After waking up that morning I had no idea were to go or what to think.
I have always been independent in my life. My parents divorced when I was five but my mom re-married when I was twelve. But my dad on the other hand;, never did. He always used to say that I was the only girl in his life and that that would never change. So after my mom left it was only me and my dad and we looked after each other.
And I think that is why I grow up faster than usual.
I cooked sometimes and did all the laundry by the time I was eleven. And by the time I was fourteen I did ALL the cooking, but don´t get me wrong I loved to cook, I still do. And it was nice to do it, to always expect someone when it was time for dinner and of course to have the time to think.
But when I think back at that time, the day I first saw him, the day when my dad, Charlie, brought him home to our house. That memory will always haunt my mind.
It was august 13, and I remember that because it was exactly one month until my 18 birthday.
I stood in the kitchen and was making homemade pizza, when I saw my dad´s car rolling up the driveway. But I fast started to chop the cheese and ham in small pieces.
I heard the front door opening,
"Hi dad. How was work?" I asked.
"hmm, well, it was interesting…" I heard him muttered from the other side of the doorway.
I put down the knife I was using and began to walk out to the hall, that's when I saw him…
his bronzy all messed-up hair caught all my attention at first, but when I began to travel my eyes down south, I noticed his slim but also very muscular body. He wore a white V neck cotton t-shirt, that hug his wide chest, a pair of blue worn-out jeans, that sat perfectly on his hips and a pair of black sneakers.
It wasn't until after a few milliseconds that I noticed that he was all covered in dirt. I forced my eyes to look up in his face, and oh my god…
That most have been the most beautiful face that I have ever seen but I also noticed blood on his lip and when I looked up to his eyes I saw a big black mark around his right eye, well it was starting to turn blue…and that's when he looked at me…
Shit
I think I might have gasped for air, his emerald green eyes locked with mine and he smirked. And immediately I recognised those eyes, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Right before I was about to lose my mind, by over-thinking, I heard my dad clear his throat.
"Bella, this is Edward. Edward this is Bella. My daughter." And by that my dad started to unbuckled his gun and take of his jacket.
"Hello, it´s nice to see you." Edward said, and winked at me and did that dazzling smirk one more time before he followed my fathers lead and took of his shoes by the door.
"Yeah you to…"
That's when my father decided to speak up again
"Edward here, is going to stay here with us for a little while. And because we don't have an extra room to put him in, he's going to sleep on a mattress on the floor in your room. Is that okay?"
"Ehm, yeah I guess… wait…WHAT?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
