Bella paced relentlessly, one thing bouncing around in her head.
Laylani. Laylani. Laylani. Her sister's name. Laylani Swan. How could she have never known? How could her father keep this from her? No. How could he even abandon that poor woman and her child when he was the sole reason for the mistake. Mistake… That was what her sister was. Bella knew it wasn't fair… but Charlie had told her that that was what eventually drove Renee away from Forks. Not the rain like she'd been told. Not the cold. But her fathers illegitimate child. Laylani. Her sister.
She pitied the girl, honestly. Her mother is dead and now she was going to live with her estranged father and slightly older sister.
Thinking about this new development, she was going to have to put her wedding on hold. This made Bella angry. She knew it was the right thing to do. When an abandoned sibling shows up unannounced it was only right to put your impending immortality on hold. But it didn't mean she had to like it, she was getting closer to nineteen everyday.
Bella's heart gave a lurch as her father's cruiser pulled to a stop in the driveway.
Peeking out the curtains she frowned as she saw Charlie talking with a person who was obscured by the sun on the car window.
Charlie heaved a big sigh and closed his car door, trudging towards the house. He stomped up the stairs and into the house – leaving the door open.
"So… where is she?" Laylani.
"She's a little nervous," his voice cracked – lie. "She'll be in, in a minute."
"Sure… shall I start dinner then?" For Laylani.
"Go ahead, kiddo."
Bella frowned as she looked at the clock. Her sister had been sitting outside in the car for around forty-five minutes now. Just ask she was thinking about going out and demanding her to come inside, she heard light footsteps on the porch and the front door creak open. Laylani.
Taking a deep breath Bella steadied her racing heart and put on a friendly, welcoming face.
She strode out of the kitchen, through the lounge room and came face to face with a girl. A beautiful girl. Laylani.
Bella's face dropped as she took in the girl.
Her shoes were beat up converses; she had slightly baggy sand coloured cargo pants that hung low on her hips, showing off her boy-shorts and defined hip bones a little patch of skin could be seen before it reached a snug fit white tank top. Over the tank top were dog-tags that were engraved with something Bella couldn't see. Both of her wrists were adorned with a mixture of all different type bracelets.
Her skin was a dark tan colour – very alike to the Quileute people – and smooth. Her arms and legs were long, stomach flat with a slight show of abs and her breasts were proportioned excellently – not like Bella's slightly smaller ones that made her look like she had eggs on her chest.
A long, graceful neck reached up to a beautiful face. Stubborn chin, full lips, cherub-like cheek bones with a healthy pinch of rose colour, almond shaped dark eyes stared back at her – Bella's own eyes. Charlie's eyes must be a predominant gene. Dark lashes curved up to two gracefully arched black eyebrows. The thing that set off her beauty, though, was not the rocking body or the model-esque face. It was her tumbling waves of black, shiny hair. She obviously inherited Charlie's curls, but the black must be from her mother's side. She stood at a healthy 5"11. Laylani.
Bella suddenly hated having a sister. How did she end up with all the crappy genes, when this girl obviously got all the right things from Charlie to make her look like every boy's wet dream? This girl could rival Rosalie in looks. If she wasn't so tan, Bella would have said she was standing in front of a vampire.
Her mind suddenly went into panic. Would Edward see her for what she really was, next to the Aphrodite of a sister? Perhaps, if he could not read her mind either, he could choose Laylani over herself. She couldn't bear it if anything like that happened.
"Hi, I'm Bella… your… sister." Bella smiled warmly,.
"I know." She replied, indifferently.
"Err, I uh, made us some dinner?" it came out like a question. Damn. Why did she always feel self-conscious around beautiful girls?
"Not hungry." Her sister responded curtly.
"Oh okay… uh, I'll show you to your room."
"Fine."
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Laylani sighed as Thrice began to play over her sound system.
She had been here for four days already. She fucking hated it. She avoided both baby daddy and Satan spawn as much as she could, she didn't give a fuck if they thought she was rude. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be with Jay, racing. Only five months until she was of age, and she could get out of this shitty dump.
Turns out, Nayeli had put away a sufficient sum of money for her daughter if anything should happen to her. It was given to Charlie, but what she supposed was the goodness of his heart, had given it all to her to do with what she wished. So she splurged. The first three days had been filled with her driving to and from Port Angeles to get her things, which had arrived this morning.
She had painted her room a dark royal blue colour with beautiful black rose vines creeping up the walls. She did well, if she could be so bold.
