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Turn Of The Blind Eye

Chapter Two: Home Sweet Alone

I waited for about five minutes or so until the tax cab pulled up. The driver give me a quick 'hello' and put me suitcases in the trunk of the cab.

The drive was so long but I saw a lot scenery on the mostly city since I was in Seattle then when the driver told me we were in a place call Port Angeles. It had little like a city but enough for many, many people to stay there to shop, live, watch a movie, and everything.

About 30-40 minutes driving through and pass Port Angeles the driver asked if I was going to the town of Forks or La Push. I instantly flinched at La Push as it reminded me of Jacob so now as of last year moved back after his parents divorce to live with his father. I shivered at the thought of him and my eyes almost welled up with tears but I stop myself realizing that the cabby had turned himself around with his other hand holding the steering wheel looking at me with sincere confusion on his face.

"Is everything alright?" he asked thoughtfully to me.

I most be really a wreck if two people in the last 2 hours asked me that. I thought to myself.

"I'm fine…um Forks is where I'm going at this address…" I gave him a paper that my father had took the time to write down for me a couple of weeks ago to the cabby.

The cabby looked at it for about a minute then nodded to himself and me then turned back in his seat and started to drive.

On my way there I saw a lot of forest then clear out to see little suburb stores and two schools, one named Forks Elementary and the other named Forks High School both very plain but he only differences was three things- one-the age group, two-the elementary school had about two or three floors couldn't really notice since we drove by so fast, and third and lastly-the high school had a parking lot but other than those they were pretty much the same.

About a good 15 minutes later we arrived at the house just as mom was greeting some of the neighbors already with her good mother/wife/neighbor routine.

I got out of the cab and paid the cabby but he insisted to bring my bags in. So to avoid arguments I let him then paid him for the fare and gave him a $100 extra tip.

Hey, I know what your thinking-am I'm rich? The answer is no since I don't work for the money and just get it as an allowance it doesn't really count especially to the people that give me it every month. But my family is high middle class rich so I guess that's rich to some extent.

Anyway my grandparents give me $5,000 every month $2,500 from each of them to make sure I'm well clothed, feed, and most of all having fun with it. This has been going on since I was 8 and ½ years old when I realized how good I was at math like my other classes. Back then it just $250 every month but over the years they raise it even though I don't even use as much between $100 and $200 every couple of months. My parents know nothing about this account and never has. My grandparents gave me a debit card at 13 years old to access the account. The bank is Swiss bank and no one can check in on it expect for the owner themselves so that's how come my grandparents partly knew I didn't use their allowance money they give me but thank goodness that Swiss bank didn't ask for the age of the bank account holder like other banks do unless my grandparents will have a lot of explaining to do.

Truthfully I don't like to keep secrets from my family but I have to just in case things get really bad and I would need be by myself for a while other than my room.

Enough with the tried talk of money. My grandparents found out where I was moving about 2 weeks ago and went ahead onto decorating; hiring a teenage girl named A. Cullen whose mother owns an interior decorating company to help design and decorate my room due to the description the gave them about who I am, my likes and dislikes, and all those other things to make my room comfortable as possible for me so at least I'll have a sanctuary with my parents and sister living upstairs. Sometimes it surprises me how much my grandparents know of me then my own family does. Especially knowing that my parents will tell me my room will be the basement and not anyone of the two upstairs bedrooms.

The cabby had rested my bags at the side of the front door. I looked around of where I was to see that the living room had been decorated in all white except a few furniture that was dark like brown or black with splash of green and lavender coloring due to the plat in the bowl on the center table. (AN-Pic on Profile).

I looked around a little more to find door at the side between the living and the kitchen near the stairs. I went over and saw a small patch of freesias flowers dangling on a silk blue ribbon that was tied around the flowers and the door knob. I assume that this was some kind of gesture or greeting signal that meant "Welcome" probably my grandfather asked the decorators to do that since my grandmother would be less likely to do it, she like to be to straight forward about things.

I closed my eyes and took a claming breath in and slowly out as my right went to the knob and twisted open. There were stairs but it was kind of dark especially since it was raining and the widows couldn't give off any bright sunlight. I saw a light switch on the side and flapped the light on. Once I did that I went down the stairs slowly and not to eagerly so I wouldn't fall. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I notice that there was a living room set here with two doors one at the left and other at the right. I assumed that it might be my bedroom and bathroom.

But before I went any where I stood there and looked around the living that furnish with my three of my top five favorite colors brown, red, and blue but it was mixed with some light color that made it seem light bluish gray. The couch was brown and three red couch pillows with one that was checkered with red and cream. There was a flat screen silver TV with a picture on it, it was probably a cover to protect the screen from dust until I would get here. (AN-Pic on Profile).

