I do not own Twilight, or any having to do with it. I'm just boring them for a little while.
I stood beside my classmates, watching as our school was engulfed in blue flames. I could see them out of the corner of my eye, edging away. Staring in fear. At one time, they were my friends. Not since this happened.
I knew from the looks on the police officer's faces that I was in trouble. They believed I had set the fire on purpose, doing something to turn the flames blue. It didn't matter. They wouldn't believe the truth anyway. Although, the fear in their eyes as they looked at me hinted at a knowledge better left ignored.
I knew it was over when a blue Toyota pulled into the lot behind the fire trucks. I sighed, turning to meet my mother.
She stood beside the car, tears streaking down her face. I knew then. It was no one-time freak of nature that I did this. It was a part of me. A part kept well hidden.
A part that was now free.
That was the breaking point. My mother said that she tried, but it was too much for her. So, I was sent to live with the other part of my family I never knew about.
My real father's side. Along with my quadruplets and stepmother.
My real father's name was Charlie Swan, my step-mother's name was Esmeralda (Charlie was married to her when he slept with my mom. Wow. What wonderful morals.), and then my quadruplets names were Arabella, Alonso, and Austin.
Kind of freaky to be a part of quadruplets and not know until you're seventeen. And to be told that the man you believed to be your father, really wasn't but instead you're real father lived on the other side of the country, and you never knew about him.
But then again, I'm starting to get used to this sort of thing. After all, I can control blue fire. I mean, what's a few more surprises and mysteries? It can't get much worse.
"No! You can't leave!" Dmitri cried, clinging to my leg.
I sighed, patting him on the head. Why did this happen to me? Yes, I would miss them, but it was for the best.
"Dmitri, stop." I said gently, looking down at my little brother
There were tears streaking his cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Dmitri." My mother, Renee, snapped.
I looked up to see her glaring at him. That made me so angry. She didn't have to be mean to him! He was only seven for Pete's sake! I'm his big sister and play a big part in his life, and I'm moving to live in Forks, Washington, which is a long ways from High Springs, Florida. He had every right to be upset and clinging. We wouldn't see each other until who knows when. His reaction was perfectly understandable.
"Mom, you don't have to be mean." I glared back at her, daring her to say anything else.
She didn't. Didn't have a chance to actually. The doorbell rang.
A terrified "NO!" was all the warning I had before a little blonde haired blur threw herself at me, knocking me backwards.
I cradled the crying Aurora in my arms, Dmitri still clinging to my leg.
"Get off her you little brat." I heard Roy snarl as he grabbed Aurora's arm and began yanking, trying to pull her out of my arms.
I didn't let go, but instead held her tighter, glaring at my so-called father. I snorted. As if.
"Leave her alone Roy." I snapped, glaring at him now.
If there were any benefits to this thing, the top one had to be that this man wasn't my father.
"Leave them alone Roy." Katherine, Aurora's mother, mumbled from the doorway.
He snarled at us, and then turned, walking away. I sighed in relief, loosening my grip on Aurora.
"You guys," I whispered, looking down at them.
I was on the floor in the living room, cuddling Dmitri on one side, Aurora on the other.
"I have to go. It's the best thing for me, and everyone else. It's going to help me not hurt or do bad things anymore."
"Like burn the school down." Aurora whispered, her face buried in my side.
"Yeah," I laughed softly. "Like burn the school down."
I was gently running my fingers through their hair, trying to comfort them. I really would miss them, but I think that this is for the best. Maybe I'll actually get, and feel more able, to act like a teenager with my quadruplets then here.
"It really is for the best." I whispered, trying to convince them just as much as myself.
But once I was gone, who was going to protect Aurora? Who was going to save her?
That's the one thing I wish I knew.
The one thing I wish my dreams would let me know.
"Come on Bella, it's time to go." Mark said, walking into the living room.
I nodded in understanding, cringing as I heard the yells of my mother and Roy from the other room. Reluctantly, I pried Dmitri and Aurora from my sides, and stood up, holding onto their hands. Quietly, we headed outside.
My bags were already in the car, the rest of my stuff shipped off in boxes several days ago. Roy, Katherine, my mom, and Mark stood beside the car waiting.
I knew what was expected. I bent down and wrapped my arms around Aurora squeezing tight. Her skinny, pale arms wrapped around my neck in a death grip, refusing to let go.
My eyes began to burn, and I knew I was close to crying. Despite everything, given the chance, I would stay just to protect Aurora. I wished so much that I could take her with me. That I didn't have to hand her over to her stoned mother and drunken father.
But, once again, I had no choice.
