Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Never have, never will. Well, unless I can convince Stephenie Meyers to give it to me. But why should she when she owns Edward.
Along Came Morning
BPOV
I never thought that my life would end up like this. I mean, my life was like that of a princess. My mom adored me (but seriously, there are few moms that don't adore their children) as did her new husband Phil.
But not in a freaky way, in a "Wow! I have a daughter" way. To be honest, I liked Phil too. Since he was minor league baseball player with the potential to go pro, he made fairly good money, not to mention his awesome job as a night club owner.
If his baseball career didn't work out at least he has a cool second job. But that's not what I meant when I said I never expected my life to turn out like this. No. That I a completely different scenario.
I was devastated the night I got the news.I was home working on schoolwork while Mom and Phil were at one of his games. I usually went with them but I had made a deal with my mom that if I stayed home and finished all my homework she would take me to Mexico on her business trip the next month. I wouldn't have been behind at all except for the fact that I had gotten a cold and missed several days of school.
So there I was, watching television while finishing up my history paper. The knock on the door surprised me but even more were the cops on the other side. At first I thought they were robbers or murderers trying to get in (we've all heard the stories). But their badges were real and so was their sympathy.
You see, they had to deliver the news that Mom and Phil were dead. Not a crazy, dramatic obsessed fan kind of death. But a simple, easily avoided death. They were hit by drunk driver.
Killed instantly.
The driver would never even have been behind the wheel. He even had a designated driver. Smart. But his buddy decided to stay at the bar and try to pick a waitress. So the guy veared across the road and hit my family head on.
I don't blame the drunk driver. Not really. I actually blame his friend. The one that left him to fend for himself. The one that didn't care if anyone got hurt. He should be the one in trouble. He should be the one on trial.
But no! He walks away scotch free. Not even a warning. He was the one that should have died. He is the one I blame. He is why I now have to see the one person I never wanted to see again. Not just see him, but I have to live with him. My father. Charlie.
Okay, so I know it's short but I wasn't sure how long they turn out to be when they are uploaded. This is just the prologue. I hope everyone enjoys it.
Love, unintentionally funny