Sadness
*I do not own the characters in this story, Stephanie Meyer does!*
Prologue
It all started when I was about 5 years old. I would spend my nights at the top of the stairs listening to my parents cry, curse, and bicker their way out of problems. I'd ended up crying myself to sleep most of the time. The fact is after I came into their lives, they started fighting, verbally of course, I think. Charlie, my dad, would spend most of his time with Billy, my uncle, and about ninety-five percent of the time I would go with him. That was probably the only time I felt whole. Back at home I would feel broken, lifeless even. Jacob, my cousin, was the highlight of my childhood. He would try and cheer me up every time we went. La Push was a nice place if you didn't count the constant rain. When the rare sun came out, we would go to the beach and chill. Me and Jake would end up having sand fights. It always ended up with him running up to me and grabbing my hand smiling brighter than the sun.
"Bellaaaa!" he ran up with that same smile. I swear his teeth were the whitest thing in the world.
Then Billy and Charlie would call us in and I would have to go back to my broken life that always came to haunt me. That was my life as I grew. Sitting upstairs with my heart breaking more and more with every word they spook, then Charlie would take me to Jake's and I would feel my heart start to resemble then shatter back to millions, no billions of pieces.
My life changed maybe a month before my 6th birthday. I was sitting on the couch finishing my cereal as the parents were again going at with words, no surprise, until I heard a crash. I ran into the kitchen, fearing the worst. My eyes were as wide as saucers as I burst through the door. My dad had a surprised look on his face and was tense. My mom's face on the other hand was hidden by a wave of soft brown hair. Her hand was bleeding as she curled it into a fist. Apparently she had put a glass she was washing, down to hard and it broke.
"I've had it Charlie…." She said with a sigh, she didn't pick her head up as she left the room. I heard soft foot steps as she went up stairs and then there was a slam. Charlie was still in shock and was starring at the spot Renee, my mom, had left. My eyebrows came together in confusion as I heard shuffling upstairs. Was she pacing?
"Dad-" I was cut off by my hand being tugged to the front door. My dad was still in shock as my eyes widened as the situation started sinking, slowly, in. I saw recognition flash in his eyes. He spun around fast and my eyes widened a little bit as he stumbled when he did.
"Wait!" Charlie said exasperated.
"I can't do this anymore! I can't put down any more roots here! I don't want to end up trapped in this stupid, boring town! I hate it- I can't stay here another minute!" Renee was furious, but I could tell she still didn't like hurting dad.
"At least-" Charlie was cut off for good at Renee's last words.
"Just let me go, Charlie." Her cruel words did their job- Charlie stayed frozen on the doorsteps, stunned, while mom dragged me along the driveway. My eyes however were stuck on dad's reaction. Why? Why, did this happen? What about Jake and Billy?
I had one last look of Charlie's heart broken face, and then mom threw open the door of her truck and shoved me inside. I struggled to look over the seat. To see my last glimpse of my dad while I was helpless in mom's truck as she sped away from her once called home.
*This is my first fanfic! Please tell me how I did*