So gently, I removed her arms from around my neck, and held her hands, unwilling to let go just yet. I stared into her misty, electric green eyes, not sure how I was going to let her go.
"Aurora." Roy yelled, slurring her name.
We both flinched. With no other choice, Aurora walked towards her parents as slow as possible, her shoulders slumped, and head hung in dejection. And I watched her go, barely holding the tears in.
"Come on, you little brat." Roy snapped, snatching her arm in a painful, tight grip, and dragging her towards their old, beat up '56 Chevy with Katherine following in a drug induced daze.
Aurora turned to look at me as her father drug her across the pavement, and I will never forget the expression on her face. Never will I forget the look she sent me as he shoved her into the car, and slammed the door, blocking my view of her.
Never will I forget the utter fear and abandonment, the terrified, horror struck fear and abandonment that filled her face. And then the calm acceptance.
That face will haunt me until the end of my days.
"Come on sweetheart." My mom whispered from beside me, wrapping an arm around me shoulders.
I turned to look at her in surprise, Roy's car disappearing around the corner, not realizing that Mark and Dmitri was already in the car, and my mom had knelt beside me, offering comfort. I looked towards the car, Dmitri's black hair visible and brown eyes watching us in worry.
"I promise, hunny, I will do everything I can to protect that little girl while you're gone." My mom whispered as we walked towards the car.
I smiled sadly. I knew she would try, but how could she know what Aurora really needed when she came to someone after watching Roy beat on Katherine or go through one of his drunken rages? How could anyone who hadn't already been there?
Until recently, I had gone over there every other weekend and four hours on Thursday as the visitation orders dictated, and watched some days, along with Aurora, as Roy beat into Katherine, leaves bruises and welts on her from head to toe. Watched as he went storming through the house, breaking anything and everything in his way.
I sighed, getting in the car. Soon, it wouldn't matter because I would be millions of miles away. And there would be nothing I could do. Besides that, I would be getting to know this brand new family that I never even knew I had. I was still mad at my mom about that.
She had no right to keep them from me. No right at all. As my angry, hurt thoughts began to race through my mind, drifting away from Aurora and the helpless situation, I began to fidget with the two rings on my right hand.
I shook my head to dispel the thoughts in my mind, and let my hands fall in my lap. I sighed in frustration, slumping back in my seat as we got on the highway.
Too soon we were at the airport, and once again I begged my mother to let me stay. After begging for the past week to let me stay, despite how much I wanted to go. My curiosity about these so called "powers" of mine and these people who were supposedly my family, and a chance to be a real teen drawing me in, but then again, you know what the say. Curiosity killed the cat and all. And still reluctant to leave Aurora.
Desperate to be allowed to stay for Aurora.
"Mommy, please let me stay. Please." I begged, pleaded as we walked towards the terminal for my flight.
Mark and Dmitri were in the car, giving my mom and me some alone time. We had said our final goodbye at the luggage department earlier.
"No Bella. You can't stay." Mom said, pulling me along with her.
I was dragging my feet, hoping that if we walked slow enough, if I delayed us long enough, the flight would leave without me.
But I knew it was hopeless. They were just now calling for the passengers to board the flight for the first time, and it wasn't like my mom was going to let me miss the flight when we were barely 20 feet away from the terminal.
"Mommy, please." I continued begging, hoping, praying that she'd change her mind.
"Bella, I'm sorry. I'd let you stay if it waspossible, but right now it's not. You have to go and get help before you do something even worse with your…" She had problems admitting that I had "powers". I shivered in disgust. Powers. There was no such thing. Couldn't be. Right?
"We were extremely lucky that there weren't any injuries or deaths when the school burnt down. We can't chance something like that happening again and people dieing." I let my head drop, knowing she was right. But it didn't mean that I had to agree with it, or even like it, really.
"Last call for flight 786." A woman called over the intercom.
I looked up at the speaker, destitute and glum. We had reached the terminal and we're standing there talking until the Employee decided to ruin my last chance of being able to stay.
"Guess I gotta go." I mumbled, studying the floor.
I so didn't want to go.
"Yeah, hunny." My mom whispered, pulling me into her arms.
I relaxed, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing tight.
I didn't want to get on the plane.
I didn't want to leave.
No matter the pros to going.
I just didn't want to go.
"I'll miss you." Mom whispered in my ear, and I felt a tear hit my shoulder. "I love you." She stepped back, wiping her cheeks. I let my arms fall to my sides, life less.
"You better go before they leave without you." She laughed shakily, giving me a gentle push towards the terminal and the impatient Employees.
"Bye mom, I love you too." I mumbled, walking away. I didn't look back as I gave the woman my ticket and then boarded the plane.
Goodbye Phoenix, Hello Forks.