I think this is my first imprint story. This story sort of came to me cause I was wondering what would happen if Bella had a younger sister. I know it isn't a original plot, but please read.
In this story, Bella's younger sisters' name is Cleo (Thanks to suggestion from my friends). Renee took both of the girls. Bella will still be with Edward, I think. Hope that clears things up for the people reading.
Summary: When the truth pours out, how will Bella's younger sister keep it together as she goes for a whirlwind ride that she can't get out in a world of the unimaginable and ends up further away from her sister than she ever planned to be. Imprint Story.
Just so people know: Sam is 19. Jared is 18. Bella and Paul are 17. Jacob, Embry, and Quil are 16. Cleo and all the people she meets at school are around 15.
Chapter One
Cleo's POV
Our mother drove us to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a pale blue colour for miles around. I was wearing my favourite tee -the one that my older sister, Bella, hated. It was a light blue shirt with an adorable little bird and it was wearing a shirt that said 'Chick With Brains'. I don't know why it pisses Bella off so much.
As we got into the plane, I noted to pay my sister back for sending us both to exile, in more than one way, because -unlike my sister -I wasn't an outcast in Phoenix. We both loved Phoenix though. The sun, the blistering heat and the vigorous, sprawling city. We didn't speak for four hours, that was how long it took to get to Seattle. Then we got on a small plane and travelled another hour until we were in Port Angeles. Awkwardness ensured. When we landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. For the moment it felt cool, relaxing against my skin, while Bella hugged herself with her huge jacket and murmured something about already saying goodbye to the sun.
Charlie was waiting for us with the cruiser. Bella, at least, said she was expecting it. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the -must I say, boring, but good people of Forks. It was one of the reasons Bella wanted her own car. I couldn't disagree with her; she's older, and I didn't want to be seen in the cruiser either, with the red and blue lights drawing unneeded attention for all inside.
Charlie gave Bella an awkward one-armed hug when she stumbled and tripped her way of the plane. "It's good to see you Bells." He said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied her. When he saw me though, the smile wiped off his face and he turned a deathly white colour. "I hoped this wouldn't happen…" he whispered lightly, but still hugged me like he did Bella. "How's Renee?"
"Mom's fine. It's good to see you too, Dad." Bella had something against calling Charlie by his first name in front of his face. "Yea, like Bella said, it's good to see you, Charlie."
I only had one or two bags, while Bella had considerably more. She had stocked up on winter clothes once deciding to move to Forks. I -on the other hand -was told at the last minute that I would be going with my sister. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. Renee and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. Everything that Bella and I had brought along fit comfortably into the trunk of the cruiser.
"I found good cars for both of you, really cheap. Didn't even have to pay for Cleo's car." Bella narrowed her eyes at Charlie, suspicious. "Well, Bella, I got you a truck -a Chevy. Cleo, I got you a Rabbit. Still being fixed though, so you'll have to stick with Bella for a while." I nodded quietly in the backseat of the cruiser.
"Where did you find it?" Bella asked about her to-be-car.
"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast. I had great memories when I played with Billy's only son, Jacob, while Bella watched us with a strange glint in her eyes.
From the blank expression on Bella's face, she didn't remember. "No."
I tuned out, staring out the window. Everything was green. It was amazing. I couldn't remember a time I felt so at home. As we went past a road that seemed to go on forever. Near it, half-hidden in the woods close to the road was an extremely large black figure. I turned and watched the figure cock its large canine-like head to the side. It looked like a dog from where I was.
Eventually we made it to Charlie's two-bedroom house that he had bought in the early days of his and Renee's marriage. We got out Charlie's cruiser and Bella stared in awe at the truck that was parked in front of Charlie's - and our -house. As Bella thanked Charlie, I walked silently into the house and went upstairs to Bella and my room. The most annoying part about living with Charlie was the fact I had to share a room with Bella. I gazed at the purple interior of the room as the memories flooded to the front of my mind. Just glimpses of the times I had experienced here as a little kid up to the age of 8, while Bella, close to 11. I picked my bed, the one closer to the window. Bella wouldn't mind, she was use to it. Whenever we went somewhere, I took the place near the window. It's not my fault, it's a habit.
That night, Bella couldn't sleep. Her crying wasn't overly loud, but it kept me awake. The rain drizzled softly outside, calming me as Bella flung her quilt over her head. I sighed and looked absent-mindedly out the window, knowing that tomorrow would make things worse -for both of us. The first day of school was always the worst. In addition, what made it worse was that Charlie had talked non-stop about us to everyone before we came, so Bella and I would be town celebrities. My mouth curled in discomfort as I drifted off to sleep and had the weirdest dream I had ever had before.
