It was dark still when I woke. I turned to look at the clock, it read 4:15am. Another hour of sleep I could of gotten. But I couldn't sleep again. Just thinking about Bella coming makes me want to punch something. She was coming this morning, her plane gets in at six. Dad is going to go get her, but he insists on me coming with. Bella and I haven't talked in years. Our mother had only taken her with her when she left our dad. Renee left one of her twin babies behind and didn't think twice. She never bothered to call on Christmas or my birthday. Dad said that it's time for me to put all this behind me. He said that I will have to help Bella around school and make sure she doesn't kill herself by walking out the front door.
As I lay here in my bed for what seemed minutes it turned into about an hour. I slowly made my way to the bathroom where I saw my dad, Charlie, trimming his mustache.
"Morning Beccs. Sleep well?" he asked as he continued to trim
"Morning dad. No I didn't. I tossed and turned all night. Why did we have to squeeze another bed in my room? When she could sleep on the couch?" I asked reaching past him for my hairbrush
"She's your sister and you haven't seen each other in years. You need to bond and get along for once."
"No. I don't want to get along with her. She doesn't even bother to call me. Yet she calls you once every two weeks. See how wrong that is? I'm her TWIN sister! I tried to call her several times a week. But she didn't bother to pick up. And mom hasn't called me in years." I said brushing my hair
"Becca, you need to stop. Your mom just got married a month or so ago so she's still getting used to the whole concept of marriage again. So cut her some slack. And Bella is getting used to having a step dad so cut her some slack as well."
"Okay. I will cut them some slack for the past few months. But not the years. I think I deserve the benefit of the doubt to at least get one phone call from each of the two. And I don't remember getting a invitation to mom's wedding." I snapped as I threw my hairbrush back on the counter and stormed off to my room
"I'm not coming with to get her." I called behind me as I shut my door. I walked over to my dresser and began opening the drawers, searching for something to wear. I heard a knock on my door as it opened.
"You're coming with to pick up Bells from the airport. And that's an order." Charlie said closing my door again.
Great, I thought, a argument that I'm not going to win.
My dad he's the Chief of Police here in our little town called Forks. And when he says 'that's an order' or 'end of decision' that means you have no change at winning. Unless you are Megan Fox or Angelina Jolie in a bikini.