Jasper leads a farmers life as he is left alone while his wife Alice, chases her dreams in Hollywood. Bella comes from money but her mother is an alcoholic and she's trying to run away from it all. Her car breaks down as she passes by the little town Jasper calls home. Will Jasper's heart be mended before Bella's car is?
Disclaimer: All Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, story is mine.
Main Characters(there are others but these are the most important ones):
Bella-19
Jasper 26
Alice-24
Edward-29
Rosalie(Jasper's sister) 24
Emmet(Rosalie's husband) 26
Esme and Carlisle (Jasper's mom and dad)
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I could barely see the road through the dense rain the was pelting down on my car. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to set. I took a quick glance at the clock, 8:09. A little over 9 hours of driving and I wasn't even halfway to my destination. Los Angeles California. Hollywood. Where I would make my dreams come true. I had given up on trying to find a decent radio station 20 minutes ago. All that came through was static and country music. Not exactly my cup of tea, and I had forgotten to throw my CD's into my suitcase as I had quickly packed and left home. No, it wasn't home to me anymore. I had to get used to remembering it as the place I had once lived. I would be making myself a new home in California. I would prove my Mother wrong and make my dreams come true. I smile as I pictured her dropping her precious vodka on her pristine white rug the first time she would see me on TV. But the made up image quickly turned into the real image of my Mother 10 hours before.
I had woken up to screaming. The one day I decided to sleep in and my Mother had decided not to. I pulled the blankets off of me and put on a robe before walking downstairs towards the noise. As I walked into the grand kitchen of my family estate, I was welcomed by the wonderful aroma of eggs and fresh bacon. But another glance and I saw the food I was hoping to eat all over the floor, and our cook Sue being cornered by my mother near the back door.
"I said pancakes you stupid, filthy Ind-" Sue and her daughter Leah, our maid, were my friends, I had to step in before she finished what she was saying.
"Renee! You step away from her right now!" I put myself between the two women, making sure Sue was still close to the door should she want to flee. "Why don't you go back to your room Mother. Ill make sure you have pancakes brought up as soon as there done. Ok?" My mother leaned towards me, inches from my face. I could smell her favorite vodka on her breath. "Seriously? It's ten in the morning and your drinking already? Go back to bed Renee. Just go." I turned her around slowly and gave her a little nudge towards the stairs that led to her quarters. On a normal day that would have been enough. But of course this wasn't a normal day. As I relaxed enough to let my guard down, I heard a gasp come from Sue. I looked up just in time to see my Mother swinging a skillet straight at my head. I barely had time do duck out of the way as it grazed the side of my face.
"Your nothing but a dirty whore yourself Isabella. Where were you last night? Huh? Out with another man? Just like your father! Always running around with a new person to sleep with every night. Always sleeping around." she had dropped the skillet, and slid herself down onto the floor. " Your father was never faithful to me. He was always with a new tramp. Your just like him." I motioned for Sue to leave as I slid down on the floor next to my Mother, trying to stop her from crying. She might have just tried to kill me with a skillet but she was still my mother. My drug riddled, alcoholic, crazy Mother. My arms went around her as I let her mumble to herself, waiting for the calm to settle in.
She finally pulled away from me, pretending nothing had happened as she stood up and grabbed a fresh bottle of vodka out of the freezer. I followed her with tears in my own eyes as she started to walk into the next room…
I was pulled out of my flashback as I heard a loud bang, followed by my car shaking. I started to pull off to the side of the road as smoke started to pour out of the hood of my car as fast as the rain was pouring onto it. As I looked out at the smoke and the rain, I sighed to my fate and hopped out of my car to look under the hood. I was soaked to the bone and freezing by the time I realized I had no clue what I was looking for and started to look around for a gas station or a sign to tell me how far I was from help. My cell phone had died an hour ago, not that I would know anyone to call all the way out here.
The closest sign I could see said "96 miles to Dallas". I had entered Texas without even noticing. Other then that one sign, I saw nothing, and I started to cry. Everything from that morning had been locked away through my entire drive so far. I hadn't let myself cry a single tear until now. I was already drenched and saw no point in getting the interior of my car soaking wet at the moment, so I sat on a large bolder a few feet away. After ten minutes of crying, I resolved myself to drying my tears, and thinking of way to get myself out of this mess. I had to think logically. From the smoke coming off my car it looks like it overheated. Why it overheated I had no clue. Maybe if I just let the rain cool off the engine I would be able to drive it long enough to get to a town and have it checked out. Hopefully. Hell I had no clue what I was doing. I had no plans until I made the rash decision to leave home and drive myself to California. I was just going on impulse until now. And I was out of ideas.
I was about to climb into my car to wait a while when I saw headlights headed my way. I was torn between wanting the car to stop and help me or to have them drive on. You never knew what kind of crazies there were out in the world. I didn't get to make my choice before the car slowed to a stop a few feet away, pulling onto the side of the road like I had. It was a large pickup truck, with a tarp covering the bed of it. I was weary of the situation, but I needed help badly. I held my breath as I tall man stepped out of the truck, pulling on a cowboy hat as he walked in my direction.
"By the smoke I see coming outta your truck there madam it looks like your needin a little help. If you'd like I can take a look for ya?" He was now close enough for me to hear him clearly and see his rugged cowboy look.
"I would like that very much sir. The most I can tell is that it overheated. My name is Bella Swan." I held out my hand to greet him. "And you are?"
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Cliffy! Well let me know what you guys think! If just one person tells me to update I will. I have the next 3 chapters completely mapped out and ready. This is my first upload so I don't even know If im any good at this yet. Please let me know J