I do not own twilight S.M. does.
Well here goes nothing, I thought. I went up to the door very slowly hoping that my dad wouldn't get mad that I came here. I finally gather up the courage to knock on the door.
Then all the sudden I hear a man, no, my dad (I guess I would have to get used to that, calling him dad again), shout, "you lazy bunch of kids." Was he directing that to me, or someone
else inside the house?
Kids? The thought occured to me now. Does he have kids? I knew it was too good to be true: I was hoping that he didn't have any kids after he had me. Apparently I might be wrong. I was
apparently too selfish to realize back in the orphanage that it would be extremely easy to be able to have other kids after such a failure like me. Then the door opened and my dad says,
"We wouldn't like girl scout cookies thanks, anyways. Oh, and can you tell your friends the same message?" Is he serious?
"ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS? GIRL SCOUT? YOU REALLY THINK I'M A GIRL SCOUT?!" I yelled. It just came out. I didn't mean to be harsh but did my own father really not recognize me? I
always thought that my parents would look at my photographs and wish that they hadn't made the mistake of abandoning me. I now realized this was probaby another false fantasy.
"I'm sorry?" he said sheepishly, he looked a little scared, maybe also a little taken-aback.
"Its okay, I over-reacted a little. I'm sorry," I glance away for a second. I look down at my feet, a little embarrased now. Then I asked sadly, "You really don't recognize me?" I wasn't upset
really, it's just the way I had said it. Besides, I had braced myself for something like this.
"I'm sorry I-Sarabella?" Well it only took long enough! I can't exactly blame him though, it has been twelve years.
"Hey, Daddy." I said. To say he looked surprised was an understatement.
"Wow. It's really you," Dad let the words hang in the air for a few seconds. He stood open-mouthed before he walked about two steps toward me and embraced me. I stood there like a
rock for a second, not knowing how I should react. Apparently, I didn't have to, because Dad was now talking to me, "Sarabella...Bells...Pumpkin...baby girl...I missed you so much. Twelve
years--twelve years seems like..." He didn't finish the sentence. He still held me while he pulled away to look at my startled face. He then embraced me again. He seemed to be crying a
little, since I could hear him sniffing and wiping tears away. "Well, why don't you come inside, sweetheart," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. I was still in shock. I walked in and once
I got in the house everything got quiet. I was so uncomfortable. So instead of just standing there I said something,
"Um...Billy, can we talk things out? Please? That's kinda what I came here for," I said and noticed a whole living room of tanned, bulky boys. It was actually surprising that they all fit in one
room. They were all just staring too. And right from then I had a million thoughts in my head. The first few were kind of dirty and inappropriate. I mean, inappropriate like it could send my
dad to jail. And then I thought that maybe this was family or something.
"Sure. Sit down. Somewhere." Dad said. Yeah somewhere was the key word here. The guys took up the room, so there were no chairs.
"Huh. You know I would but there isn't anywhere. I think I'll stand." I said a little snappily. One of the boys laughed.
"Jesus, get your period already. No need to snap at us," he said, smiling. I shot him a glare. He held up his hands and the other guy's high-fived him. I wanted to high five him below the
belt. And for those of you who are idiots and don't know what that is, I mean his balls.
"Okay, where should I start? Uh, how about introductions and then I'll explain things from there," my dad said, ignoring the boy's remark. I happily agreed.
"Okay." I said. I was happy that my dad actually let me in the house. He was being kind... considering he hadn't wanted me twelve years ago.
"Ok, well this is your brother Jacob, these are his friends Paul--the idiot who told you get your period already--Jared, Sam, Seth, Embry, Quil, Collin, and Brady. Guys this is Sarabella." All
the guys were speechless, except for Paul of course. Paul looked around--seeming to sense the awkwardness--and decided to say something (again),
"Awkward turtle..." he said, doing the hand motion. Jared, who was sitting next to him, slapped him upside the head. I felt someone staring at me. Not in a bad way, but just looking. I
looked to see it was Brady. Brady was hot, but I didn't look for long because then I realized something.
"Wait, I have a brother?" it happened to come out at the same time as Jacob saying, "I have a sister?"
"Surprise?" Billy suggested.
"Fine, can you now tell me why you did what you did? I kinda want to know. I know you don't like me but still-"I was cut off by my dad.
"You think I don't love you?" He seemed really upset.
"Well yeah daddy I mean why else would I have thought you left me at an orphanage when I was four." I said a little confused.
"Sarabella Marie Black. I love you. It was more of your mother's way though. You see she told me that she said she wasn't ready to raise you and I said to her that she was doing fine and
that I didn't want to give you up. Your mother though…your mother she said that we had to give you up. Sara, I love you I do I never wanted to put you in the orphanage. Do you believe
me?" My father said. My poor father, once again I was too busy to notice how my father may have felt about it.
"Oh ,dad. I had no idea. Can I ask you how my brother is here? I mean we don't share the same mother do we? Because I don't ever remember having a brother at all. By the way how old
are you, Jake?" I asked because honestly, I know I didn't have a brother living with us. Paul was yawning.
"When did this turn into a soap opera?" He asked. I glared at him.
"Well…he's your half brother really," said my dad, still ignoring Paul, "And Jake is a two years older than you. Now before you interrupt me let me explain," he said." I had a wife before your
mother and then she filed for divorce. Eight years later, after your mom died, I got a call from the hospital in Seattle. They told me that my ex-wife had died and that I had a son--and I
knew that you were six at the time, because even when you were in the orphanage I still celebrated your birthday--So ever since then Jacob has lived here." My father said in a surprisingly
calm tone.
"Okay. Uhm, well, that explains everything." I said quietly. A whole mix of emotions was running through my head. I was starting to feel physically dizzy.
"Well. Now I have a question for you." Jacob said. I shrugged my shoulders, telling him to ask, "Now not that I don't want you here, but why are you here?" Jake asked curiously.
"Well, I hated being stuck there. No one liked me, well ,except my best friend but she's being adopted tomorrow. And I think she was the only one that really cared about me..." I let the
words hang in the air, on account of the fact that, one: I was feeling dizzy and two: I felt like I was sharing a little too much. I started to sway and I felt my father's hands on my
shoulders and he pushed me down the ground by pushing on my shoulders. I saw Jake's hands in front of my eyes and then everything when black.
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