Finding Dad.
Prologue
My name is Hope Maire Alice Cullen, but I am in no way a cullen. My father Edward Cullen is some famous business man I have never nor do I want to meet.
My mother is Bella Swan and I love her very much. She is my rock and the one who has raised me, been a mother and father to me.
But today she sat me down on homly sofa and told me she had less than a year to live, and we had to find my father or I would be put into care on the day of her death. That was the moment my whole world was torn from me.
"Ma there has to be somthing they can do, anything! We can find other doctors im no expert but isnt there like operations for things like this."
However my mothers face fell.
"Baby those procedures cost so much money and they dont have a grantuee of working. Plus the cancer in my head is far too devolped, I would never leave you in that kind of debt"
I lay on my mother lap and cried all night and I'm not one to show my emotions. But I had a feeling I would from this day forward cry very much.
We lived in a small town called Forks, and I loved it here. I had friends and a life, my mother didn't get out very often as she was either working at the school or in the house cleaning and cooking. She'd never dated a single man since the day I was born. But that was her, she would never love another and although she'd never admitted it to me, she still loved my father very very much even after all he did to her.
She often told me I looked like him, I was of average hight with long curly bronze hair, my eyes were a deep choclate but when I was very mad or upset they had a touch of emerald round the edge. I had a small frame but I packed a punch, just ask Lauren Malory our school slut. She had once said some testy things to me and I broke her nose, which I was actually quite proud of.
I've always had a temper and always been a bit of a trouble maker, not in the bad sense of brake the law, I just always found myself in a tangle. Most of all though I enjoy helping others and I cant stand to see people down or get bullied.
We went to bed that night and I slept with my mother holding on to her for dear life, afraid that she would dispear at any second. I couldn't see my life without her and I had no other family. Grandad Charlie passed away and I have never met my mothers mom, they never really hit off. Aparently she fled when my mother was young never to be seen again, much like my asshole of a dad.
The other thing my mind was going over and over was that I had to find my dad and ask him to take me in when my mother eventually died. I dont want this and I dont't want to meet him, I never want to find him. I'd rather go into care, its only the same really and its not as if i knew my dad so a foster family would be no differnt
So explain to me why three days later I found myself and my mother sat on a plane that was flying to New York City!