A letter that changed the course of Sofia's future.
Was it fate? or was she called to "La Push" by something else, an invisible pull?
Whatever it was, she's in for a bumpy ride.
{Rated T. still not sure where I am going with this, but it's going. Just in case the rating changes I'll let you know.
This is my first time writing on here so bear with me little wolves.
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR JACOB OR THE WOLVES OR ANYTHING REALLY, JUST MY OG CHARACTERS AND THE WORDS I MESHED TOGETHER.
BTW THIS IS COMING FROM A TEAM EDWARD GIRL FO LIFE, JACOB HAS JUST BEEN ON MY MIND A LOT LATELY, SORRY EDWARD I STILL LOVE YOU.}
"Eternal Flower"
CHAPTER ONE
Sofia POV
I stood from my bed to look out the window as the sun was beginning to make its grand appearance. 7:00 am on the dot. I Could hear the beautiful birds outside my apartment window and the sound of a city ready to awaken. Los Angeles had its beauty but it never felt like home. I walked towards my desk, I had to email a column to Peter, my boss.
After that, I walked towards the kitchen and served myself some fresh coffee.
As I sipped the last of my coffee, I looked through all the mail that was all displayed on the counter and remembered the letter I kept in the drawer. The reason for why I was up so early.
I had received a letter a few months ago.
A letter from La Push, Washington.
Dear Sofia Robertson,
My name is Billy Black, I am chief of the Quileute reservation in La Push, Washington. It has come to my attention that you are the daughter of one Mary Robertson. I knew Mary when she was a young sprout age of 15, please do me the honor of visiting whenever you would like, or give me a call, I may be able to clarify some things that might have never been spoken to you before. Give this old man a chance to maybe light the way to who you are and where you come from. I'll be expecting to hear from you.
-Billy Black
After the mysterious letter I had written back almost at the speed of light, the curiosity was too much to bear.
Mr. Black had told me he knew of my father and mother and that he would like it if I came down to La Push, not trusting in this strange man too much I had evaded him for a while, till he told me there was a home, a small home on the reservation that belonged to me and that I had the right to claim it. I'm not going to lie that persuaded me a little, but my curiosity ignited so much more than that. I wanted to know who my father was and who my mother was before she became the zombie I had come to know.
I always felt sorry for my mother so i never asked her for information, all i ever craved from her was her attention, maybe a look my way to give me the love i desperately needed but never received. I was born without the affection of a mother and never having a father, I knew I obviously had one but she never said who he was or where she met him.
I was emancipated from my mother at the age of 17 and took on the responsibility to care for my brother as well, he was 5. Liam.
He's 9 now.
At the age of 16 i had finished High School, At the age of 17, I took on an emancipation and a 5-year-old, At the age of 19 I had finished my College Career, i became a writer, but my credentials say Journalist. I did everything on my own, never letting myself become bitter from my past. I always wanted to see the Beauty in everything and everyone even amid so much sadness.
I always tried not to stay to far from home. I was Liam's only hope for a better future and i did not want to be far from him. He was after all my little brother and my ray of sunshine.
I raised him, a child taking care of a child. My mother's inability to understand
how hurt we were by her coldness drove me to be Liam's only motherly figure.
i started to remember when liam was born and the last piece of hope that was blown away so quickly from us.
After she had given birth to Liam, her "then" boyfriend never visited the hospital, i was there at the age of 12 holding my mother's hand while she gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby boy with the bluest of eyes and darkest of hairs. My mother looked my way and for the first time, I saw her beautiful smile, it almost knocked the wind out of me, "what should we name him"? She asked.
I looked at the chubby little baby in my mother's arms and knew right away what I would call him, Liam. His name would be Liam.
He looked like his father - that terrible man, how i hated him. but the moment Liam was born i was grateful I would no longer be alone.
When we returned home, my mother had a little spark in her carrying liam, i felt a little jealous but happy she was finally happy, I knew she was always cold due to an unknown pain of her past that sadly, produced evidence, me. but i felt a change in the air as she smiled towards me to see liam fast asleep in her arms. She was so happy.
Then the phone rang.
She motioned me to get the phone.
Hello?
Hey sof-there's my girl, is your mom there.
Im not your girl Ray!
"Sofia", is that ray? My mother asked
Staring at my mother and the smile she had, I dreaded handing her the phone == even the sound of ray's voice left a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I felt something stirring in the air. Trouble.
"yes mom, its ray" I answered handing her the phone = I could hear Ray's chuckles on the other end of the line.
Ray Ray, you'll never guess,
We have a son! what you always wanted!
Aren't you excited!
He's a little early but….
I started to see some color draining from her face as the call went on.
Ray…. What did you say?
No…no… I heard you but….
(Soft gasp) How could you do this?
What about….
Ray!
Please. You can't…
Why?...
Just then - Liam's screams and tears flooded the very tense atmosphere, but my mother could not care less, she began to weep and I saw her tears wet Liam's little face which caused him so much discomfort.
I saw her stand up with the phone in one hand and the baby in the other, almost dropping him I ran to her side.
"Mom".
"Take him now! – was all she said and handed me Liam who cried and cried nonstop" = she left to her bedroom with the phone in hand.
All I could hear where her screams, it cut deep into my heart as I looked down at the little crying baby.
My Mother cried herself to sleep that night.
And all the days after that never again did I ever see the spark and never again did she lay eyes on her baby boy and as always, she never laid her eyes on me.
Remembering all of this, brought a pain in my chest, an all too familiar pain.
I could remember hearing my doctor's screechy voice in my ear, = It's just anxiety sweetheart, no need to worry You are way too young to be having a heart attack.
As I put the letter down while in the kitchen coming back to me present surroundings, I had hoped I was making the right choice. I was moving my brother and I from Los Angeles to La Push Washington all to finally know who my father was and who I was. Maybe my brother and I didn't have to be so alone, after the emancipation in which my mother was so happy to be rid of us, we had only each other. Billy Black had mentioned in our most recent phone call, that he would tell me everything once we were face to face, and against all my and the better judgement from my friends and coworkers, I believed him. He sounded so fatherly and kind, in my inner most being I felt he was telling me the truth.
I glanced at the boxes in our apartment. I was still going to work. Just farther, being a writer had its's benefits. Billy had send me a picture of our new home. It was Blue, quaint but very pretty, I already had so many ideas towards the little house. Liam called it "Little Blue". I could already see he was excited. He was a little bit lonely in LA, and I felt sad at that. I was always working. But when Billy mentioned there were many kids his age in La Push, I knew he was going to love it there.
A little voice woke me from my own thoughts and I looked up to a very excited boy with luggage in his hands.
Soff' are you ready for our adventure? - he looked towards my pajamas with an eyebrow lifted.
Of course, I replied sarcastically, don't you think I'll impress in this outfit? I laughed modeling my Striped Pink Pajamas. And for added effect I began to "ooh, and ahh" … that made him crinkle his forehead and start laughing till he ran, yelling towards the bathroom," I have to pee."
I walked towards my bedroom and got ready for the long Road trip.
We packed the car with what we could carry in my small Black Prius.
And already called the movers to move the rest the next day.
I sat in the driver's seat fiddling with my phone to get the GPS right and looked towards Liam sticking my tongue out.
He smiled and stuck his out too.
Now, 22 hours and 15 minutes and we'll be at our new home.
I am excited. He replied as I drove out towards the beginning of what could be a change in our lives for the better.
With that said, my chest began to soften in its pain. I really hoped I was making the right decision.