A/N: Okay, so I was just thinking (yeah, I can think) and I realized that this is a long-term deal here. These are mainly like the little filler chapters, so it doesn't get interesting until later. And I have a new phrase. Gum - better than drugs and minty fresh. Repeat that in your review and you get mentioned and I'll most likely tell you the whole story behind that in my next A/N. Oh, and by the way, I'm reading the Host so my updates might get a little more far apart. Maybe.
I walked through the different parts of the city, hoping I could find my aunt. Step-aunt. Whatever the term was, I was looking.
I'd remembered my father mentioning her before. They'd had a feud in the family and they hated each other, but she still held care for me. Or pity for having my father in the same household. Either way, she cared for me.
I passed the small houses, hoping to see some landmark of some kind to tell me where I was.
I saw a faded sign and it claimed we were on Emerald Road.
Two houses away I saw a larger house than the ones on the street. Was this the "spoiled pig" my father told me about?
I walked tentatively towards the front door. I rapped on it three times before taking a step back.
A middle-aged woman opened the door. She was a little pudgy, but not obese. She had graying hair on her head. Wide blue eyes looked me with pity but held a stern look.
"Bella? What happened? Did your father finally drive you off the wall?" she asked. I flinched as I remembered not being able to tell him where I'd gone. I nearly cursed at the reaction he would most likely give when I'd tell him where I was staying
"Umm, no. Actually, I need to look for a place to stay and I was wondering if I could stay here." She looked triumphant as I said that.
"Of course. Come in," she stated, although it sounded more like a command.
I walked through the mahogany door, a whiff of freshly baked bread enticing my senses.
"I only have room, so I guess you would have to sleep either on the couch or on the floor in my bedroom." She went to the kitchen leaving me alone to make my decision.
She emerged a minute later, carrying a tray laden with bread, butter, jam, and tea.
"I guess I'll sleep on the couch." I saw a pile of blankets off to the side and grabbed one quickly. I lay down on the couch and tried to fall asleep, but I felt my whatever-the-term-is's gaze on me. I opened my eyes and she was gawking at me as if I was insane.
"What?" I asked quickly.
"You go to sleep this early?"
"Umm… yes?" I answered tentatively. She shrugged it off and left the room, leaving the tray on a small table.
I mulled over what Edward had told me earlier. Would he really help my mother get out of prison? Did he really mean what he said about the slaves? I found it extremely hard to believe right now, but maybe he wasn't that bad of a guy.
I closed my eyes, falling into a semi-peaceful slumber.
And that's the end of that. Please give me suggestions on how to start the next chapter. I'm kind of at a dead end right now. Stupid science notes. They took away all my ideas!