Hey everyone- Here I am again. I know I've said this before, but I LOVE writing this story!! Even it is sad in this particular part! Anyhoo, here chapter 11... !
Maya's POV
I sprinted as hard as I could through the forest, heading for the closest city I could find. Anywhere I could find until the heat is off. It'll pass, Oliver will find me, and we'll be happy. Maybe I can even join the Cullens like I'd planned. They'll forget about this little mishap, won't they? Rosalie's gone, and I'm in. That's my motto. They will want a replacement for her, for sure, and ... Quite Frankly... I'm their vampire!
I pushed harder, as the rain came pelting down around me. It was extremely dark outside, I guess it was the middle of the night. Like, twelve, or something. The time doesn't matter, just as long as I get to Canada, and fast. I can't get found, cause I know the Cullens will want to find me, and maybe even have a revenge plan. That wouldn't be very good, now, would it?
I flew past the highway, following its lead. I knew I had to be nearly across the country line, but, I have a horrible sense of direction. I could be going the complete wrong way, and not realise till I was well on my way.
I heard the car going past, horns honking, the screech of tyres. I tried to tune it out, and focus on where I was heading. I heard a sudden loud screeching. Louder than any of the, before, then a huge banging sound.
I came to a abrupt halt, looking around frantically. I peered through the trees, and spotted a bright red Corolla, bent around a tree. The front half was not fully curved around the wood, but pretty close.
My instincts kicked in; I ran to the car, staring through the windshield to see if there were any survivors. There was a man; he had to be in his thirties. Disturbingly handsome, with dark, curly hair. His skin was white, just like mine. Next to him, was a women, in her late twenties, I guessed. She had light brown hair, and a delicate face of white. Just like mine again. In the backseat, there was what looked like a little girl, with short, spiky hair, and beside her, a man with dirty blonde hair. All their eyes were closed, and they were all breathing softly.
These people looked familiar.
I walked cautiously to the car, taking car with my steps. I was a couple of metres away from the car now, staring into the car like a imbecile. I definatley knew these people from somewhere...
I shrieked, as I felt some strong arms around my torso. I squealed again, and kicked. The person behind me I couldn't see. He or she was being extra careful not to let me know who they were.
I looked back at the car, but the people who were inside had disappeared. I frowned, and continued to kick and scream. Who would kidnap me? Why? What did I do wrong?
"No! Stop!" I yelled, trying to turn around. I was being held firmly in my place, so I couldn't. "The people in the car! They're hurt! They need help!"
I heard a light chuckling, and snorted. "You ... You ... Fiends! The people are hurt, and you're laughing! Monsters!"
I kicked them in what I thought was the leg, and heard a squeal. Someone gasped, and a pair of arms loosened from around me. I sighed in relief, but exhaled when another pair of arms restrained me. There was a growl, and I felt a soft cloth tighten around my eyes. I felt a stinging on my cheek, then I realised someone had slapped me.
"How dare you hurt her, you stupid—" The loud, but husky voice hissed, before he was interrupted.
"Shh," The person silenced him, and I felt myself get lifted off the ground. I began kicking again, but just kicked the car. Hard. I heard the metal fold into the shape of my feet, and smiled. Ha. I killed a part of their car.
I was thrown into what seemed like the back seat of a car, then realised... What car? The other one got totalled. So ... These 'kidnappers' planned this. They were obviously immortal, because when I kicked the person, I didn't snap their leg. I just hurt them...
The car stared, and I felt the kick into gear. It sped off, too... God knows where.
I don't have any enemies! Who hates me that much? No one! I don't understand ... This is stupid ... Absurd, even. I felt outraged, and wanted to scream. And that's what I did. I let out my most ear piercing scream, and hoped someone could hear. We were probably back on the highway now, and it felt like were driving north. Hmm ... North is ... Forks, but who'd take me there? Was I being blind?
I stopped screaming, to hear groaning and moaning. Ha. I hurt the people's ear. My cheek throbbed, and was probably red ... Can my white cheek be red? I don't know.
My honey golden hair was all over my face, and the ropes around my ankles hurt. When did they put ropes on my ankles? I don't know. They were too quick for me. Must be vampires. I heard the people talking, but didn't recognise the voices. The first was a sweet, calming one.
"E—I mean, Bruno, why was she out here? I thought she'd be further south." The female voice said. She sounded worried.
"I don't know. I don't think she knew where she was going. Psssh," A male voice said. The engine revved, and I laughed at their comment. The car went silent, and heard the sound of someone rubbing skin against skin.
"Urgh! My leg!" A very light voice said, more like growled. "Stupid bitch."
I growled, before silenced myself, to hear the other voice answer. "Sorry. I should have been restraining her better."
Silence again. I heard a worried sigh, and stiffened. Hopefully, they weren't watching me too closely. Especially if they men.
