Fork in the Road
Isabella Marie Swan
"What the hell is your problem?!?!?" I scream at my mother through the closed door.
"My problem is that you have no respect for me or for Phil at all!!!"
"I can't believe that you're still defending that asshole after what he did to you."
"He didn't mean to honey. He just got really upset." My mother's voice softens at this, as if she is explaining something very complicated to a four year old.
"He is an idiot and he has changed you. He has ruined my life!!!" I scream at her once again.
"You ruined my life!!!" she screams back at me.
"Oh really, and how did I do that?"
"By living."
She will never know how much that hurt me.
We share a completely silent car ride to the airport. Silent but deafening.
She was never like this before He came. He has brainwashed her. I hate him and hope that he dies a slow, painful death.
He is Phil. My mom's new live-in boyfriend, he has been living with us for six months now. And for those six months he has been slowly changing my mother. She was always so vibrant and beautiful now she and I fight every day. Now he has finally convinced her that she is better off without me. Better off living with him, the abusive, alcoholic, unemployed bastard.
I get on the plane without even a kiss goodbye, just a small hug and about two hundred dollars. Money that she is giving my father for "living expenses". Basically she paid him to take me. The two hour plane ride from Phoenix to Forks seemed to pass in a matter of seconds. I was dreading to go to the rainy, depressing town in the middle of nowhere to live with my father, Charlie Swan, the police chief for the miniscule hellhole that I would be living in until I graduated next year.
Please let me die!!!
But when I got off the plane and saw who was with my dad, standing next to the police cruiser I thought I really would die. Right there in the rain that was pouring down from the heavens.
So you have to tell me what you think!!!
I might continue!