After I spend sometime looking at the room I went to my right to check which room was behind that door.

When I got there I open it and saw it was the bathroom. It colored all black with most of the bath furniture white. There was two white sinks with light up mirrors above it. But the most amazing part of the bathroom was the shower and the bathtub. On the way to bathtub there is a floor light brown wooded bridge and underneath the bridge and bathtub are little light bulb the light by touch when your in the room and the floor also has red flower petals that were just for art not certainly real I planted under the see through floor with black water waves. Once I passed the tub I saw my shower that had a see through glass with no shower curtain. The bathroom was too perfect for words the five towels I had there are in my five favorite colors had my nickname and full name on it either on the corner of it or the center in small cursive print expect for the light green one that was on top of the toilet bowl with big cursive letters that spelled out "Bella " in royal blue coloring. (Pic on profile).

I withdrew myself from the bathroom and went to check the other door which was now my definitely my bedroom.

I open the light wooded door and the sight in front of my had me gasp loudly that I cover my mouth and my eyes went as wide as humanly possible. There before was the most perfect bedroom that fitted me personally as did the living room and bathroom had.

There was a queen sized bed layered with many pillow colored in champagne and white colors to match the champagne gold coated vein flowered comforter. The under layer was all white sheets. There were two end tables on either side of the bed both having a lamp and a plant on it all the same ones. The end of the bed was a two seated gray couch with three couch pillows on it, one gray with vein flowers on it, the second one was white with black squared corners, and lastly the third one was a champagne colored pillow with flower veins on it. There was a black coffee table in front. But what really caught my eye was the two wide black bookcases on either side of my little basement window laid in between them was computer desk with an HP desktop computer and a designer black Dell laptop with pink, white, and gray spat out cursive coloring. Both of the computers also had "Property of Isabella 'Bella' Swan" (AN-Computer Pics on profile).

I went over to one of the bookcase and saw that they were organized by genre order. I continued to run my hands over each books noticing that some of them were my favorites put in the two middle shelves completely throwing order out of the window then continuing with the order once passed the middle shelves. I went over to the other book case and repeated the same thing noticing the same pattern as well.

I release myself from the book cases and the examining of my room and drop myself on my bed having it bounce up and down for a little time due to my intrusion. I put my hands on the back of my head, closed my eyes, and couldn't help the smile on my face as I laid there taking everything in.

It wasn't long before I heard my name being shouted out for me to get my crap out of the living and into my room.

I picked myself up with a groan of frustration and went up the basement stairs to the living room.

As soon as I came out my sister smiling down at me.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked as calmly as I can.

"Oh dear Izzie, I just happy that you get that stinky, creepy crawling basement and I get to have this." Gabriella grab my wrist forcefully up the stairs.

I knew this routine already where she gloats about her "fabulously" decorated room and how mines will never compare to it. So I didn't bother to struggle it will only make it worst.

As we heading to her room I saw another bedroom that decorated it had three wide windows with brown curtains. There were comforter chairs and a big bed with white comforter on it with three pillows. Since I didn't get that much of a good look at it because my sister kept pulling me to move on. My guess was that this was my parents bedroom and not my sister's.

My sister finally stop in front of a white door with her name on it. I rolled my eyes as she dramatically open the door with "Ladies and Gentlemen and freaks of nature known as my sister. I'm proud to introduce 'Gabby's Room'." with that she open the door.

When I stepped in I saw the no shocker that her room was pretty much colored in her two favorite colors white and pink with other bright colors. I wanted to laugh her room was small it has small single bed and a small closet in the corner. The only thing that was good was the walk up computer desk beside her bed and next to her closet. Also she had this huge seat window pretty much would brighten up her room when the sun shined through it one of these days. On the other side of the room was a big plasma screen TV on the wall with a white couch that was facing it. The was also a circular seat cushion next to pink designed lamp. (AN- Bedroom Pics on profile).

Boy she's going to scream bloody murder when she sees the basement. I thought to me as she keep going on and on about her room. That thought makes me smile slightly but to my dismay my sister caught it.

"Hey, what are you smiling for? You have a crappy basement for a room… *she taps her chin and looks directly at me* unless…" I only hope she can't read my face…damn it to hell why did I had to think about my basement room or rooms I should say.I thought as she continued to look at me.

Gabriella face started to change from inquisitive to determine as she squinted out her bedroom and ran down the stairs. All the time I kept whispering "no, no, no…" on and on as I carefully ran down the stairs after her.

But I was to late when I heard the screech "MOTHER!!!FATHER!!! COME DOWN TO THE BASEMENT. NOW!!!". I heard additional footsteps going down another pair of stairs which I knew were the basement ones.

