If you're new to my version of the Twilight Saga, please read at least chapter 5-10 of The Daybreak Retake. I'll answer your questions if you need me to, also.
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That summer sucked.
It was supposed to be the best summer of my life. I had a great boyfriend, an amazing band, and my twin sister kept out of my hair. I should have known that everything was too good to be true…
My relationship with Titus was going too fast, and deep down, I knew it. He was cute, blonde and musical but something wasn't right. It took a tragedy to discover the reason behind my feeling.
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It was a Tuesday morning. Bella was somewhere with the Cullens. I didn't care about the vampires, after all. She had them; I had MisFire. The phone rung. "Hello?"
"Liza, babe," Titus said, clearly furious. Before I could reply, he nearly screamed. "MisFire is over!"
"What?" Is he just trying to brake up with me? "Have I done something?" I asked my voice cracking.
"Not you," he said instantly. "I'd never hurt you like this."
"What happened?" I demanded in a whisper. I pulled off one of my cut-off gloves, rubbing the moon-shaped scar. Just my little habit.
"Nate's mother sold our instruments to bail his dead-beat dad out of jail." We decided to keep them in Nate's basement when Grant's mom threatened to kick him out. Titus and I just didn't have the room.
I gasped. "Poor Nate…" His family had always had a tough time.
"Poor Nate?" Titus questioned. "How can think about Nate's feelings? Our dreams are the ones that are shattered, Liza. He let this happen!"
I shook my head. Boys… "Titus, relax," I commanded.
"You don't understand," he replied. "That jerk ruined MisFire. Ruined our plans. If it wasn't a felony, I'd kill him." The way he said it scared me. It was like he didn't care if it was a felony. Not unlike Francisco's brother.
"Our plans?" I asked, my voice nearly raising half an octave in anger and fear. "If I remember correctly, I wasn't originally in MisFire. I didn't want to be in MisFire. I'm a trained classical musician."
"Really?" he retorted. "I love you, babe, but call me back when you're not being a bitch!" I heard a click and then the dial tone. Crying, I put the phone back on the wall.
As soon as I sat down, the phone rang again. "Hello?" I answered cautiously, preparing to hang up.
"Don't hang up, Liza," a musical replied. "It's Alice."
"What do you want?" Hostile. "I'm busy." I really don't trust fortune tellers. Even if they couldn't see me.
"You need to go see Nate Green, ASAP." Creepy, she must know that he's upset.
"Okay…" I wasn't planning on seeing him yet. "Why?"
"I really can't explain," Alice replied. "I'm not the mind-reader."
"Is Ed there?" I asked. "Can he explain?" Bella's boyfriend was a telepath. It creeps me out some times, but right now, it would seriously help.
"I'm translating the Lord's Prayer into Russian so he doesn't know what I saw."
I caught on to what Alice meant by saw right away. That usually meant something bad was going to happen. "Oh, shit. See ya later, Alice." I ignored my jacket and stepped into the rain. I nearly tripped as I ran to the Green house.
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"Nate?" I yelled, walking into the empty house. "NATE!"
The house was silent. I couldn't hear the distinct creak in the floor or the leaky faucet. All I heard someone sobbing below me. It was faint but seemed to be ringing in my ears. I ran down the stairs, to Nate's small bedroom. I slowly opened the door. "Nate?"
His green eyes wide, Nate looked up at me. He was sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, holding a gun to his head. "Sorry," he whispered.
"NO! NATE, DON'T!" I screamed as he pulled the trigger.
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"Liza, baby, I know it hurts," my father, Police Chief Charlie Swan, urged, "but I need to know what happened."
I was covered in splattered blood. "A little bit ago, Titus called. Said that Nate's mom sold our band equipment. He was pretty pissed. I was just worried about Nate."
Charlie was nodding. He knew Nathan Green Senior's record. "Why'd you come here?"
I took a deep breath, preparing to skip over Alice. "I was worried," I repeated. "Titus sort of threatened violence, so I wanted to make sure Nate was okay. I thought the house was empty. Everything was really quiet. You know, that strange silence right before something important happens, like in the movies. Then I heard crying. I went down stairs and well…" I put my head in my hands, fighting the tears.
Charlie bent down to my level. "Liza, are you sure Titus threatened violence?"
I nodded "When he told me he said 'If it wasn't a felony, I'd kill him'. Dad, it scared me."
"Let's get you home," he whispered, lifting me into his arms.
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The funeral was brutal. I stood, by myself, at the foot of the hole. Titus, Grant, and most of the high school population stood on one side. The Greens stood on the other. I didn't know who to glare at, so I settled for staring at my feet.
"We will never fully understand what drove Nathan to this horrible act," Reverend Weber was saying, "but we hope he finds a better place than he did here on Earth. Amen."
People began to file past the Greens and me. Mrs. Green looked at me as she passed and whispered, "Thank you for being there."
I didn't move or even acknowledge her existence. I just stood there, crying. Numb to everything but the cold of the scars on my hands. Once everyone was gone, I slid onto the wet grass, pulling the gloves I used to cover them off.
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"Charlie told me you were probably still here."
I tried to stand but my left leg had chosen to remain bent. "Jake," I whimpered. I wasn't my usual bubbly self.
He sat down beside me and wrapped me in a hug. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't think you can bring people back from the dead," I whispered, trying to regain some of my old humor. My laugh came out flat and brought more tears.
"It's going to be okay," Jake replied, holding me tighter. "You're going to be okay."
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Hope I didn't leave you guys waiting for too long. I also know that it's short. Bare with me, I just broke up with my boyfriend. Review please.