Authors note: Sadly I don't own twilight ): buttttttttt I do own the plot! By the way, the songs are just what I'm listening to while I write : Silence. No song this time!
The rain slid down the windshield of my shitty truck and I sighed deeply. Edward should be here! He should! I'm here at the correct gas station right on time. The same one I saw him at last time. I wiped my windshield to get a better view of everyone outside. Harry was happily at the cash register. Forks citizens were walking in and out to pay for there gas. But no Edward. I bit my lip and felt like a stalker. Here I am, sitting somewhere, waiting for someone, who doesn't know I'm waiting for them. Stalker much? I pulled the keys out of the ignition and walked up to the door of the gas station. It was cold and smelly inside, but I guess most gas stations are."Hi Harry!" I said first. I was defiantly feeling out of my element today. "B-bella?" He stammered."What? Can't stop by and say hi?""Oh. um, hey!" Harry clearly knew something was up. I mean nothing was up. I was just having a good day. What's so bad about that! Just this once, I was smiling. I looked at Harry and mustered up a warm smile. He returned it and finished ringing up a strawberry blonde woman's purchases. I shuffled over to the back of the store where the water was. Opening the door to get something, I looked up to see Edward."Shit." I dropped the water and it rolled down the aisle. Dammit! Dammit! I tried running after my water, while trying to keepat least some dignity at the same time. Edward cleared his voice and I looked up. Of course, my face was a flaming, beet red. "Would you like some help Ms. Swan?" He asked. His hair was soaking wet and he had on all black. "No." Was my brilliant response. "I mean no thank you." I changed."Sudden change of heart?" He laughed.I just stared at him wide eyed and walked up to the cash register. My water was placed onto the counter, and it was sweating everywhere. My heart was beating a little to fast, or wasn't beating at all. Either way, my heart was fucked. My face was probably the color of red wine now, and I couldn't bring myself to look up at Edward. I suddenly felt annoyed with him for even speaking to me. He was so rude to me last week. Why be nice now? Sudden change of heart? I mimicked in my head. Harry placed my things in the bag and handed them to me, speechless. He was obviously shocked by my change of attitude in approximately ten minutes. Whatever.. I just didn't like how Edward thought he could be an asshole one minute then be so nice the next. Give me a break. Okay, maybe I didn't have very much room to talk, but his dad didn't die. At least not that I know of. If he did, I was going to feel really shitty. I opened the door and heard Harry yelling at Edward very loudly, but I wasn't paying attention. My truck was exactly wear I left it, old and shitty. Or dirty and shitty. I didn't even want my water anymore, so I just threw it across the seat and slid into the truck. The car started up quickly and I pulled out ASAP. When I looked into my rear view mirror I saw Edward arguing with Harry in the window of the gas station. Whatever.
It was a nice Saturday and the rain wasn't to bad so I decided on going to dads. The drizzle set the perfect mood of mourning, and I was prepared. I ran to the flower store in La Push and got some pretty violets. Dad always loved violets. On the way to the graveyard, the rain completely stopped, and for that, I was thankful. My truck was so loud in comparison to the silence that withered through the air. The nasty mud squished between the soles of my boots and the ground as I walked to my dad. Or what's left of him. The graveyard wasn't anywhere near full, but my dads grave was in plain sight. I arrived, and flopped down on the cement that covered his coffin, setting the flowers down gently at the headstone. The silence that filled the air around me was overwhelming and I wanted more then nothing for someone to do this with me. This whole alone thing is suddenly getting very old. A cold tearslid down my cheek and relaxed my body."Dad.." I sobbed. Rain started falling down and I let it soak me. Chills passed through the air and the sky darkened. "Why!" I yelled. I yelled as loud as I could. Not caring who could hear me, and if they did. I just want my daddy back with me. For him to sit on his couch and watch sports and ground me and not allow me to do things. I miss him. Very, very much. The sobs exploded through my chest and I allowed my body to lay down. My clothes were soaked through, and my body weak. I don't understand why he had to go. If anything, I should have. I should have been the one to die. I remember seeing him fall. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to have the memory in my head. The is the first time I've cried in a very long time. Crying is a waste of time, I would tell myself. But that wasn't going to stop the tears from traveling down my cheeks. The rain got harder and the thunder got louder. Maybe a tornado will come and suck me up. That'd be nice. I finally looked up to barely be able to see. The rain was so hard I couldn't see anything. It was slanted and the sky was very dark. Maybe I should start watching the news. I didn't want to get up though. I was content laying on my dads grave with soaking wet clothes. Another sob escaped and I tried to calm down. Breath in, breath out. I tried standing up, finding out my body wasn't going to allow me. So I laid there. The rain all over me. My tears leaving cold trails down my cheek. The sky dark. And me.. Broken. I stayed put for about an hour longer. I tried to get up, but my body decided against me. The rain was, surprisingly, getting harder. Soon, dark swirled around me and I was out. Blackness and coldness.