When I got there all I saw was my sister huffing and puffing out her frustration while she paced back and forth angrily with her fist curled up at her sides. My mother was following her pacing keeping a on feet distance with her arms out trying to come her down.

My father turned around to me as he heard me almost trip on the last step door but lucky for me I was holding onto the railing.

After a few minutes of glaring coming from my father to me. My sister was now somewhat calmed down and was now equally sharing my father's glare towards me with her left foot out tapping on the floor loudly and furiously. My mother cradled her arm over her shoulders trying to calm her down more rubbing her other hand up and down her arms that were crossed.

My stare went into irritated as he said "Well, are you just going to stand there and not explain yourself Isabella? Because I for one knew that your room didn't just split into three with it being all furnish like this." waving his hand implicating the everything around him.

"Well Char-Dad when I got here this was already furnish and the only explanation I have is that Grandma and Grandpa did this for me since that left a note for me in the mailed saying I had a BIG surprise when I get to my room in Forks. So I guessing this *I waved around my a hands to the scenery* has to be it." I concluded with a little nervousness in my voice. I said all of this as I noticed when "Grandma's and Grandpa's" my mother flinched harshly, my sister stop tapping her feet, she straighten her stance and her face was set to unbelievable furry as her face turned red with a glare, and lastly my father eyes went wide and he unfolded his crossed arms.

"I can't believe them. I told them to not interfere anymore and then they do this. Totally undermining our adultery of everything we do. Well, that's it I'm going to have word with them both at the same time on the phone." My father said in a rush as he scratched his head and head up to the stairs.

"Hold up Charlie, I'm coming with you. I would like to have a word with my father. So call your mother on the house phone then dial my father's number so we could have a three-way phone call on speaker. I want them to hear both of us." My mother said stomping up the stairs and shouting the rest at the end to my father.

Great shouting and more drama and we've only been in Forks for an hour and a half. I thought sarcastically but was broke out of thought by my sister's sinister voice.

"Well, well, well it seems like grandparents favorite gets what she wants again and I get NOTHING." Gabriella sneered as she circle me.

"What are you talking you always get what you want and I never get anything. Not my parents love, not any guys, not-" I counted with each finger before she had cut me off.

"Oh boo who, save me your sob story for Oparh or Dr. Phil to care about. What I know is that since the day we were born grandma and grandpa have always love you and treated you better then me. And now they do this for you but know this Isabella *she step close to my face that our noses touched* I always get even no matter what!" She said as she storm off upstairs and slammed the basement door shut.

I stood there with anger tears falling down my eyes. I quickly wiped them off then hurried to my bedroom and took out my Wuthering Heights book and went into the bathroom where I filled up the tub and put in scented strawberry bubble beads. As I waited for the tub to fill up I set the book down on the bath counter and slowly took off my clothes and threw them into the hamper/laundry bin.

"Shoot!" I yelled to myself as I realized that I didn't bring any change of clothes with. I threw on my bath robe and headed out towards my bedroom.

Once in there I went to my dresser and saw that it was fully stocked with new clothes. I got curious since I didn't filled it so I went over to my closet leaving the draw I went through open. I took a deep breath and open the closet to see it was a walk in closet that was stacked with clothes on the hangers, shelves with sneakers, jewelry, and other accessories. The closet furniture such as the shelves, drawers, and etc were black. The tile on the floor was grayish black with a white carpet covering most of it. At the end was a door length rectangular window that showed a view to the neighbors side yard. (AN-Closet Pic on profile).

I usually don't like when they or anyone spends money on me but I was glad that this would at least save me a shopping trip to have some more clothes since most of my clothes in my suitcases were either torn or way too small from being years old. I hate shopping for clothes that's how come I have these old clothes and sneakers that are years old because I would only go shopping for books and other materials.

I closed my closet figuring I could check it out later. I went over to my draw and picked out a yellow tank top with white boy shorts and light lime green fleece pajama bottoms so I could still go outside with it and sleep in it if I want to. (AN-Clothes Pic on profile).

I folded up the clothes in three neat piles and went back in the bathroom. One in there I put the change of clothes on the bath counter and disregard my bath robe, turn off the water, I pulled my hair up in a loose bun and rolled up a bath towel then set it on the edge of the tub so I could rest my head on it well reading and relaxing. Lastly I got my book and settle myself in the tub.

Every time I'm stressed out by my family I would usually lock myself away from them anywhere whether it's my car, sating in my closet, or wherever as long as I'm relax. This way I don't explode on them with built up anger and rage from all the years. Peace at mind is my therapy or pain reliever pill that keeps me sane throughout all of this.

I stayed there for god knows how long. When I finally got out my skin was kind of pruned but it didn't matter. I was relax and that's all that matter. I let the water drain down the now unclogged hole in the bathtub and went to the bath counter to brush my teeth and do other things to have myself presentable.

