Okay, so this is my new story. I am almost finished 'I Wouldn't Change A Thing' and I should have that finished by tomorrow. I hope you guys like it and I hope you guys review and let me know what you think. I will put the links up for the characters on my profile. Anyway, so please read and review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I ONLY own Catalina (Lina), Ray's parents and Ray. Nothing else.
Breaking Dishes Chapter 1
Let me tell you my story. I WAS a normal 14 year old girl, who was just about to begin high school. I had my VERY best friend who was Abby. She was a fiery red-head who loved to party. She always tried making me go to her parties but I never wanted to go, in fact, I never did. I was never one to party. But Abby, she loved to party.
Abby was Irish through and through. She had the fair skin, bright red hair, and bright green eyes. She was curvy, even at fourteen, and always got looks from guys. She had the personality of a 16 year old who got lots of...attention. She could turn heads without even trying. This made her vulnerable at parties, which I told her, but she didn't listen to me.
There were a lot of differences between Abby and I. I was Quileute. But I didn't look like it. At all. My father is Jeremy Young. My Auntie is Emily Young of La Push. My dad and my sister are a couple years apart or so. He has short black hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes. He is tall, and muscular, and he towers over me at a tall 6'5".
My mom is Caucasian, with pale skin, bright blue eyes and nice strawberry blonde hair. She is tall, curvy and beautiful. She is 5'9" and she is still getting towered over by my father. She has a nice bright smile, and a great personality to match. She is one of the kindest people I have and probably, will ever meet.
But that's why there's a big difference from Abby and I. Both of her parents are from Ireland, and she looks like both her parents. My dad is from La Push and my mom descends from Europe somewhere. So we have on one end of the scale, a tan, freakishly tall father. On the other end we have a tall, pale, beautiful mother. In the middle? That's me.
I have naturally blonde hair, my mom swears it's gold in the sun, and my eye colour differs. I am short at a measly 5'3"-5'4". I have a sort of curvy body, and I do NOT have small boobs at all. I swear that's where half of my 'curves' come from, is my...you know. I am shy, and I don't like to party. In fact I try to stay away from them. But this one night, the one night that I was dragged to one, by Abby, was the night that changed my life forever.
I remember the night like it was yesterday even though it was three years ago. Abby went to a party and I was home alone, being shy like usual, when I got this distress call from Abby. I groaned, picked it up, answered it and regretted it later.
But I walked to the party, knowing that I wouldn't get caught seeing as my parents were gone, and I walked in the front door. I tried finding Abby, but I couldn't find her right away. I walked into the kitchen and I looked around there for a bit, but still no Abby. Finally when I managed to find her, I walked right up to her and demanded she tell what was going on.
She turned to me, laughs and pulled me down on the couch with her. She told me that there were these two guys that she knew, that had seen us around. They said that we were cute and they wanted to hang out. But Abby said that they wouldn't hang out with her, without me. I rolled my eyes, got up and went to walk to the door, when one of the guys, walked up to me. He led me away from the door and over to the couch. He set me down on it, and he offered to get me a drink. I wasn't thinking clearly about the risks, so I said yes.
Half an hour later, I started to feel funny. I felt numb, I felt tired. I told Abby that I should leave, but she shook her head and told me to say. I told her that I needed to go. She rolled her eyes and she shook me off. I stood up, and my legs started shaking. I started to feel very numb. I looked around and saw the guy that gave me the drink, standing over me. He grabbed my hand and he started leading me upstairs. I shook my head and tried pulling away, but I couldn't.
He led me to a room and he pushed me down on a bed. I tried pushing him off, but I was too weak. I remember him kissing me lightly and calling me a prize worth stealing. He kissed me again and I started to close my eyes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep them open.
The next thing I know, I wake up with a major head ache, and I feel pain in my legs. I looked around the room, feeling terrible, sick, panicked, and scared. I looked around trying to remember where I was but I couldn't. I tried getting up, but the pain shot up through my legs again. I started crying. I started sobbing, I was scared and I didn't know where I was.
Then I remember my dad breaking down the door and rushing into the room. I don't know how he found me but I didn't care. I just wanted to go home. He saw me lying there, and he started shaking. Literally. I remember my mom running in crying, and sobbing. She pulled me close to her, and started sobbing and rubbing my back. I remember my dad punching a wall, and it leaving a huge whole.
When I went home, I begged my parents to tell me what happened. They sat me down on the couch, my dad shaking badly, and my mom sobbing. They told me how I had been drugged and raped. How I had been taken advantage of. I started sobbing my heart out. I kept repeating over and over how sorry I was, how terrible I felt.
A couple of weeks later, I started getting sick. In the mornings, I was throwing up and I felt terrible. When I told my mom what had happened, she started crying, and my dad started shaking again. They asked me if I knew who had done this or if I recognized him. I told them that I didn't, that I didn't remember and I didn't want to. They understood, but I could tell that they wished I knew.
I found out that I was pregnant not soon after I got sick. I had ended up pregnant from someone who had raped me. I was 14 and pregnant. My parents weren't shocked but I was. They asked me if I wanted to get rid of it, and I said that I wanted to keep it. I said that it wasn't the baby's fault and it shouldn't be punished.