My eyes flashed open to an unfamiliar sight. There was a dresser to my left with flowers overflowing it. Soft white sheets were on top of me, with a lacey comforter. There were two huge window/door things with a balcony. It was still raining, as far as I could see. Where am I? I started to panic. What if I got abducted! What if I'm about to be killed! Or tortured! My breathing was becoming rapidly heavy and I didn't know what to do. I'm to scared to get up, but to scared to sit here. It was silent, but I heard a slight knock on the door. "C-come in." I whispered. I closed my eyes scared to see a huge man coming to kill me. My left eye opened and I saw a large man no doubt. But.. Not exactly the killer type. "W-who are y-you?" I stammered. "My name is Emmett. Calm down ma'am I'm here to help. My brother brought you here okay?""I'm c-confused.""My brother is Edward Cullen. He told me he was driving by the graveyard and saw you crying and he knew the storm was getting bad so he brought you here.""Where is here?" My voice was stronger. At least I knew I wasn't in a killer house. "Your in Forks still ma'am," His light southern drawl said. The wonderful Cullen family home, I thought. "When can I l-leave?" I whispered. "That's the thing Isabella. Umm.." He stopped and looked down. "Dad!" He yelled. Dr. Carlisle walked in with his wife, hand and hand. What the hell is happening? I thought. "Hello Bella." Doc said. I nodded my head and decided to stay quiet. "Bella, I've been keeping an eye on you since your fathers death. You've been isolated and anti-social. That isn't how a human should live and that's not the way a young woman like you should live," His wife gave me a light but warm smile that made me want to hug her. "You see Bella, everyone that lives in this house has had a traumatic event happen to them. My wife and I have kind of created a home. We welcome anyone who wants to be apart of a family and needs help," I looked down. I knew they wanted me to live with them and all. But I don't need help. I just need someone. Not help. "We just welcome anyone who needs someone there for them. My wife and I have been thinking about you. We'd like you to be apart of our home. We know you know our son Edward. He was the one who actually wanted you to live here. He said you looked like you needed someone. I've always thought you were a special girl and have had a hard life.""What! This is a crazy people house! Why would I want to live here!" I yelled. "No no no. Were here to comfort people who've had a hard time. Were family. That's all we want to be. You can stay and leave as you please. When you want help, were here Bella. You may leave whenever you like. Just always know we have a room upstairs for you. You need someone Bella. I can see the emptiness in your eyes.""Thanks for trying to be nice." I spit. "But I'm not a crazy person. I can live just fine on my own. Just because someone saw me crying, doesn't mean I have to live here with all these psychos." I dropped my head as soon as I said that. They've had things happen to them like me. Why am I being like this to people, who are exactly like me. "I'm sorry. Tell me more." I said."This is just a home Bella. That is all. People who need family can live here and who want comfort. We don't share stories of what happened her. You never have to talk about your dad while living here. You can just enjoy having company. It's like were adopting you in a way. Except you can leave and come as you please. Now, abusing this house is a different story. If you move out then your gone. The only house you can live in besides this one is your own. If you decided to move away then we will say our goodbyes and that's all.""You mean I can't move to another house and when I can't pay the bills come back for food?""Exactly." He idea seemed appealing, I won't lie. A house. Family. Something I've been needing for a while. I'd also be able to speak to Edward.. Like I wanted to.