Chapter 1:
My name is Peaches Martin. I am seventeen years old. I have long blond hair and brown eyes. I am five feet tall and four inches tall. I guess you could say that I am kind of preppy.
As I loaded the last box into the moving truck, the painful Memories flooded my way. My life had been one rollercoaster after another.
FLASHBACK:
I was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. and my parents were on date night, so I was stuck watching the other siblings.
Brian was thirteen and Bree was six.
The doorbell rang.
I looked at the clock and shook my head.
Who would be coming to our home at ten at night?
I walked to the door and answered it to see two cops standing in my doorway.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
The cops looked at me and spoke.
"Peaches Martin?" asked the cop.
I nodded.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your parents were killed in a car accident." He said.
That night the cops stayed at the house until my Aunt Sarah Martin came to the house.
The next couple of days were a blur and I tried to keep it together for the kids.
After the funeral, I got a call from a Mr. Walker. It turned out he was my parent's lawyer.
The kids and I had to drive up to Beacon Hills, California in order to meet with him.
It also turned out that my Aunt and her family lived there.
My cousin Lydia Martin went to school there.
So, the kids and I packed up are stuff and decided to start fresh in Beacon Hills, California.
I was no legally emancipated and could provide for the kids and myself.
I would have to drop out of high school, but it was a choice I was willing to make, in order to keep my family together.
We drove to the lawyer's office, and my Aunt said she would keep in touch.
I was surprised that she just left us to fend for ourselves, but then again, we were never really close to my Aunt and her family.
END OF FLASHBACK:
We walked into the lawyer's office, and he greeted us with a warm smile.
"Well, let's get to it then." He said.
I nodded and followed him into his office.
Apparently, my parents had a will which went as follows:
The Living will and Testament of:
Ryan Allen Martin
And
Amanda Sarah Martin
To our dearest daughter, we leave sole custody, in case of our untimely death.
Due to the fact that Peaches is seventeen, she will be emancipated.
However, according to the state of California, there are rules and regulations, which must be followed in order to keep the children in question under the same roof as Peaches Martin.
Regulation number one, section three states that due to the fact that Peaches Martin is so young, she must therefore bind herself in holy matrimony to therefore better provide for the children.
The marriage should be legal and legitimate in every way.
There shall be regular checkups on the household to make sure that everything is going according to the requirements.
Regulation number two, section four states that, due to the fact that Peaches Martin has no home, she must therefore move into the home of the selected husband and he must therefore provide for her, as well as the children.
He will be responsible for the well being of the family in question. If you have any questions, please talk to a legal representative.
I sat there not having anything to say. What were my parents thinking? They were thinking that they were not going to die that night on date night.
The Lawyer spoke up.
"You have to go to Sheriff Stilinski.
He will be able to help you with this legal matter." He said.
I nodded, still not knowing what to say or do, and headed right to the sheriff's office.
Upon my arrival, the station was booming with activity.
"Excuse me, can you help me, I'm looking for Sheriff Stilinski." I said.
The woman at the desk smiled and had me follow her to the Sheriff's office.
When Sheriff Stilinski walked in, I handed him the paperwork and spoke my story.
There was silence for a good moment and then the sheriff spoke.
"I hate the laws of Beacon Hills, but I am the Sheriff and I need to inforce the rules, but I think I know a way that everyone will benefit." He said.
I nodded. I was willing to try anything at this point. I needed to keep my family together, and I was going to do whatever it took to do that, no matter how crazy it was.
"I have a man in custody." He said.
I nodded.
"I had to arrest him for murder, but I have no proof that he did it, just accusations and a couple of pieces of evidence here and there, that don't tie together at all." He said.
I didn't like where this was going, but I let the Sheriff Finish speaking.
"There is a law in the town of Beacon Hills, that basically states, if you, an upstanding citizen, were to marry him, the man I have in custody, then his record would be erased and the charges would be dropped, as long as he stayed out of trouble for six months. Also, it would help your current situation." He replied.
I sat for a good minute. This was crazy, but then again my whole life had been crazy.
"Ok." Was all I could manage to spit out of my lips.
The Sheriff nodded and had me follow him.
He grabbed a ring of keys off the wall and we were off to the cells.
"Derek Hale can be a bit stubborn and hard core at times, but don't let that scare you." Said Sheriff Stilinski.
We got to the holding cell. In the cell was a tall, dark, and handsome man sitting in the cell, on the bench.
"Derek Hale, I have a proposition for you." Spoke the Sheriff.
The man known as Derek Hale quirked an eyebrow, and looked between the sheriff and I. "And I wonder what that could be?" he replied.
I stood in the background, and waited for the Sheriff to finish showing this Derek Hale the papers, and explaining the benefits, rules, and regulations. Derek's eyes widened in awe at the proposal at first, but then he sniffed the air. His eyes went dark, and he didn't say anything. He actually sniffed the air.