"This feels so wrong. Kidnapping someone. I've done this before." One of the same voices said. One of the female ones. Different from the one who called me a bitch. The calming one.
"Es—Barbara, none of us have. I don't feel good about it either. Not at all." A once again different female voice said. I huffed. How many goddamn people were in this car?
They don't sound too happy that they kidnapped me. Ha. Chickens. I guess, I should be happy about that. But I felt too angry to even consider being grateful right now.
Stupid, lying, kidnappers... I huffed, and decided to shut my eyes, and tune out.
Rosalie's POV
I sat patiently in the cab, waiting for it to pull up to my temporary hotel. I played with my hair, twisting it around my fingers aimlessly. Aren't we nearly there? I hope so. I don't want to sit here any longer. I really want to wash my hair, and relax for awhile. Take my mind off all this crazy – ness. This absurd, stupid ...
The cab pulled up outside the 'Royce' Hotel, and I smiled. The place was big and elegant, trying to put a happy mood in the atmosphere. This was Mobile, a lot like Forks. It rained, all the time. A few palm trees and a unused pool won't lighten up any mood.
"Thirty dollars, thanks Ma'am." The Indian bus driver said, as I dug through my purse. I pulled out a twenty and a ten. I handed it to him, and jumped out of the cab. He got out and got my suitcase for me, then ducked back into his car. He grinned then winked at me, before driving away. I chuckled to myself, and walked into the hotel.
The incident at the airport was partially numbed, but it won't be for long. As soon as I'm alone, it'll break through, and crush me. His sad face was plastered in my mind, as I walked away from him, and on to my plane. I even saw them from the plane, all huddled over something. They all looked angry before getting up, and stomping out of the airport. I closed my eyes then, and drifted into my own world.
I was sitting next to a young women on the plane. She had reddish hair, and a nice smile. She was on her laptop the whole time, typing away at god knows what. I took a peek at one point, and saw that she was writing he book. It said, 'Breaking Dawn, By Stephanie Meyer.' I'd never heard of Stephanie Meyer before, but, I wouldn't mind reading this... "Breaking Dawn."
I unlocked my room, and stepped inside. It was a big, huge room. In the middle of the room, was a king sized bed. Two tables sat on each side. The huge window was overlooking the city of Mobile, which looked like a huge, grey cloud from up here. The rain lightly came down against the windows, and the city lights shone brightly. I think it was mid afternoon, but I couldn't be sure.
The bathroom was all marble; white, to be precise. Very spacious, Alice would love—
I stopped myself, and shook my head. They're out of my life ...
I sighed, and set my suitcase down by the door. I pulled out some light pajamas, and headed to the bathroom.
The hot water felt nice on my hair; It needed a wash. The hot water felt like fire on my back, but I didn't mind it. I didn't spend long in there, anyway.
I jumped out, and turned off the taps. I dried myself, then wrapped my towel around my head. I slipped on my shorts and long sleeve top. The towel remained on my head, and I walked out of the bathroom. I picked up my ipod, and turned it on. I fell onto the bed, and snuggled into the pillow. Now for the depression to wash over me...
"It Ends Tonight", by the All American Rejects began to play, and I sighed at the meaningful, but true, lyrics...
Your
subtleties The walls start breathing When darkness turns to
light, A falling
star The walls start breathing On this evening When
darkness turns to light Now I'm on my
own side All
these thoughts locked inside Tonight
They strangle me
I can't explain myself at all.
And
all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at
all.
My minds unweaving
Maybe
it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this
evening
I give the final blow.
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't
explain.
Your finding things that you didn't know
I look at you
with such disdain
My minds
unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is
lifted
I give the final blow.
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just
a little insight
won't make this right
It's too late to
fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when
your blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
Now you're the first to
know
Tonight
Insight
When darkness turns
to light,
It ends tonight
The lyrics were so precise, so the same ... As my situation. It was scary, actually. It all ended that one night, after so many years. Everything came crashing down like a ton of bricks. The weight of it all ...
So this is what depression was like. Looking at the negative points, like the positives weren't even there. Right now, they weren't. Nothing good. My family, was gone. My husband, is gone. My best friends, wouldn't even come with me. I wonder what they're all doing right now?
Esme, would be in her garden. If it wasn't wasn't raining. Alice, was probably shopping. Jasper, reading. Carlisle, at the hospital. Bella, reading Wuthering Heights. Edward, playing the piano. Emmett ...
I wanted to say missing me, but I knew he wasn't. That hurt me to no end. I let out a soft cry, and rolled over onto my side. My phone was sitting on the bed side table, just begging for me to call someone. But ... No. I can't. I just can't.
Maybe Alice needs an opinion ... No. No, no, no, no. I just can't.
The loud ring tone of mine rang, and I jumped at the sound. I ripped out my headphones, and sat up. I wiped my eyes unnecessarily, and just stared at the phone. It continued to ring, as I peered over at the caller ID.
