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I was running away from a brightly burning fire. I could feel the heat emanating from it. It was getting closer and closer, and then I fell into a hole in the ground. The fire was covering the hole, but not coming in. It was as if a shield made of very thin glass was covering it. The fire slowly started to fade, taking with it all the light in the hole. I started to climb out, and when I reached the top, I wished I never had. Standing very few feet away from me was my father's house, the house I grew up in. The only place I'd ever known as "home," even if I never truly felt at home in it. It was barely standing, completely blackened from the fire. The window glass was gone, and it looked like the touch of a feather would knock it completely down.
I walked all the way around until I got to the back and saw the door was open. I hesitated for a few minutes. Should I walk in? My head was telling me to run far away and never look back, but something else was telling me to go in. like there was a force pulling me forward, forcing me to go check what was inside the lifeless house. Carefully, I walked inside to see what I could find. I heard a sound. It sounded like laughter, only it was very eerie and strangely familiar.
As I got closer to the laugh, I realized where I'd heard that laugh before. Memories came floating back to me every time she insulted me, every time she hit me, especially every time she would force me to do something I didn't want to do. It was the only person in the world I wouldn't miss if she had died in the fire.
"Well hello, Isabella. It's nice for you to join me."
"What are you doing here, Renee?"
"Aw, no love for mommy? You are such an ungrateful little pest, aren't you?"
"I don't have anything to thank you for! Now answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"Ugh, why are you killing all my fun! Come sit. Let's catch up. So how's life? Anything new going on with you? Where are you staying now?" Her glare told me more than her words; she wanted those answers more than she wanted her next breath. She was here to get the answers out of me by frightening me. What she didn't know was that I stopped fearing her long ago. The only thing I felt for her was hatred, and all I was doing was waiting for the right moment to take her down.
"Why don't you tell me where you are instead, Renee? Have a new boy toy? Oh, wait, let me guess. He found out what a soulless monster you were, and he left you while you were sleeping again?" The pure hate of her stare told me I might have been closer to the truth that she wanted me to be. Renee hated the night and sleep because it was the only time she was helpless, the only time when her lovers could escape her. It was also the only time she could get into my dreams and 'talk' to me, the only place where she could torment me without anyone else knowing. But it made her weak, so she must have been desperate to do this now.
"Oh, Izzy, I'm learning to be selfless. So let's talk about you instead." Izzy was what she called me when I was younger. It was the name she would use to show me her misguided affection. I hated that name now; that's why I went by Bella.
"I'm not telling you anything, Renee, so you might as well stop wasting your energy."
"Why do you hate me so much now, Izzy? I remember when you were younger and you would worship the ground I walked on."
"Isn't that how every young child is, Renee? Only I figured out you true intentions before you were able to complete your mission."
"We could go back to those times, you know. Back to when we got along and everything was fine between us. All it takes is one itty bitty thing and we could be the greatest team that has ever existed."
"Ha, back to what? To me fallowing orders and you basking in the glory of my suffering? Back to misleading love and back to a life where you only show affection when you need something from me? No, thanks. I think I'll pass. I have a better life away from you than I ever did with you by my side."
"You will regret this, you ungrateful piece of nothing. I will find you and destroy you, even if it's the last thing I do!"
"Well, good luck with that. Let me know how it turns out." I turned around to leave and then I yelled behind me, "It was nice seeing you, Renee. You're wrinkles are getting more visible. I don't think the surgeries are working. Nice try, though." I could hear her yelling behind me, but she couldn't hurt me here; she could only show me how she wished things would be.
I woke up from that horrible mother-induced dream with a gasp. I learned early on how to make myself wake up from them. She hated the fact that I was getting stronger while she got weaker. She needed me by her side in order for her to be strong, and she needed my heart beating in order to stay young. But it only works if I was near her and if my bond to her was strong.
It used to be; when I was younger, she was all I ever wanted. I needed her show of approval more than I needed food or oxygen. I would do anything I had to just to get her to hold my hand and call me her dear Izzy. That all changed once I lived with Esme, and I found out what a true mother was like. After I left, I couldn't help but look at the differences between the two. They were as different as black and white, and I realized how wrong I was about everything I knew. From then on, I paid close attention to Renee's every move, and I tried to figure out what she really wanted from me. Once I did, I left her and made sure everyone knew what she was up to. I'd been running from her since, not for fear of what she could do to me, but for fear of the horrible things she could do with my powers.
Instead of sitting restless in bed, I decided to get up and go do something to distract me from my ever-present turmoil. It was way too early for me to be up, but Mommy Dearest had taken my sleep away, and there was no way I could go back to sleep now. She could be waiting for me to fall asleep again, and I so didn't want to deal with her again.
I checked the kitchen and saw I had all I needed to make cinnamon buns from scratch. It was just what I needed. It was a long process, and it would help me focus on something else. Plus, I got a delicious result in the end.