There was silence, and not one word came out of anyone's mouth and Derek Hale studied me, like a tiger eyeing up its prey. Then he spoke.
"I'll do it." He said.
The Sheriff nodded in agreement and let Derek out of the holding cell.
Derek turned to me and spoke. He smiled a smile, that normally would make me drop on the floor, but today, it was just irritating.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Derek Hale. I guess we're getting married." He said.
I shook Derek's hand.
"I'm Peaches Martin." I said.
Derek stopped and quirked up an eyebrow.
"Peaches…..your parents named you Peaches?" He said.
I nodded.
"Yup, Mom was going through a fruit phase." I said.
Derek nodded and turned to the Sheriff.
"Let's get this over with." He growled.
I rolled my eyes, and we followed the Sheriff.
"Sheriff, if it's ok, I would like for a couple people to be here. It's not every day I am getting married to a pretty girl." said Derek.
Sheriff Stilinski nodded and we watched as Derek pulled out his cell phone and made a phone call.
When he walked back, he spoke. "They'll be here in a minute." He replied.
I looked to the sheriff and spoke.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to use the restroom while we wait." I said.
Both Sheriff Stilinski and Derek nodded.
I walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I couldn't help it anymore.
I let the tears fall.
When I was done crying, I got up and walked over to the bathroom mirror.
My eyes were blotchy and red.
I washed my face with some water.
When I lifted my head to look at my relection, my cousin Lydia Martin was standing behind me.
"Come here sweety. It's ok." She said as she grabbed me for a hug.
"Lydia, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, I couldn't let my favorite cousin get married without me there as her maid of honor." She said. I smiled.
"Now, I've talked to everyone, and the wedding has been moved to outside, and I bought you a dress to wear. Here, put this on." She said. I gasped.
"Lydia, you don't have to do this." I said.
Lydia smiled.
"Of course I do, Its not every day, my cousin gets married. I'm not letting you get married like this, you must at least look the part." She said.
I nodded. Once my cousin Lydia got something into her head, there was no turning back, and I mean no turning back.
So, I let Lydia dress me up, and do my hair and put gook on my face. When I was finished, I actually liked the results.
We walked out to the wedding area, and I could see Derek's gaze boring into me.
"You ready?" he asked.
I gulped and nodded.
Sheriff Stilinski nodded and began the wedding ceremony.
"Ok, do you Derek Hale, take Peaches Martin, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do you part?" asked the Sheriff.
Derek's eyes studied mine, and his hands never let mine go.
"I do." He stated.
"Ok then, do you Peaches Martin, Take Derek Hale, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey?" asked the Sheriff.
"I do." I replied.
"Ok, then, moving on." Said the Sheriff as he turned toward Derek.
I'm assuming you two don't have rings, so I had Stiles go out and get them on his way here." He said.
"Who's Stiles?" I asked.
"My son." Replied the Sheriff.
"Yea, that's me. Here are the rings Derek. Never thought in a million years, you of all people would be getting married." He said as he slapped Derek on the back.
Derek glared at Stiles and then looked at me.
"Shall we continue?" he asked.
I nodded and then the Sheriff spoke again.
"Ok, Derek, repeat after me, as you place Peaches rings on her fingers." He said.
Derek nodded and repeated.
"I, Derek Hale, take you Peaches Martin, to be my wife, I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life." He said.
Sheriff Stilinski turned to me.
"Peaches, please repeat after me as you place Derek's ring on his finger." He said.
I repeated.
"I Peaches Martin, take you Derek Hale, to be my husband, I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life." I said.
Sheriff Stilinski spoke.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. Derek, you may kiss your bride." He said.
Derek glared at the sheriff.
The sheriff smiled a cheesy smile, and then Derek rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Derek then proceeded to take a step closer to me.
He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
It was like every part of my body was alive.
I felt alive, and the kiss felt so right.
"Congratulations you two." said the Sheriff.
I smiled.
"Thank you?" , replied Derek in a questioning way. His eyebrow quirked up and he was giving the Sheriff a weird look.
My brother Brian came over to me.
"Congratulations! I know you're doing this for Bree and I, so I'm letting you off easy." He said. I smiled.
"Thanks Brian." I said. Brian turned to Derek.
"If you hurt her, they will never find your body." He said. Derek smiled. "Is that so?" he said.
Brian nodded and raised his arms up in the air. "Just saying." He said. Derek chuckled and shook his head, but to me it seemed as if Derek was laughing to himself about something totally different.
Bree walked up to us and pulled on the hem of my dress.
"I tired. We go home now?" she asked.
I looked to Derek who spoke. "Come on, I'll take you all home." He said.
I nodded. "And where is home exactly?" I asked. Derek smiled.
"My house." He said.