Disclaimer: I don't own twilight
Note: Well its like 4 30 in the morning and I'm trying to write so I can have something up later…I just wrote a chapter for my other story for the Mediator story. So yeah If this chapter sucks. I'm srry its like well late or early and I like know what I want in the following chapters but I don't know how to get there. I don't want to rush the story you know cuz then it would suck. Kinda confused on how to get Jacob and Jemma closer to each other so I need some help and people would like to give some.
Okay well now its 6 28
I tried to sleep which means that I brainstormed about the story.
"Umm okay." I said. I glanced at Jacob and gave him a nervous look but he averted his gaze and walked to the door. I got up off of the bed and walked to the door and followed them down the hallway. I walked down the stairs afraid of my fate. What do they want to talk about? I was really apprehensive about what was going to happen. What if they kicked me out? What if they found out that I'm a runaway? What if they found out that I broke the door? I didn't but what if it were broken and they blamed it on me?
Edward brought us into the living room and sat us down across from his parents; the rest of the family must have gone back out. Carlisle looked cool and relaxed and Esme looked all smiles their calm debonair did nothing to calm down my frazzled emotions.
"Edward," Esme said, "Why don't you and Jake go wait in the kitchen?'
Edward nodded and walked out giving Jacob the signal to follow. Jacob stared at me for a couple of seconds looking a little apprehensive to leave me alone. But he eventually stood up and walked to the door. He stared back at me for another second then walked across the foyer to the kitchen. I hesitantly turned my head to look at Carlisle and Esme. We sat in silence for a couple of moments before Carlisle spoke.
"How are you feeling,
my dear?"
"Fine, my headache went away and the food was great,
thank you." I replied trying to work myself back into his good
graces.
"Carlisle get right to the point, dear." Esme said touching his arm and giving me an apologizing glance.
"Alright, alright. Now Jemma you need to answer us a few questions."
"Of course." I said looking at him head on.
"Your know what," Esme said. "I'm going to go in the kitchen and speak to the boys. I feel like they are getting a little rowdy." The silence was defining as Esme stood up and left. Her heels clicked across the marble floor over to the kitchen where she open and closed the door.
"Well, we were all wondering why you were out in the woods that night we found you." He looked at me intently.
"I ran away from home." I bit my lower lip and waited for his reaction.
"I thought well enough," he said sighing, "Jemma, your parents are probably worried sick about you and I have no right to keep you away from them especially this far."
I suddenly got really panicked. My breathing came out unevenly from the mere thought of going back. "No Carlisle you don't understand. I can't go back."
"Dear your parents love you--."
"I don't have any REAL parents."
"Would you care to
explain?"
I took a deep breath in and let it out. God, I
can't tell him EVERYTHING, not yet at least. "When I was
born in the Czech Republic, the same day I was born I was given up
for adoption my mother or both my parents didn't want me or
something. We got neglected at the orphanage mostly because they
couldn't really spend that much time with the ones that were
partially normal because there were kids who had like special needs
and stuff like that I can understand that sort of thing you know.
When I was six a woman came and adopted me. When she got home her
husband was livid because she hadn't talked to him about it first
and they already had a two year old so. She died 3 years later.
Carlisle you don't understand" I was crying at this point,
blubbering even, I could feel my face getting red and my throat
closer up. I hadn't revealed this much to anyone before and I
wasn't going to tell him the rest of my story either. "She was
the only one in that house that wanted me. The rest of them don't
want me."
Carlisle sat there thinking. "Dear, I don't think it's right of me to keep you here."
"Carlisle you have to believe me! I've been trying to run away for years now. And now I finally got away. That's why I wasn't afraid of you guys I was just happy be away. I've never felt so safe in my life! And with complete strangers no less.
"I can't keep you here just because your family doesn't pay attention to you."
"Carlisle it's not just that! There's more I just don't feel comfortable talking about it."
Carlisle took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. "I suppose…if you are that…against going back…and I'm so against throwing children out on the street…you could stay here"
I couldn't contain my joy. I smiled so wide that I felt like my cheeks were about to fall off. I wanted to jump up and hug him but I felt that maybe that would be intrusive. "THANK YOU SO MUCH CARLISLE. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Esme walked in after about 10 more minutes of me thanking him. Esme whispered something to Carlisle that I couldn't hear. He nodded then turned to me. "Jemma you do understand that you're expected to go to school and that if you family comes and gets you that I can't stop them. You are their child after all but I won't tell them where you are."
"Of course, Carlisle, of course."
There were many things that I wanted to ask Carlisle that I still had left over in my mind about how they had found me but I didn't want to be rude. I mean these people just gave me somewhere to live, food, EDUCATION. I hadn't even thought about school when I was thinking about my escape. Boy was I stupid how could I live off of the money that I saved? It wasn't even 400. A little later on they let me go to bed. As I lay down in my new bed I was nervous about what the rest of my life would be like. Would my "father" even try to find me? Would he stop at nothing to get me? It was a good thing I was still tired because I fell asleep in a matter of a couple of minutes.
Notes: Okay so I'm tired of boring you with all the introduction stuff. So I'm thinking about like skipping the story at least a month ahead? If you have any objections just tell me and I won't do it okay?
So yeah I ended up never going to bed until 10 this morning and then waking up at like 7 and it was my dad's birthday. I know its no excuse but still sorry if I'm boring you with my life.
