Hey everyone! New comers, people who read the beginning of Live and Learn, and to everyone following me. I am continuing this story for .day, I fell in love with it and was honored when she offered it to me. I just hope I can do her justice! I will be updating with the chapters she has written while working on the newest ones! Also this does not mean I am giving up on my own stories, I am still working and brain storming on those(though slowly). Enjoy and thank you for giving me a chance!
Markie o.0
Prologue
1,583.51 Miles, that's how far away I had to move. I say "had to" because although I wasn't technically forced, in all honesty I didn't have much of a choice. My mother just couldn't handle having me around anymore, it was just too hard for her. I understood believe me I did, but that didn't make it any easier for me.
I had to move all the way from beautiful sunny Phoenix all the way to wet and windy Forks, Washington. Needless to say it was going to suck and I wasn't happy about it.
I must admit that I was slightly angry at Renee for sending me away. I understood that after what happened it was tough for her but it was tough for me too. I was having a hard time too, I was hurting just as much as she was.
Renee couldn't see it though. She was too blind in her grief to see that after losing one child she was pushing away another one.
I wasn't happy about Renee's choice to send me away but I wasn't going to fight her on it. I knew how much it hurt her to see me every day and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her anymore.
So I accepted Renee's wishes and packed my bags. One small suitcase and one duffel bag.
It seemed quite sad that my whole seventeen years of existence fit into those two bags.
My whole life just packed away.
Still though I couldn't bring everything with me, some things had to be left behind mostly just rubbish, stupid, meaningless things, but there were some things that were irreplaceable, that I would never get back.
Things that belonged to him. He was only four months dead but yet it felt as if had been years. These last few months had been so long, so tiring. I just wanted them to be over. I knew they would probably never end, after all he was gone.
The day that he left my whole life fell apart as well as Renee's and my fathers: Charlie and I don't think that our family, if it could ever be called that, could ever be put back together, not without him.
I couldn't think about it any longer it was depressing me too much and my day was shitty enough without thinking about all the crap that had happened in the last four months.
So with that I zipped the zip on my duffel bag and carried it out to the car where Phil and Renee were waiting to drive me to the airport. I climbed in the back seat and slammed the door behind me.
Renee looked at me sternly from the front seat. I agreed to go live with Charlie but that doesn't mean I was okay with it. Slamming the door was my way of letting Renee know I was angry.
She turned around in her seat and ignored me for the rest of the drive. I wouldn't be surprised if she was drunk, that was a recurring habit lately.
Nobody spoke for the entire trip and I was fine with that. I just sat quietly and worried about moving to Forks, to Charlie. All I could do was pray that he didn't hate me as much as Renee, but if he did, I wouldn't blame him.