Chapter 2
Child services and I go way back
I was sent to Forks at 16 for my "unruly" behavior, apparently Phil didn't really like the fact I talked back when he told me what to do. What right does someone five years my senior think he has to tell me what to do, let alone be my "Step Father". I know my mum felt young but in actual fact she was nineteen years older than him . Yuck.
My mother was a completely selfish & self absorbed. My mother , Renee, left my father when I was just three. I had spent the whole time looking after myself from the age of three and up. I learnt at a young age what needed to be done to run a house, as Renee was to busy crying about being lonely or dating random men. One time she left for a dinner date and she didn't come back for three days. Child services were pretty much my best friend when I couldn't get in touch with my Dad.
Renee and Phil met 6 months ago, whirlwind romance (my ass more like he screws her silly and he isn't that bright she doesn't have to try to hard) ending in marriage. Apparently they are blissfully happy (I told you it was sex).
The instance Phil moved in he decided I needed boundaries, and to learn a little respect. He would yell and scream til his face was blue about nothing and I finally snapped and had a fair go back at him. Phil didn't like to hear the truth too much, he gave Renee the ultimate of ultimatums and well that's where I get shipped off. Told you my mum was selfish.
I loved my father Charlie Swan ridiculously, I loved Forks almost as much. I didn't mind the weather either, I hated the heat in phoenix, you could get warm in the cold but you could never cool down in the heat. I spent every summer here from the time I was four until I was 14, when mum decided she was too lonely to be by herself. Dad came and visited there having to stay in the spare room and spend the weeks at my house as mum was ridiculously jealous. Charlie loved me and he let me know it. We were both for people of few words but that for a comfortable father daughter relationship. He thought I was a good young lady, and he never talked down or treated me like a child.
Dad was ecstatic I was moving home.