I was lying in the middle of the woods near our house. I stood up and before my eyes, two paths materialized. One had a sickly sweet smell of a decaying body mixed with honey, while the other one smelt like a wet dog that had run through a muddy puddle. The ends of both paths were in darkness. "What the hell? Where am I?" Bella was next to me. I hadn't realised that she was there. Wait a minute this was a dream. Why is my controlling, over-protective sister in my dream? "Cleo? What is this?" I shrugged my shoulders, confused about this dream as she was.
We both stared at the paths. Bella turned carefully to look at me. "I'll go down the right one; you go down the left one, ok?" I nodded my head shakily and stepped onto the left path. As soon as I did, it lit up like a house near Christmas. The stone road bathed in eerie blue light. "Bella?" My voice sounded strangled. "Yea?" She sounded distant, far away. "Is the path you're lit up now?" The area was silent for seconds that seemed to drag out for centuries. "Yes. It is." That was when my blood went cold and I shot up in my bed.
Breathe… Oh god, I was talking to myself. I laughed mentally at myself, crept out of bed, and went downstairs. I started making breakfast for all three of us. Halfway through making it, Bella stumbled down the stairs, dazed and disorientated, and helped me make breakfast. Bella took over as I set the table. I smiled mutely at the three mismatched chairs and the painfully painted yellow cabinets. Charlie came down just as Bella and I had started eating. He was quiet, nodding when Bella and I said good morning. He was the first to leave.
Bella washed up as I had a quick shower. When I finished, Bella was waiting her in faded red truck. As I stepped in the truck, the smell of tobacco, peppermint and gasoline with an underlining sweet smell of pine that was barely there. I breathed the pine scent in. Somehow, it reminded me of Jacob. I smiled happily, as Bella started the engine.
Bella had no trouble finding Forks High School -the sign overruling the beauty of the surrounding area. It wasn't too school-like -it looked more like a collection of red houses clumped too close together. I stepped out of the stuffy truck cab before Bella had parked the car, finding myself in the drizzly rain. When I did step out, an awful smell assaulted me. It was just like the smell coming from the path that Bella went down in my dream. However, it was stronger. I gagged and almost doubled over. A guy walked over to me and guided me under a awning. "Thanks." I gasped out, trying to breathe in some air that was free of the stench. "No problem. Name's Shaun Diviney, by the way. You new here?" I nodded and smiled weakly at him. "What year you in?" I held up all my fingers to him, unable to speak. "Aw, cool you're in the same year as me and my friends." He sounded overly excited. I looked up at him. He wasn't bad looking. He had brown shaggy hair that came over his blue, almost grey eyes and stood at around 6 feet, tall compared to my 5 feet 4 inches. Two other boys were behind him. They smiled at me and one held his hand out. "Bradie Webb. This is Andrew, or Andy. We're Shaun's friends. Nice to meet you." I shook his hand and smiled at Andy. He blushed and looked away.
Bella came up to me. "You ok?" I scrunched my nose up at that question. "Do want me to take you home? I'll have time." I nodded and let Bella lead me to the truck. She helped me in and I could breathe somewhat again. The stink hadn't tainted the air in the cab of the truck yet. I thanked the gods for that. Bella drove silently and dropped me off outside the house. I walked slowly into the house then I lay on my bed, holding my stomach. I felt so sick. Like something was trying to escape from within me. I groaned and curled up into a ball. I stayed the whole day in my bed. I was almost in tears when I heard a car drive up to the house. I could hear someone trudging up the stairs. They opened the door to Bella and my room. It was Charlie. The colour drained from his face completely. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his phone to call someone. "It's happening." That was all he said before he closed his phone and got me downstairs and into the cruiser.
I couldn't remember the trip in Charlie's cruiser. I probably blacked out on the way, because when I woke up, I was at the Black's house, in one of the bedrooms, with the faces of Charlie and Billy looming over me. "Ah, good. She's awake. I should probably call Sam; tell him to come over so he can explain things to Cleo…" It sounded somewhat like Billy; but weary and older. I blinked my eyes a couple more times and tried to sit up. As I did, the immense pain in my stomach came back. I groaned and went back to the bed. I heard wheels turning inside the house coming towards the door of the room I was in. As the sound got closer, Billy wheeled himself into the room with a glass of water in his hands, on his wheelchair. "Billy. You're in a wheelchair. When did that happen?" My voice was raspy and suddenly my throat almost burned with thirst. He handed me the glass, which I greedily drank before thanking Billy with a small smile. "Long story. I'll tell you later on." I nodded silently.
"Hey Dad! I'm home." A voice called down the hall. Two other voices mingled and yelled a hello out to Billy as well. Billy sighed and wheeled himself out of the room muttering how Jacob being home would make things difficult. All I knew was that I was tired and that tomorrow, I needed to call my best friend in Phoenix, Richelle. She had told me she wanted to know everything. I'd tell her everything. That I was allowed to tell her, knowing how secretive Billy would want me to be. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my headache take over.