As I got out the bathroom I soothed out my yellow top and creped up the basement stairs so I could grab my suitcases so could stay down here a little longer before I went to cook dinner for everyone and myself.

As I got closer to the door I heard voices shouting some muffled because of something. I open the door to see my mom and dad sitting on the living room couch yelled at the phone on the coffee table. My father was rubbing his temples and my mom was holding her neck with both her hands then rubbed her face slightly irritated.

They only get that way when they talk to two people and that's-

"But mom you know that-"

"Don't you "mom" me Charlie Raymond Swan, all because you go save lives and provide for your family doesn't mean your mister father of the year when you only pay attention to one child not the two Ren over there gave birth to."

"Excuse me but I take good care of both of our children. *I snorted at her lie* Even though I treat them differently it doesn't mean I don't care for them."

"Oh is that so baby girl?"

"Yes daddy it is."

"Well since you think you know Gabriella and Isabella could you answer one question for me?"

"Yeah dad. What is it?"

"Well both you and Charlie could and this." I stepped a little closer to them so I could hear better at the same time kept hidden from there sight. "Okay quick in 5 seconds what are one thing that the twins are deathly or non-deathly allergic too. Starting…Now!"

"Um that's easy. Gabriella's is allergic to caramel and Isabella is allergic to…um…Charlie

"3 seconds left baby girl."

"Umm.. Isabella doesn't like…umm beans." My father guessed as I covered my mouth so my laugh couldn't break out. My own parents didn't know what was I allergic it was sad and funny all the same ; amazing how they name what Gabriella is allergic to in under a second but can't name mines at the same.

"Angk! Your wrong. The only thing Isabella is deathly allergic too is…dum da dum SHOPPING for any that's not books." Both my grandparents exclaimed with happy laughs in the phone.

"Whatever that's not the issue here. The only issue here is-"

"Charlie manichino, this is an issue whether you want to address it or not. Now you guys arguing with us for decorating and spoiling Isabella and not doing the same to Gabriella is only fact because you already spoil Gabriella as if she an only child but truthfully she isn't. So don't come raising your voice at us and threatening us because we spoil her and paid more attention to her than both have never done since the day she was born."

"Yes, Reneè's father Agostino, is right. Did you know since Isabella was 7 years old we have ask her countless of times sometime individually or at the same time if she would like to live with either one of else or both of us. Do you know what her answer is every time? "No, grandmamma and grandpapa I love my parents and they'll always need me no matter what. And I know my parents love me even when they don't say it or show it because deep down knowing that I loved them more then anything in world means they love me just as much, maybe greater. Sorry for declining. I still will and always love you." Then she kisses us on the cheek each and hugs us both. But still year after year we ask her the same question but she still sticks around for your disrespect and your unruliness towards her." Once my grandma had said I had silent tears rolling down my face as I still cover my mouth to not let the sobs come out. I will always say that to them because I believe in it like I still do now but when times are tough my brain will side with my anger not with my conscience and good soul.

"Yes that goes for Gabriella too. She's been acting quite real spoil brat you both have been parenting her to be."

"Dad!!!" " Mr. De Luca!!!"

"WHAT I'm right. Maybe if you lay off her for at least a day and use that time to spend with Isabella you might actually love your other daughter too."

"And maybe you guys need to do the same with your granddaughter Gabriella because she needs as much attention as Isabella does!!" My mother shouted into the phone speaker.

"But-"

"Sorry but no 'buts' ma"

"Same to you dad. If neither of you can treat Gabriella like the princess she is then our rule still states that you can't see or speak to them or Isabella your case until you do. Now Goodbye Daddy and Mrs. Swan."

"Baby Girl-"

"No Daddy. Goodbye." My mother got up from the couch and went upstairs probably to her bedroom to cry a little. She never likes to argue with her father especially when it comes to her favorite Gabriella.

"Goodbye Mother and Mr. De Luca." Charlie said as he press down the 'off' button on the phone. He didn't even wait for grandma and grandpa to say their goodbyes. He then got up and went upstairs to tend for mother but not before yelling out for me to get dinner ready.

Great my life is never a box of fresh flowers just lemons on an open wound. Which I'll never trade or give up no matter what. Because when you got something to love, you have to through all hell to achieve and I did that everyday since I was born and even it's been a 16 year fight I still keep fighting and love everything about it.

Call me fool but these people who are my parents gave birth to me so I at least owe them my loyalty and love even if I'll might never get it in return.

I prep talk myself this as I continued to cook chicken parmesan with brown rice to go with it.

Join me again for my life of torment if you like to do charity for work for the pity.

Author's Note

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