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Before the Storm
(Chapter 1 - The End)

I blinked at the sun that was shining brightly through the car window.

"Do we have to go and see Auntie Emily?" I complained.

Why today? Why the day all my best friends were off to sunny New York, without me, while we drive off to the rainiest town in the continental US. Why. Mom turned to look at me with a stern expression on her face.

"Roxanne. Of course we have to go! It's her birthday! Emily never misses one of yours, the least you could do is return the favour."

I sighed heavily. Moms don't understand. Well, mine doesn't anyway.

"Mom, this trip is the biggest thing of the year! And I told you; I don't like being called Roxanne. It's Roxy."

"Honey, it's only February! If you really want to go to New York then we can go later on in the year."

Dad snorted keeping his eyes on the road.

"Have fun getting enough money for that."

"Oh Matt, give it a rest," said mom rolling her eyes.

"Ugh. Mom, I don't want any trip. It's this trip."

I was really getting frustrated now. How could she not understand how important this is?! Now she was the one getting frustrated. I could always tell. Her eyebrows would pull together and her mouth would pull down at the corners.

"Listen Roxanne—"

"Roxy!!"

"Fine then. Roxy, we are going to Forks and that is final. Suck it up."

Ugh. She only wanted to go to Forks to see that stupid doctor again anyways. Last year it was feeling faint. The year before it was 'sickness'. She hadn't even had a fever! And to be perfectly honest, I didn't see what all the fuss was about anyway. I mean sure he was handsome, but he's married! And so is she! Mom has my dad, so she doesn't need to be running around after some tall, blonde dude. Which was a perfectly good reason to turn around and go home, but I wasn't going to say it out loud. I was defeated and mom knew it. I wasn't going to get what I wanted, so I settled down in the back of the car to sulk.

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I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew it was dark outside and the only thing I could hear was mom shouting to me over the cars rumbling engine.

"Roxy darling, we're nearly there. Wake up, love."

I grumbled slightly and rubbed my eyes. "How long was I out?" I mumbled.

"Almost all the way," she said as she turned to grin at me. "You always could sleep anywhere, anytime."

"Ah, she got that from you then, Alice," Dad said with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face. They were always like this. "Oh Matt look she's got your nose!" "Yes but she really looks like you in this picture!" To be honest, I didn't look much like either of them. I think look more like my grandma when she was my age. I have the same slim build of my body, the same oval shape of my face, the same Brown with a tinge of dark Red in my eyes. I even had the same bright red colour in my hair that she had. Mum keeps trying to get me to dye it dark brown, but I like it how it is. It's unique, and I like that. A wavy, long bob with a side fringe, exactly like Gran's was.

She hated it when I called her Gran. She always said to me, "Listen kid, I've stopped calling you Roxanne, so you can stop calling me Gran. It makes me sound old." And she wasn't that old at all, considering how old some people's grandparents are. Ruth, as she liked us to call her, was only 14 when she had my mom. A moment of madness that led to a lifetime of responsibility. My mom was now 38, so Ruth was only 52. Mom got pregnant with me when she was 22, but Ruth wanted her to wait a little longer before having a kid. She kept telling mom how it had crushed her when she found out, even though she grew to love her. But my mum just said that she would grow to love me, and that she was keeping me.

Thinking about how much my mom sacrificed in her life, because of how much she loved me, made me feel bad about our earlier argument. I sat up and stretched a little, hearing my joints pop where they were stiff. I cleared my throat quietly. This was going to be interesting. I hated apologizing to my mom, purely because she would gloat for hours afterwards. Oh well, here it goes…

"Uhm… mom?" I cleared my throat again.

"Yes honey?" she said, turning her face in my direction but not looking directly at me. I could tell she was smirking, knowing what I was about to say. God dammit. I knew this was a bad idea. I sighed but continued anyway.

"Mom, I'm sorry about before. You know, the whole New York thing.

You were… right." I watched the grin spread across her face. Knowing the damage was already done, I figured I might as well finish off the stupid apology.

"We only get to see Auntie Emily once a year and New York is something we can do whenever. You were right. Sorry." There. Done.

"Oh Roxy, it's fine honey. I get how important it is to you. I'm the one who should be sorry." Wait, what? I stared at her in shock, probably overreacting, but still. She stared back smiling at me.

" What, no 'I told you so' or 'You should listen to me more'?" I asked.

Mom laughed at me. Also strange. Sheesh, what was with her? "Well, you're 16 now Roxy. You're old enough now to understand that family is extremely important. Life goes by too fast and you never know how much time you have left."

Woah. What was in her breakfast this morning?! I smiled thinking about what she had said, and it was then that I noticed the speed that we were driving.

"Hey, uhm, speaking of flying by, we're driving a bit fast aren't we, dad?"

"Nah we'll be fine Rox. You worry too much," Dad said, waving his hand in dismissal.

"But dad, it's freezing out there! The road is practically a sheet of ice, and we're speeding down it!!"

I saw his shoulders rise and fall as he let out a huff of irritation.

"Give it a rest Roxanne. I know what I'm doing!" It was at that moment that I felt the car jolt strongly.

Panic rose in my throat as it dawned on me just how dangerous the road really was.

"If you know what you're doing, then why did we just skid on a patch of ice?!" I yelled.

"Oh for God's sake, Roxanne!! It was probably just a dint in the road or something!! Give it a rest!!" he shouted back.

He could be so stubborn at times! But this time he wasn't right, and I wasn't going to let it drop.

"Mom will you please tell your husband to stop being so idiotic and drive like a sane person!!" I said loudly through gritted teeth.

"Roxanne, you're not the one driving. Let your Dad do what he wants to. We're already in Forks anyway, five more minutes and we'll be there,"

mom said sternly. She was just as bad as him! Anger boiled up inside me like fire. It burned every part of me, my hands, my ankles, my throat. I'd never been this angry before, but to be fair, I'd never been in danger of death by dangerous driving by my idiotic father before.

"Listen to me!! Stop being so ridiculous and SLOW DOWN!!" I screamed. I glanced out the window but everything was a blur.

Dad took his eyes off the road to turn and glare at me. "Roxanne Tyler, don't you DARE speak to me like that!!" he shouted.

I was almost hyperventilating now. We were skidding and sliding all over the place and dad was ignoring it to prove that he was right! Well he wasn't, not this time!

"You are going to get us killed, KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!!" I screamed at him.

"Matt look out!!" mom cried.

Dad spun round to face the road again in time to see a fallen tree blocking our passage. I saw the truth dawn on his face as we sped towards it. He slammed his foot down on the brake pedal, but it was useless because of the ice. Mom was gripping the edge of her seat, her face pearly white, while dad swerved the steering wheel uselessly to try to avoid what was about to happen. I stared wide-eyed out the windscreen. The tree looked as though it was getting bigger as we sped towards it. The sound of my own piercing scream filled my ears as we smashed into the huge tree, and then it was black.