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Chapter 4

Goodbyes and Horizons

I put my duffels in the passage seat of my truck then went to get the bag I had left outside. Thankfully it was still sitting right where I had left it. I put that bag on top of the other two. I closed the passenger door and looked back at the house I once called home and whispered the only thing I could without completely breaking down.

"Goodbye."

Without another word I climbed into the driver's seat and started the truck. I used to love how noisy my truck was. It was one of the things that made it unique. But right now I wished it wasn't so loud. The noisy rumble of the engine seems to echo in the cold, quiet air. No, the truck was not the best get a way car.

I pulled out the driveway but instead of turning towards the highway I went right. I had one more stop to make before I left Forks. This would be the first time I had gone there since they left but it would also be the last time.

I wish I could have left town without even thinking of them. But I couldn't do that. They used to be so involved in my life. Even now, even after they left, they were still a part of the events occurring. They just didn't know it. Or maybe they did. Who knew if my future was seen? Either way I didn't care if they knew. I didn't want them to. I didn't need their help. I didn't want it. I wasn't fragile. I could stand on my own two feet. I could do it because its what Charlie had taught me to do and he would want me to be independent.

I turned off the main road onto a long driveway. The grass on either side of the pavement was completely overgrown. It was just another reminder of the lack of habitants. It only took a minute or two for me to reach the house. I pushed the memories back before they could find surface. I turned off my truck and got out.

I don't know how long I stood there. I just stared at the house. The large, Victorian style, white house that I used to spend all my time in. Looking back I might have thought this was home but really it was never more than his house. It was just a house.

I wasn't even home to them. They didn't have homes. They had houses. One couldn't move that many times and live in that many different places to have a home. One couldn't be that heartless and have a home.

No this was never anybodies home. It was a shelter from natural elements but nothing else. This large white house never kept anyone safe. It never kept anyone warm. The inhabitants never needed anyone. This house was an appearance. A façade of normalcy meant to make the inhabitants feel somewhat normal when, in fact, they were very, very abnormal.

I don't know how long I stood there, staring. All at once the sun broke the horizon. Night was over. A new day had come. It was time for me to see the horizon.

With one last look at the house I started my truck. Then I drove out of Forks with the sun behind me. And as cruel as this is to say, I never looked back.

So i know this chapter was short but i posted two chapters at once so i hope you guys will forgive me. anywho, hoped you liked it. Reviews are welcome and much appreciated -Essie...