Hello.My name is Belinka Cullen and I live in Brazil.
I love the Twilight Series and decided to write a FIC.The original story is in Portuguese, so I translate for you also could read my words.
As you will note, the story has its beginning like Twilight, but I guarantee that you will be surprised at the direction of history.Totally different.With a proper plot.Keep reading that you will understand why I say that it is different.
I hope you enjoy.
ps: sorry if I make some grammatical errors.Any doubt ask me in comments.
Chapter 1 – DREAM, PAINS AND SURPRISES.
"I wanted to scream but could not, the tubes that went down my throat muffled the sound. The pain was consuming me, I could not bear it, but I had to support it, I knew there was someone who wanted me to continue fighting. I heard familiar voices somewhere near. I struggled and managed to open my eyes. And he was there. The man dreams of others. I could not see his face, my vision was founded. Just saw its forms, tall, pale skin, bronze hair and disheveled, thin, but strong. He was beautiful! At the same time that I was amazed with its beauty. I knew he was suffering. – "Stay with me Bella". The whisper heard. The pain increased, causing me to sink into the pillow and blinding me completely. I heard a frantic pulse. My own heart? And suddenly, everything was silent. I was dominated by darkness and felt my body float. Was dead?"
I woke with a star, tears bathed my face. "It was just a dream". I told myself. The same dream that haunted me for months, making me tremble every night before sleep, afraid that the dream came. But he always came.
Gradually could normalize my breathing. The clock said 2:30 am. Was fully awake. I got of my bed, stumbling, groping the wall of the room looking for the switch, no longer wanted the dark, need the light, my dream was so real in the dark room seemed endless.
I sat my favorite chair, grabbed my jornal and started writing, when I had his dream, he described the daily, ever had a memory more than dream. I did not want to forget the image of him, even unable to see your face, I want to remember.
I fell asleep sitting in his chair, trying once again to forget the nightmare, but at the same time, not wanting to forget him, the man of my dreams!
That morning I felt unwell, also could, I lay awake at night, it never left me well.
Today was a difficult day for me. The marriage of my mother Renée. Not that I was not happy for her. She was radiant. But I knew about all this happiness of the new couple, a person would have suffer. This person, I am!
When my mother finally decided to marry her boyfriend Phil, I had to make a difficult choice. Leave the new couple to live happily, without having the responsibility of a teenager around. I would live with my father, Charlie, in a town called Forks, Washington state, my father was chief of police of the city. Even the 10 years I spent my summer vacation there. Hated the city more than anything in life, the worst place in the world there. Never wanted to return to this city cold and rainy. I loved the sun, loved Phoenix, my mother, my friends and even my school. But the decision had been taken. Just leave after the wedding.
The day dragged on. I know it was supposed to be a happy day, but I was faced burial. Do not let my mother see my frustration. I wanted her happy in her marriage.
The wedding was wonderful, despite feeling a tremendous pain to have to leave it all behind and have to live isolated from everything I loved, I did enjoy myself. The night flew by, and when I found myself, was already in my room. I could not hold my tears, would be the last night that it would in my house. I my private world. I fell asleep crying.
Up early because the flight be at 10 am. I was a mess inside. But smiling on the outside.
- "Bella, you do not need to go, you know that will not bother here, be my daughter". My mother told me with eyes full of tears when we were at the airport.
- "Mom, don't cry, I'll be fine with Charlie. I'm sure it will be fun to live with him after so long". I opened a broad smile, pretending to be okay.
- "honey, you know you can back whenever you want, do not feel trapped that city". I told my mother in the midst of a hug. Repel your embrace strongly.
- "mom, don't worry. I'm happy!". Sketched a beautiful smile for her, and kissed his forehead. I embraced the Phil and I went to my flight.
My relationship with my mother has always been different, I was the mother of the relationship, never the opposite.
I sat in my chair, opening the curtain of the plane in order to remember the sun. I wish I had till the last moment is heat.
The flight to Seattle was delayed. To my despair. I slept almost the whole time, and when I found myself, the plane was already taxiing on the runway.
I did my check out and got my luggage.
My father, Charlie, was waiting for me with a shy smile on his lips. I never had much ability to express my feelings towards my father, and he also was not very good at it. But even hating the city he lived, I loved him, after all, was my father.
He hugged me shyly. I reciprocate your embrace.
- "You're beautiful baby. I was missing Bells". Hated the nickname, I was no longer a child!
- "dad, Bella only please, I'm not a baby anymore". He looked disappointed.
- Isabella ok, I'll get used to call you Bella, even though you have 17 years, is still my little girl". He looked at me disappointed, I could not resist, after all, I loved that hard head of my father. I hugged him tight deposited a kiss on her right cheek. He was colored with my sudden display of affection.
- "Dad, can call me Bells, but I'll just let you call me that". I smiled at him, he returned with a grin.