My parents were supportive of my decision; in fact they were glad that I chose that. But they pulled me out of school and started home schooling me to avoid ridicule. They didn't let me talk to Abby, not that I wanted to. I became a teenage loner.
But one of the best things ever came out of this situation. My princess, my baby, my angel. She was the sweetest little thing, anyone could ever love. Catalina Jolie Young. Her name means: Pure, cheerful; pretty; beautiful. She was all of those things. She had long blonde curly hair, hazel eyes, and she had the cutest little dimples on her cheeks. She was polite, quiet when she needed to be, she was loud if need be, and she was energetic. The best part was that she was the only good thing to come out of that horrible situation. My parents loved her and I loved her.
It's been three years from that incident which means that I am 17 years old and I have a 3 year old daughter. Right now we were packing because we were going back to the reservation. My dad's sister, my aunt, Emily lived there with her fiancé Sam Uley. We were going back there because my dad missed the rez and my mom said that we could use a change of scene.
"MOMMA!" I rolled my eyes and got up off of the floor and walked into Lina's room. She was 'packing' her things, and I had assumed that she would have something done. When I walked into her room, I was met with a different picture. She had everything dumped on the floor, unpacked, and she was on her bed, with her stuffed dog in her right hand.
"MOMMA! Te is spider!" I rolled my eyes and walked into her room. I quickly squished the spider and picked her up off of the bed.
"Catalina Jolie Young! I thought you started packing?" She smiled brightly up at me and nodded. She ran into her closet and pulled out a suitcase.
"I was waiting for you momma. I wanted your help." I smiled and put the suitcase to the side and dug out a box that was covered in toys. I started putting her toys into it. She smiled and started helping me. Once we were finished she stood up and ran out of the room.
"I inished! Let go!" I smiled lightly and picked up the box. I walked outside to the moving truck and put it in there. Once I was done that, I finished with my boxes. Soon enough we were ready to go. Lina was in my truck with me and my parents were in their car.
During the whole way down to La Push, Lina was in between sleeping and waking up. She would start chattering away about something then quickly change the subject.
Oh and the award for the best liar goes to you,
For making me believe that you could be faithful,
"MOMMA'S PHONE RINGNING!" I smiled and picked up my phone and answered it.
"We're almost there Ray-Ray, so when you get near the end of this road, you want to turn left then keep following the road until you see a sign for First Beach, then turn right. Keep going straight and you'll see the house there." I smiled and looked in the rear-view mirror at Lina.
"I love you sweetie."
"I love you too dad." I hit the end button on my phone and followed the directions. Soon enough we were at a nice, big white house. It had a front porch, with a huge bay window over looking the front yard.
"Momma? Are we here?" I nodded and I heard a happy squeal from Lina. I put the truck in park, beside my parent's car, and got out. I got Lina out of the truck, and set her down on the ground. No sooner had I put her down, had she started to run around checking things out making sure they were good.
"Gampa! I love it here!" I smiled at Lina and walked over to my parents. They were starting to take things out of their car and the truck. I was handed a couple of boxes, and told to go and put them inside and start organizing them. I grabbed Lina and we walked inside the house. I walked over to here the kitchen was and I started to unpack the boxes. I heard some voices come from outside but I decided to ignore them.
"Momma! I'm gonna go outside and see who's here!" Before I could try and stop here, she took off, while knocking a plate off of the counter. I sighed and picked up the pieces of the plate, before quickly finishing and walking outside. When I got outside, I saw three HUGE guys that were around my dad's size and height. They were all talking to each other, but when I stepped out on the porch, they all turned to look at me. I looked at them, but one in particular, caught my eye.
He had short black hair and tan skin like the other two. He was tall, buff and he looked like he could kill me in two seconds. But that's not what really got my attention. It was his eyes. They weren't brown like I had expected. They were more of a grey colour. His gaze was so strong, and quiet uncomfortable. Hs gaze held, adoration, protection, love, confusion, passion, possessiveness. Other things I couldn't even describe.
"MOMMY!" I felt Lina attack my legs but I couldn't break my gaze away. I saw the guy look at me then down at Lina, then back at me. I finally broke his gaze and looked down at Lina.
"I'm hungry. Can I have macaroni?" I nodded and I picked her up and led her into the house. I set her down on the counter and took out a pot. I grabbed some macaroni boxes from one of the other boxes and set it down on the counter.
"Who are you?" I heard Lina say and my head snapped up. I looked at the guy again and he smiled slightly at me.
"I'm Paul." I looked back down and tried to ignore that he was here.
"What's your name?" I looked up again, but he wasn't talking to me, he was talking to Lina.
"I'm Catalina!" Paul chuckled and he shook her hand before gazing up at me. His eyes held the same emotion again, but this time determination was the dominant emotion.
"Momma? Are you going to say your name?" I looked at Paul, waiting for the disgusted look but I got none. I got a look of anger and protection.
"I'm Raleigh." I watched as Paul straightened out and smiled a breathtaking smile at me. He almost looked pleased that he knew my name. It was weird.
"Do you need some help?" I shook my head and turned away from him. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I didn't want him to be here anymore.
"Oh. Okay then." He turned to leave, but when he turned to leave, I felt empty. I felt lost without him. I felt like I needed him to be here. But that was crazy right? I mean guys only hurt you, they don't love you, they only use you. Men only hurt you.