"We're here, Abby." Charlie said, as his squad car lurched to a stop, waking Abrielle from a deep dreamless sleep.
"Ouch, fuck!" She said as she hit her head on top of the door while getting out of the car. Charlie gave her a look of disapproval.
"Sorry Uncle Charlie." She said. "I forgot I have to behave."
"Make sure you don't forget again." Charlie said, with a smile. Abrielle smiled back at him and laughed.
16 year old Abrielle Marie Gardner, who liked to be called Abby, was brought to rainy and cold Forks, Washington, from warm and sunny Tampa, Florida, because of too much alcohol and bad judgement. She had gotten in a fight with a girl at a party, she couldn't remember why, and had been charged with underage drinking and assault. The news had gotten around to her mother's brother, police chief Charlie, and the law had given her an incentive: live with Charlie in Forks, follow the law, get good grades and attendance at school, and have a weekly alcohol test; or go to juvi. She, of course had chosen the first option, which brings her to Washington.
Abby walked up the stone steps to the porch, and went inside Charlie's little white house. It looked almost exactly as she remembered it from when she was just 8 years old, when she last visited. It looked lived-in enough that it felt cozy, but it wasn't cluttered. Charlie was never the decorator type, so he had mostly just left the decorations the way that Renee had them before they got a divorce.
"Your house smells like rain. Big suprise." Abby said.
"It smells good though right?" She heard a girls voice, turned around, and saw Bella.
"BELLAAAAA!" She cried. "I've missed you like hell!"
"I've missed you too Abby!" Bella said, and hugged her. It had been almost 8 years since they had seen eachother.
"How have you been? You look so different." Bella asked Abby. It was the truth. Since Bella had seen her she had gotten much older, dyed her hair blonde, and gotten a nose piercing.
"There are soooo many different ways I could answer that question, do you want the nice answer or the honest one?" Abby said. They both laughed.
"Yeah, Charlie told me why you were coming before he left for the Seattle Airport. How did you end up beating a girl up?" Bella asked in amazement. She had always been good, so Abby knew why she didn't get why.
"I don't even remember because I was drunk. Totally shwasted. I can't even remember how many vodka shots I had at that party." Abby replied.
"Oh my god."
"Yep, I kinda got myself into more trouble than i hoped...I'm really ashamed of myself. I"m not proud at all."
"Why?"
Abby had to think hard about how she wanted to reply. She decided to be honest.
"Because my mom would be really mad at me."
"Abby...she would forgive you." Bella said sadly. Abby's mother had been murdered two years earlier, by her abusive drug addict father. Abby loved her mother. She was gentle and kind to everyone, and she loved Abby very much.
"I don't know. If she were here she would be hurt by what i've done. She always told me not to drink or do drugs to escape from my problems like my Dad used to do, but that's exactly what it's come to."
Bella came over and sat on the couch with Abby, and hugged her. Bella couldn't begin to think of how much pain Abby had been through in the past few years. She felt so sorry for her but she didn't know what to say. And Bella was happy that Abby was here, but she couldn't help being thankful that she hadn't come a few weeks earlier, and had to find out how Victoria had been tracking her down with the newborns, and that she didn't have to find out about the Volturi. Keeping the secret would be much tougher though now that she was here. But, Bella was still happy to see her nonetheless.
"But, I have hope. I think things are going to get better once I get clean for good." Abby said quietly.
"I know. You're gonna be okay, now that you're here with us you'll get through this." Bella replied. A long silence followed.
"Okay, alright, lets get off this subject. Can you show me my room?" Abby said with a smile.
"Sure." Bella said, as they walked upstairs. Bella led her to a small, comfy bedroom with dark blue walls and purple sheets. An anceint looking computer was on a desk in the corner, and Bella's pictures were tacked up on a cork bulletin board.
"Uh Bella, isn't this your room?" Abby asked.
"It used to be." She said. Abby turned around and looked at her. She saw a smile creeping onto her face.
"Bella, what'd you do now? Did Charlie kick you out or something?" Abby asked, laughing. She knew that Bella wasn't capable of doing any thing terrible enough to get kicked out of the house.
"No..I'm living with my...fiancee!"
"DAMN, you're getting married? Ohmygod! I'm so happy for you!" Abby cried and hugged Bella. "Is he a worthy guy?" She asked.
"Yeah. He's amazing, his name's Edward Cullen. He's so sweet, and he has a great family. His dad is the town docter."
"Well, i'm happy you think that I'm amazing." Abby and Bella turned around to see Edward by the door of the bedroom. Bella went over and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Edward, this is Abrielle. She's my cousin." Bella said.
"Happy to meet you Abrielle, I've heard so much about you from Bella. She couldn't wait for you to get here." Edward said.
"Happy to meet you too, you can just call me Abby. I'm really excited to hear that you and Bella are getting married!" Abby said politely.
"About that..." Edward said, "We were wondering if you would like to be a bridesmaid. My sister Alice is going to be the maid of honor, and my other sister Rosalie is going to be a bridesmaid also, but we still could use another one.."
"I would love to! I've never been a bridesmaid before!" Abby was estatic.
"Thank you Abby!" Bella said, and she went over and hugged her. "We're gonna go today and make the final choices for the dresses, because my wedding is a month from today. You should come."
"Count me in!" Abby said.