It turned out this was the best thing I could have done in order to start my day. Working with the dough helped me get rid of all of my tension better than anything I usually did. I placed the rolls on a baking pan and put them in the oven, setting the timer. I went back to my room to take a shower. Charlie was going to be up any time, so I hurried.
I made sure the water was nice and hot, and I let the feel of the spray relax me more. I hoped I didn't use all the hot water; I thought I'd wait for Charlie to be out of the shower before I took mine next time. I got dressed in some dark blue skinny jeans and a Muse t-shirt with my black and purple converse and brushed my hair into a braid.
I was just reaching the kitchen when I heard the timer go off. I pulled out the cinnamon rolls and placed them on a cooling rack before starting the coffee pot and working on the icing. I was adding the final touches to the icing when I heard Charlie walk into the kitchen
"Good morning, Bells. Something smells wonderful."
"Morning, Charlie. I made some cinnamon rolls. I hope you're hungry." I got a plate and placed one of the rolls on it. It was still warm, so the icing melted on top. I placed it in front of Charlie, who was already sitting at the small kitchen table.
"Wow, this looks great. Where did you get them?"
"I made them, silly."
"What? Like, from scratch?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, I haven't had those in a long time. Your grandma used to make them for me when I was little."
"Well, get ready because it's her recipe."
"Damn, Bells. Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite person in the whole world, fairy, wizard, or human?"
"Yeah, yeah, just eat your rolls already before they get cold." I got two coffee cups and a plate with a cinnamon roll for myself. I slid into the chair across from
Charlie and dug in. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, and then Charlie got up to get another roll. I looked at him and saw that he was eating really fast.
"Slow down, Charlie. There are plenty left. You're gonna choke if you keep eating like that."
"You don't get it. These are so good, I can't get enough."
"I'll make you more anytime you want. I'll even pack some for you to take with you to work. Just slow down and enjoy them."
"Okay, okay, I'm slowing down. So, what are you doing this morning while I'm at work?"
"I don't know. I guess just hang out here try to do some studying, watch a movie, or something." Actually I was going to the Cullens house and explaining why I apparently broke their mom's heart. "Do you want me to make something for you to take to the Black's tonight?"
"Oh, no, Sue does all the cooking. I'm sure she has it all covered."
"Are you sure? I can make more rolls. I have plenty of stuff left."
"Well, it would give me something to brag about. Okay, I'm sold. You can make them for tonight."
"You are gonna get tired of eating them quickly, if you keep eating them."
"Ha, I don't think so. I could eat this every day. Okay, I have to get going now. I'll see you tonight at six, so be ready. We have to be at Billy's by seven."
"Okay, Charlie, have a good day at work. Go get all the bad guys." I packed him his cinnamon rolls in a container and hugged him goodbye.
It was still early when Charlie left, so I cleaned the kitchen and then went outside to the back yard to explore. I headed for the trees and noticed a barely-there trail, so I decided to follow it. A few yards in, it split into two. But what caught my attention was a small light purple aster a few feet ahead. I'd never seen this type of flower anywhere but in my grandma's garden. I didn't know why, but I walked towards it. When I got close, I saw one more farther away. Once I got to it I saw another. They were too exactly placed to be just a coincidence. It was almost like a path leading to something. I kept following the flowers for about two miles, when suddenly I saw this huge willow tree standing in the middle of the forest.
It was so beautiful, everything else around it paled in comparison. As I got near it, I saw a big swing hanging from one of its branches. The leaves from the tree kept it hidden well. Once I sat on it, I saw that no one would be able to see me but I could see them. I inspected the tree a bit more and found an odd pattern on the bark. It almost looked like someone cut out specific holes all the way up the tree. I started to climb and found a platform with a small door on the bottom. I opened it to see it was actually a tree house. It had a small wooden table and a few wooden chairs with windows all around and beds of purple aster flowers. Again, I could see out, but no one could look in.
On the table, there was a small notebook with the initials A.M.S., and I immediately knew who this tree house belonged to. Abigail Marie Swan my grandmother. This was her escape; she always made one everywhere she stayed. It made sense; she used to live in Forks a long time ago. It was one of her favorite places. Suddenly it all made sense. The small purple aster meant love, contentment, and patience, while the willow tree signified magic, healing, inner vision, and dreams.
My grandmother always said that every time she made a place for her to escape, these were what she wanted in them. A place where she could love with no judgments, where she could be completely and blissfully happy, and a place where she could find the patience and strength to endure anything life threw at her. The tree itself meant that this was a place of magic where one could come and heal not only wounds, but also the spirit, a place where inner visions and dreams could take flight with no worries of anything bad happening.
I hoped my grandmother wouldn't mind, but now that I had found it, I would be using it a lot. It was just what I needed to survive the crazy months to come.