job I was paid to do.
Number three: No men allowed in the house without her permission.
As I said, simple, reasonable rules, it was easy enough for me to honor them. Since she didn't charge me anything, it was easy for me to start saving, so that I could soon move into a place of my own. LaPush suited me, the simplicity of it, the lack of big crowds, it reminded me very much of the reservation I grew up on.
So my plan was to look for a house here, it didn't have to be big, I just wanted something where I could be myself. Next to the hours I was scheduled to work, I would volunteer whenever there was need for a pair of extra hands. At the house I cleaned and cooked as much as I could, showing her how grateful I was for the way she was providing for me.
As far as men go, that was no problem for me, I had decided a long time ago that I would never let one get close to me. I refused to be some dumb bimbo, for a guy to use me for sex and food, for being the one standing by while he drank himself fat in front of the television, to eventually leave me when some younger bimbo came skipping by. No I had it good, and men were just no use for me.