My eyes fluttered open and I was in an unfamiliar house. I was in a large room. It was someone's bedroom. No wait, it's a guest room. The room was plain, no personal touches at all. My head was pounding. The smell of whiskey was so overpowering, it didn't take me long to figure out what happened. I must have passed out on the track. The sun was shinning through the window. It was a new day. I started to panic because I have no idea where I am, was I kidnapped or something. I started to sit up when the door opened. A man with blond hair walked in. He looked like he was in his late 20's. He also had pale skin; it reminded me of the new kids from yesterday. Funny that I though of them because following right behind him was one of them, I think Edward is his name.
"Well looks who's awake. I'm Carlisle Cullen. The kids foster father. Some of them were walking around outside and found you passed out near the track so they brought you here." Carlisle explained. He seemed really nice.
"Not to sound unappreciative but why did they bring me here? And where is here?" I asked while rubbing my temples.
"Well I'm a doctor for starts." He said lightly. "And this is our house. Now we called your foster mom and..." I cut him off.
"You didn't, did you?" I hoped. He nodded.
"She wanted to come and get you but I told her to just wait till you woke up." He turned to Edward. "Can you go and get Samantha some water and aspirin, please?" Edward nodded and left. "So Samantha, can ask you why you ran away and got drunk?" He asked me.
"I just needed a break, that's all. As for the getting drunk part that was an unplanned." He didn't ask anymore questions about it. Edward returned with the water and aspirin. I thanked him and swallowed the aspirin.
"Esme called her foster mom and she's on her way. She should be here any minute." Edward told Carlisle. I sighed and got out of the bed. They led me down stairs. The others that I meet yesterday were all talking and watching TV. There was a woman I didn't recognize and I'm guessing that's Esme. She walked right over to me and gave me a hug.
"Hi?" I said. She laughed and went over to Carlisle.
"Sorry. I thought you could use a hug. The kids tell us that you left right after you saw a display case dictated to your late boyfriend. I just want to say I'm sorry."
"Thank you for everything." I said to both of them. I didn't notice till now that there house was huge and amazing. There were a lot of vintage and expensive pictures, bowls, vases, and furniture. They must be rich. Their staircase was glass. The front of the house was mostly glass. The whole house had an open feeling to it. The younger Cullen's left for to pack up and get to school.
Suddenly I hear a car and I know its Leslie. I take a deep breathe and brace myself. There's no doubt in my mind that I'll get some serious punishment for this. Carlisle and Esme went to get the door for Leslie. Soon enough Leslie walks in and I know she didn't sleep at all. She looks drained, mad and disappointed at the same time.
"Are you okay?" She said as she hugged me. I nodded. "Sure?" She asked again.
"Yes I'm 100% fine." I say.
"Good, you're grounded till further notice." She becomes mad. I knew this was going to happen. I'm in no mood to fight her on this. I start to walk away.
"Whatever." I mutter.
"I'm very sorry for all of this. It won't happen again." Leslie apologizes. I don't want to stay any longer so I walk out. I lean on Leslie's car and wait for her. Once she leaves the house I can see I'm about to get yelled at. She gets in the car and starts to drive away. Three other cars following behind us, the Cullen kids. "First question, where did you get the alcohol?" She turned to look at me.
"I'd rather not say." I answered.
"For God sakes Sam, please tell me you didn't steal it. Why would you steal something? You didn't take it from us, I checked…" She rambled.
"I got it from my dad!" I yelled. The moment the words left my mouth I wished they hadn't. Her eyes widen with shock. "He didn't give it to me, I took it. He wasn't there." I tried to calm her down but the damage was done.
"Your father? Samantha Drake, I cannot believe you! After all the abuse you suffered at the hands of that man, you would just go back? What if he was there? Did you think of that or did you forget all the beatings he gave you?" Leslie screamed. I knew she'd be mad but I didn't think she'd be this…mean about it. Nobody ever brings up my father like that.
"Stop, stop it!" I say calmly. She doesn't. Leslie continues to talk about my father and the things he's done. "SHUTUP!" I scream but it's too late. Memories, very unpleasant memories come flooding back. Tears form in my eyes.
"You will not speak to me like that. I'm trying to do what's best for you. I don't want you to get hurt. You're going to go to school and you will come straight home. You hear me, enough of this. You have to move on." Leslie's angry didn't subside. And frankly, I've had enough today.
"Stop, stop the car." I said. She doesn't say anything, she just looks at me. "I said stop the car!" I say louder. Nothing. "STOP THE CAR!" Finally she pulls over. Nobody was in front or behind us. The Cullen's slowed their cars a couple of miles ago. I'm guessing they didn't want us to think they were following. I opened the door and got out.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I…I shouldn't have said anything about your father. I know it's not easy for you to talk about. Come on, we can talk about this later. You've got to get home and get ready for school." Leslie calmed down.
"No. I'm not going to school today. I'll walk back to the house. I need time to think." I turned away from her. She pleaded with me to get back in the car. She told me it was going to start raining any minute but I wouldn't go. Finally she agreed and drove away. I started walking. God my head hurts. I know I told Leslie I needed time to think but I'm tried of thinking. Soon after it started to rain. It was unusually comforting. I don't know how long I was walking when I spotted the three cars the Cullen's were driving. One of the cars stopped, inside it was Jacob and Noah.
"Did you run off again?" Noah asked. There was something off about him. He's way too smug about…everything.
"Not that's it's any of your business but no. I wanted to walk back to clear my head." I continued walking.
"Hey, want some company on that walk?" Noah asked as he got out of the passenger side door before I could protest. I shook my head in disapproval. Jacob drove off and it was just the two of us. He kept his golden eyes on me. "So tell me about yourself?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. "I see someone's not in the talking mood."
"What do you want from me? I mean, you don't even know me."
"You're right I don't know you but I know of you. This is a small town, news travels fast. All anybody does around here is talk about you. I've got a gut feeling that people have the story wrong. I want to know the real story, care to enlighten me? Plus, I'm a really good listener and I think you need that right now." I start to laugh. "What so funny?"
"Well for starters you are the last person I would ever talk too. The stories you've heard are probably right. I couldn't care less about your listening skills." We were in the school parking lot now, walking over to the other Cullen's. Noah went to stand near them. "I do think the stories you've heard left out one little thing. I don't trust people very easily. There are only three, well two people now that I trust." I began to walk away.
"I'm just trying to be a friend." He said. I stop and turn around.
"You are not and will never be a friend. I'm happy with the ones I've got now so why don't you make friends with someone else." I didn't wait for a reply, I just left.
