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A/N: For those of you who haven't noticed in my profile. Though I've been able to improve my English writing drastically since I started writing, I can't change being dyslectic or English being my second language, so please don't kill me for any grammar mistakes that slip through the cracks.

Summary: Edward has been unmanageable for years and his home situation has gotten out of hand. Eventually, social services finds him a new home with his aunt and uncle. But is a change of scenery really what's needed for a change of heart?

Saints and Angels

Chapter 1

I started mindlessly out of the window. My music was drumming loudly in my ears. I was aware the passengers around me were bothered by it, but one cold glare had shut up any protests. I had hoped to be denied boarding the plane to Port Angeles when I had to transfer in Seattle, but I had no such luck. I still didn't understand why people hadn't just left us alone. So what if I was letting my life go down the drain, I deserved it. Hell, it was my life to waste in the first place!

I growled angrily at the window, watching my reflection with hate. But no, of course social services had to butt in. Who did they think they were? And I swear, if I ever found the person who called them... the word pain would be underrated. Anyway, after repeated warning letters (which I had happily watched shrivel and die in a small bonfire in the backyard), phone calls (until our phone line was cut due to unpaid bills) and house visits (it was always a pleasure to slam the door in their faces) they had decided I should be placed into someone else's custody.

If they thought it would change me, they definitely had another thing coming. I had hoped no one would want me, but I was unpleasantly surprised to hear my aunt was setting up a room for me. I had had an hour to pack my stuff, or should I say, they packed it in the last 15 minutes while I watched them, lounging on my bed. Then I was taken to the airport where I had two hours before my flight from Chicago to Seattle left. I had gleefully stood at the check in, knowing I didn't have any identity papers. Unfortunately, they had them for me. I considered leaving the airport after checking in. Again they were one step ahead, someone stayed with me until boarding. And he was male too, so even on a trip to the bathroom I had shadowed. Creeps.

At my transfer in Seattle I had considered just not boarding the next plane. Three things had convinced me not to though. One, my bag was getting on one way or the other and I didn't really have any hand luggage other than my ipod and phone (ironically, both had been presents from the same aunt I was going to) and two, I didn't have any goddamned money, so even if I did leave, there was nothing I could do, leading me to point three. I didn't know anyone in Seattle. Had I still been in Chicago, I would've been able to crash at some friend's place. In Seattle the only place I would probably be crashing was a box I had to share with ten homeless guys, no thank you. I do have some standards of life.

So here I was, on a plane to Port Angeles to meet an aunt and uncle I hadn't met, spoken to, or had any contact with in years. Sure I did keep the presents they send, but that didn't mean they had ever gotten a single 'thank you' for them. Oh and I was almost forgetting my two cousin, oh joy. I watched the seatbelt sign come on and briefly considered not buckling up and leaving my ipod on. That would, however, result in catching the attention of one of the stewardesses. Uh, no thanks. Like I hadn't noticed the bitches had been eyeing me from the moment I boarded. Granted, I looked older than I actually was, but I should think after the first fifteen times of being told to 'fuck off', 'get lost', 'leave me the fuck alone' one would think that even they would have gotten the message that all I wanted was for the world to forget I existed and leave me be.

Before I knew it I was getting off the plane, a sour expression on my face. Of course it had to be raining. Just my luck, I had been shipped off to the rain capital of the states. Now I would have to go collect my bag, if I could remember what it looked like, and then I was off to meet people I wouldn't be able to recognize for my life. And to make matters worse still, it was another hour on the road before I'd be at my state appointed prison. Who in their right minds wanted to live in Forks anyway?

From what I vaguely did remember about my aunt and uncle, they were loaded. My uncle was supposed to be one of the best doctors around, and yet he hung around in a small local hospital getting barely half the paycheque he could be getting in the city, and my aunt was an interior decorator/architect or something, mostly working from home. Joy! Constant supervision.

The longer I could put this whole damned thing off, the happier I'd be. Baggage claim was the perfect excuse. I sat down on a bench. Turning on my ipod again I watched the crowd slowly but surely disappear. Eventually, there was only one bag and me left. I guess that must be mine then. I got my bag and trudged to the exit, making sure to drag my feet. I'm sure I had several missed calls by now, one of the reasons I had kept my phone turned off.

I stopped when I was in the arrivals hall and looked around. What was I looking for anyway? Couldn't they at least have given me a picture or something. If I were to spend some quality time making my family's life a living hell, they could've at least had the decency to let me know what they looked like.

A tap on my shoulder from behind made me turn. I came face to face with a man who was only slightly taller than me, maybe two or three inches. He looked vaguely familiar, but then again, it wouldn't be the first time I was wrong. He was waiting patiently and I pulled one ear bud away so I could at least hear him out.

'Edward?'

Damn, damn, damn and damn again. I made a face at him and nodded reluctantly. He held out his hand and I raised my eyebrow in reply. No way in hell I was going to make this easy for you, buddy.

'I'm afraid Esme couldn't make it here,' he told me, actually sounding remorseful. I was filled with glee. Maybe he was already regretting the decision of taking me in. 'She still had some things to finish up at home.' Good for her. 'Did they serve food on the plane or did you grab something to eat while you transferred?' And have those freaking stewardesses drug me so they can have their way with me? He must be crazy. I actually wasn't planning to react, but my stomach had other plans and growled loudly.