- "okay, gonna?" he spoke grabbing my bags, only two, because most my clothes are being used for the climate of Forks. Would have to buy heavy coats urgently.
Followed to the parking lot. Static when I realized that I had to go to the police car home. God, what have I done to deserve! Besides having to live in that horrible city, would have to walk the car back and here?
The road from Port Angeles to Forks was silent, took just over an hour that path. I looked at the way, green, very green, gray, very gray. The strong rain fall. I felt torn inside, the worst in the world, and I was there!
We arrived at my new house, nothing had changed since my parents separated.
We went and we continued in silence, I looked around. He kept home with the same feminine touch that my mother had given years ago. Old photos in picture frames, ate some of my drawings were decorating the wall.
- "Well… welcome home". He was so embarrassed as I am with the situation.
- "Yeah". I tried to smile but could not. He realized, and if present in the stairs with my bags. The follow. I wanted to be alone for a few moments.
- "I hope you enjoy your room. I asked the seller choose the bedding".
- "Thanks". It was the only thing I gotta say. I desperately needed to be alone with my sorrow. Of course, Charlie knew as soon left me alone in the room. There also nothing had changed. I started to unpack my bags, but could not bear, I lay in a fetal position in my new bed, I cried impetuously, I felt a deep pain, as if my life had just stopped, since I came to Forks.
It went down to dinner, and Charlie came not bother me in my pain. I slept clutching my pillow, muffling my cries.
"He was in front, some 10 meters away, I could not see his face, but I knew that smile.Returns the smile.He widened his smile and I could see his white teeth.I blushed, lowering his head. When I looked again the look, I found confusing messages, my father and my mother crying over a coffin and his blood flowed.I panicked, tried to run, but had no strength, my feet were stuck to the floor.I felt a light touch on my shoulder, looked frightened, was my grandmother Swan.By God, she died 6 years.– "Come on baby.She told me".I felt my body floating next to her.I felt lighter.He was holding his hand.She smiled at me.- It's over now, no more suffering.I tried in vain to hold his hand, but she held firm.I looked for my parents, they were suffering from their side and there he was.I looked at his golden brown eyes, he also suffered, but did not cry when our eyes met I felt all your pain inside my soul.I tried to speak but my voice did not quit.Like a whisper, I heard his voice: - "Come back my Bella, still can not lose it". "
I woke up crying aloud, half a minute later my dad comes running, scared.
- "Bells, dear, what happened?" I could not speak, only cry. My father held me tight. I could not find my voice, only wept in the arms of my father. – "Calm down dear, it was just a bad dream, shhhhiii, sleep baby". He cradled me as when I was little.
I fell asleep in the arms of my father.
I woke up early that day because I had to hurry, it would be my first day at Forks High School. Great, middle of the semester, not knowing anyone, it was fucked. I went down and started to prepare my coffee, strange, because Charlie was not home, it was there that I heard a deafening noise followed by a burst, by reflex, I lay on the floor, thinking being shot (he was accustomed to hear this kind of noise in Phoenix). I heard hurried footsteps in the house, I slipped under the table, already imagined the worst. My dream was to prophesy, I would die, but I had not known the man of my dreams!
- "Hahahahaha, Bells, which is under the table?" My father laughed aloud, God, he heard the shot? How could I be laughing in a situation like this?
- "D… Da… daddyyy, go down, I heard gunshots". I spoke to stutter so scared I was.
My father bent down in front of me, okay I he was chief of police, but did not have to act like a hero pretending not to be scared too. I looked at him, still frightened, and he was still laughing.
- "Baby Come out, not shots, it's just a surprise for you". He said, still laughing. Do not move a muscle, I was really scared, Forks was no longer a sleepy town they once did.
My father pulled me by the arm, pulling me from my reverie.
- "Come, I have a surprise for you". The follow, still scared, I was almost towed out the door. My father reached out to those presenting sales programs, demonstrating the product. I followed his gaze to where he pointed. It was an old van, a shade of rusty red. I looked at him without knowing what to say.
- "So, what did you think of your surprise?" He asked.
I still did not understand anything, my surprise was old van? But what was amazing to see something old?
- "I did not understand his father, the surprise was show me that here in Forks people like to have mummies standing before the house?" We laughed together.
- "No, dear, this is your welcome gift. I bought Billy, remember him?" I thought a little, and then I remembered it. Hey, my father gave me a car ????? Of course it is not a "car", but was mine! I hugged my father felt my tears roll, he returned the hug, awkwardly, then turn away.
- "Thanks Dad, but need not, I have some savings..." He did not let me finish the sentence.
- "Bells, is the only thing I can do, so at least you need not be ashamed to walk with a police car". He laughed. – "So, did you?" He said opening a wide smile.
- "Sure dad! I loved!"
