****The characters and the background story line all belong to the amazing author Stephanie Meyers however the original character/s and the main storyline for Broken Promises belongs to me****
6 years later
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Maya Blackbird reached over and smacked her hand on the alarm clock.
She hated mornings.
Whoever thought school should start at 8am in the morning should have their head dunked in a toilet repeatedly for the rest of their lives.
She slowly sat up and ran her hands through her hair. Downstairs she could hear the banging of pots and pans being thrown around. Today was going to be a long day but at least it was Friday.
She got up and grabbed her clothes before she slipped outside her room into the bathroom.
As she looked in the mirror she frowned.
She remembered that night. Camping in front of the black house and making that wish. She realized now that wishes were as real as fairies or mermaids. They didn't exist.
Maya hopped in the shower, washed her hair and body. Her boys would be here to pick her up soon. She knew the teasing she would get if she was late after all she was the only girl.
Maya changed into her black skinny jeans and Guns N' Roses t-shirt. She couldn't help but hum Sweet Child of Mine. It was her favorite song even if the boys teased her about it.
She pulled her hair into a pony tail before headed down stairs only to pause at the end of the steps.
She found her father, Thomas Blackbird, sitting on the old recliner in front of the TV in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. She observed the man trying to judge if it was safe to speak or not.
He had once been a great man with important ties to the community. He dressed in nice clothes, volunteered at the youth center and was a great family man but now…he was an embarrassment to his daughter and the entire community. Losing his wife in that car accident 5 years ago had led him to losing his will to care about his appearance, his job, his community, his house and even his own daughter.
Maya observed her father as he picked up the beer can and took a sip. He was well on his way to being drunk if the pile of cans on the floor was to be taken into consideration.
This was how he spent most of his days now. He drank until he ran out and then he would look for a job, any job, until he could get another pay check just to blow it on more beer.
"What are you looking at, girl?" Thomas Blackbird never turned to look at his daughter or take his eyes off the TV. He couldn't stand to look at her at all. She was almost an exact replica of his wife except for her darker skin color. That she got from him.
Maya slowly lowered her eyes. She couldn't stand to look at her father and seeing how far he had fallen. This man was not her father. That man died the day he learned of his wife's death.
"Nothing. Absolutely Nothing father"
"Good"
HONK HONK HONK
"That's the boys. Bye"
Maya walked out toward the door not looking back. She missed the look on her father's face as she walked away from him and their home.
The grief from his wife's death and the loss of his child that she carried was too much to bear.
He didn't know how much longer he could go on. Maya didn't even know about the baby. He couldn't talk about it. To anyone. His life was going down the train. Each day it became harder to fight. Harder to fight the darkness and the whispers in the back of his mind to just give up. To walk away and never return. He didn't know if it was worth fighting when he could not even look at his only living child.