'I'll take that as a no. Want us to stop along the way so you can get some dinner or just straight home? I'm sure Esme wouldn't mind fixing you up something.'

Damn him! So apparently, he wasn't going to make this easy for me either. There was no way a non-verbal reply could answer that question. I'm sure he voiced it like that just so I would be forced to speak. Well, I didn't want to spend any more time alone with him than strictly necessary. 'Straight there is fine,' I grumbled.

He nodded and held out his hand again, this time obviously in offer to take my bag. Well, that was one opportunity I wasn't going to pass up. Maybe I should do this more often, I might actually learn to like watching people do all the work for me. He took my bag from me and steered me in the direction of the car park. I had to admit, even though I didn't intent to like these people, the shiny Mercedes I got into was a nice car. I would give that this guy at least had some taste when it came to cars.

I breathed in the smell of the leather seats. Yep, I knew it, this guy was loaded. I glanced over to him from the corner of my eye. Tall, blonde, handsome and rich. Damn, he even looked way too young to have two teenage kids. His face held a friendly expression as he looked at me before starting the engine. Well, that wouldn't last long. It never did.

I noticed the music on the radio definitely wasn't my thing and I put my other ear bud back in. Surprisingly, he was the first adult meddling in my life who actually let me be. At least, that's what I thought for the first fifteen minutes of the car ride. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I looked over to my so-called uncle and he motioned for me to take my ear buds out. Oh well, I might as well humour him for a bit. Who knows, maybe he actually had something to say I might want to listen to... Fat chance. Though I did turn off my music and pulled out the ear buds. When I did, he gave me a small smile. Glad I could make your day, don't get used to it.

'Look, Edward, I know this all is probably the last thing you wanted happening,' he started. I raised an eyebrow at him. The bastard was observant. 'I know we haven't seen you in years and you probably don't remember us all that well. Esme couldn't be swayed though, even though social services tried hard. I also understand this is probably going to be awkward for a while for both you and us, but I want you to know that you can always come to us if you have a problem. It might not mean much to you now, but I wanted to say it anyway for future reference.' Great, now he was playing my shrink too.

I'm not telling you, you have to like it here,' he continued. He definitely was too observant for his own good. Was the guy a mind reader or something? And what had they said his name was again? I couldn't be bothered to actually listen to what I had been told before I was put on that bloody plane. 'I just hope that you will see that everyone involved only has the best intentions. And I hope you will come to see hour house as your home too.'

And I hope you manage to find a cute for that delusion of yours. Home was back in Chicago, with my dad who actually didn't give a fuck what I did. I couldn't even understand why people wasted their time on me. How blind did they have to be not to notice I wasn't worth their time and effort? I hadn't even realised I had drifted off into my thoughts until his next words broke through to me.

'You don't have to be alone anymore.'

'I'm not alone!' I snapped. I had lots of friends and had been doing just fine if they all hadn't butted in and kidnapped me from all I knew. 'Don't pretend or even think that you know me, because you don't!'

Yes, he had hit a nerve, so what? I hated it when people thought they knew me when really, they didn't know the first thing about me. I put my ear buds back in and turned my ipod back on. This was going to be a long ride. It annoyed me that he didn't even look offended by my outburst and left me alone for the rest of the ride. Stupid, bloody idiot gave up sooner than I expected. Normally everything thinking they knew what was good for me was more persistent about it.

After far too long, the car slowed and turned onto a narrow, winding unpaved road that seemed to climb a hill and was surrounded by trees. Where the hell was this guy taking me? I'm sure the last sign I saw indicated Forks being another mile straight on.

I blinked in surprise when suddenly the car drove into a clearing after the last turn. A house was looming up in front of us. Timeless, graceful, painted in a soft, faded white colour, tall, rectangular, well proportioned, three stories tall and probably quite old too. If I hadn't been convinced they were swimming in money yet, this definitely rubbed it in.

The house was brightly lit, the light spilling out on the lawn and some distance away I thought I saw it reflecting on a body of water. Probably a stream, judging by the length of the reflection. It was a large house for just four people. Then again, rich people always seemed to live in far too large houses with far too small families. My only relief was that in such a big house, the chances of me having to share a room was pretty slim.

I noticed a large garage off to one side of the house. I hoped we'd go there first to park the car. All of a sudden, being alone with this guy didn't seem so bad. The moment I would walk through that door, I'd be surrounded by three more people I didn't know and didn't ever want to get to know.

I realised my luck continued on the streak it was on today as the car pulled to a stop right in front of the front door. I wouldn´t have been surprised if the door was pulled open right that instant. I had to admit it was a small relief it didn´t. I stared up at the house for a long time until I noticed the guy was watching me.

'Ready?'

I couldn't hear him over my music, but the word was easily read from him lips. 'No,' I growled, but got out anyway. It wasn't as if I had a choice in this matter. I never seemed to be given a choice anymore.

I watched the guy get my bag out of the trunk before following him to the front door. He opened it and motioned for me to enter first. I grimaced and took a deep breath before stepping inside. A briefly hoped I would just be left alone, but I knew the hope was futile. The only thing I really could hope for now, was that they grew tired of me and my attitude really fast, really quickly so that they would stay the hell out of my way.

I opened my eyes, not even realizing I had closed them and looked around. Dread immediately filled me. There they were, waiting anxiously to meet me. Oh brother…

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