Her bed, couch, laptop, plasma LCD television, sound system and gaming systems arrived today. Along with a beautiful mahogany dresser than matched her bed. She had already bought clothes, hair products, make-up, bedding and new curtains. Now her room was set up perfectly. And her car was due to arrive today. She loved her car. It wasn't the most conventional car for racing, but it was hers.
A dark blue 2010 Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes. It was fucking beautiful. She had called Jay the day she found out about moving to Charlie's. Her car had been stocked with slightly illegal things, such as being too low, window tint being too dark etcetera, so she had asked him to remove all illegal things – on the outside. Now it looked like a normal car. Normal, but beautiful none the less.
Seeing as she had dropped out of school and Bella had decided to go see some friend – Angelina, or something – with Charlie at work, she was the only one home.
Sighing she turned over on her bed and thought about what she could do in this crappy place.
Charlie had thought she might like the beach on the reservation. Maybe she could go there one day soon. Actually, it was sort of weird. When he had bought up La Push, Bella had choked on her water and nearly died. Too bad she didn't.
Laylani jumped from her bed and skipped gracefully down the stairs and into the kitchen. As she opened the fridge and peered inside, she heard a noise from upstairs. Must be imagining it.
Grabbing the ingredients from the fridge she started to make a ham and cheese sandwich. She honestly wasn't all that skilled in culinary. She must have gotten that from Charlie. Her mother was a wonderful cook.
"Who are you?" a cold voice demanded.
Laylani spun around and came face to face with a pale boy. She looked him up and down. He sure was pretty, but not really her type. He had golden eyes and messy hair; he was lean and had some muscle, but she figured from his clothes that he was a pretty rich boy, so she wouldn't ever fucking bother with shit like that.
"I live here. Who the hell are you?" she returned, just as coldly.
The boy's eyes looked her up and down suspiciously. "I'm Edward Cullen. What's your name?"
"Laylani. Why are you here?"
The boy looked shocked. "You haven't heard of me?"
"No." Well, okay, maybe Satan spawn had prattled on about him, but she didn't want to fucking listen to that stupid bitch's verbal diarrhoea.
"I'm Bella's fiancée."
Laylani's jaw went slack. Then, because she obviously didn't care about what the fuck he thought, she blurted out the first thing on her shocked mind.
"How'd a girl like her get a pretty boy like you?"
His eyes darkened and his face set in a scowl. "What do you mean 'a girl like her'?"
"Well you know, she's pretty, sure, but kind of plain… Clumsy… boring…"
"Don't talk about Bella like that!" he spluttered indignant, face becoming fiercer.
"Wow. This is funny…"
"What's funny?" he snapped, eyes narrowed.
"Nothing."
"Tell me!"
"Oh grow up, Penny-head."
She brushed past him and headed back up the stairs, taking a bite from her neglected sandwich.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Why are you following me?"
"Answer the question."
"I told you. I live here."
"How come I've never seen you before?"
"Because I'm secretly Charlie's bastard child, you know; the one he didn't want. So when my mother was murdered because of her drug habit, he was set as next of kin. So I sort of had to come live here. That's probably why."
"Bella doesn't have a sister." He replied confidently.
"She didn't used to. Besides, I'm not that devil spawn's sister. She's just got the same sperm donor."
Leaving a shocked and outraged Edward Cullen behind, Laylani stepped into her room and shut the door with a bang.
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"I don't appreciate you being rude to Edward. He hasn't done anything."
Laylani sighed. It was around ten at night and her fellow sperm donee had just slammed her bedroom door open with a fierce scowl on her face.
"I don't appreciate you not knocking. What if I was naked?"
"Grow up!" she snapped. "You're my sister, besides, we have the same bits." Even as she said this a light blush came to her cheeks at the thought of nakedness.
"Honey," Laylani cooed. "If you had your eyes open, you'd see that we don't have the same bits. If I had to make a guess, I'd say that I'm at least a cup and a half bigger than you, and I'd also make a bet that you're as hairy as a mammoth in between your legs."
Bella's face became splotchy as her embarrassment rose. "You-I – uh, - I, Argh!" She spluttered as she stomped out the door, slamming it behind her.
Laylani laughed as she watched the scene with glee. It had become officially fun here. Her older sister was as dried up as a nun's cunt. And a virgin to boot, if she had to take a wild one.
Still cackling three hours later, Laylani lay down to sleep.
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Obviously, I mean nothing racist about the skin, nor am I being judgmental about the nun comment. It's just an expression. Honest – I'm Catholic.
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