Alice Cullen.
I gasped. I had a feeling it was going to be her, but was too stunned to answer. The voice mail came on, and I listened with intrigue ...
Rosalie ... Rosalie ... Please answer me. I love you, so much, and I want you to be my sister again.
I nearly started sobbing, but held it in. She didn't say anyone else loved you, did she? It continued.
I want to explain ... He does love you, Rosalie! I know you know that. He loves more than I ever could, more than any of us.
I took in breath, my eyes wide. My phone was still sitting there, even though it felt like it was alive, and talking to me. But this could be trick. I need proof, to believe.
I guess you don't care anymore. Well ...
Her voice cracked, and I heard her break down.
Have ... Have a good life without us, Rose.
I broke down myself now, and let out a pained sob. I threw my ipod onto the bed behind me, and fell onto my back. I put my face in my hands, and felt like dying in a hole.
Not only I miss her, but she missed me. Everyone did, by the sounds of it. But I still couldn't go back. Not now, not ever.
I pulled myself together, and rolled onto my other side. I looked out onto the dark city, and closed my eyes. It's going to be time for school, soon. I thought to myself. I nodded to myself, and jumped up. I walked to my suitcase, and pulled out some clothes to wear. It was Fall, now, so I should dress properly.
I threw on some jeans and a fitted, tight button up shirt, and grabbed my folded up back pack. I packed my old pencil case, as I was getting my shoes on. I fixed up my hair, curling it around my face. I glanced at the clock by the bed; 5:54. Damn. I've got three hours before school. Great.
What do I do? I have time to send a text to Alice ... But, no. I, I ... Urgh.
I decided to check out my rental car down stairs. I'd called for it when I left Forks, and couldn't wait to check out the model. I hope it's not a crap car. That would really suck.
I headed downstairs, and walked confidently through the lobby. The young man stared at me from the counter, as I flicked my hair.
"G-good morning." He smiled cheerfully.
"Mmm ..." I mumbled, and walked out the door. I know I was being rude, but I didn't feel like being happy today. I was starting a new life, in a school I used to go too with ... I nearly choked, and felt a sharp pain in my heart. I sighed, looked at the car in front of me.
A white Jeep?
I inhaled, hard. A ... A ... Jeep? Just like ...
This isn't helping.
"I didn't order this." I said to the man, who walked cheerfully out of the car. He scowled.
"Yes, you did. You wanted a white Jeep." He said slowly, as if I was retarded. He looked me up and down, like the sleeze bag he was.
"No," I said. "I ordered a red convertible." You idiot! I thought to myself. Was this some kind of sick joke?
"Well, the next drop off station is in Newtown Square, so, if you want a different car, you'll have to drive there yourself." The arrogant man said, and walked to his truck. He got in, and slowly drove away. I clenched my teeth together, as I stared at the car.
This is the same car as I got Emmett for his ... 16th birthday. Was this some kind of ... Was someone ...
"Urgh!" I grunted, exasperated. I sat on the kerb, until I heard my name being called from a distance.
"Rosalie?!" A excited voice sounded, as another voice sounded more like a groan. I looked up, to find my little niece, Renesmee, holding hands with her dog of a boyfriend.
"Hey, Ness!" I said, forcing a smile.
"How have you been! And what are you doing in Alabama? Oh, wait ..." Her phone rang, and she took it out of pocket. Her smile faded, as Jacob and I waved at each other awkwardly.
"Hey, Alice—What? Oh no! Poor thing!" Renesmee said, her bronze curls bobbing when her head moved. Her small frame was exactly the same as before, her brown eyes just like Bella's old ones. "Maya? How horrible! I'll take care of her, okay? Bye Ali."
She hung up her phone, and rang to me. She hugged me, murmuring calming things into my ear. I began to cry, as she hushed me. I sobbed into her shoulder, as Jacob touched my shoulder. She pulled me onto the kerb, and we sat, while we both weeped.
Maya's POV
My blindfold got ripped from my face, as I looked into the eyes of the Cullens.
They had kidnapped me?! But, why? I knew those people seems familiar! Those voices! I've been so stupid. "Hey guys," I said nervously.
Edward, Jasper, and Emmett stood with their arms folded over their chests, with angry expressions. Esme, Alice, and Bella stood behind them, with sad eyes. They looked pretty mad as well, but it was Carlisle that broke my heart.
My old friend, Carlisle, stood next to Edward, with a shattered expression. He looked at me, then shook his head. He sighed, and looked down. I felt like crying, but held myself together.
"Maya ..." He began. "I trusted you, and, and ..."
I sighed.
"You rip our family apart." He said. "And for what reason, Maya?"
I looked down, and realised I was tied to a chair. This is barbaric. "I, I ..."
"You what, Maya?!" Emmett yelled. Edward put his hand on his shoulder, as I saw Jasper calming him down by his facial expressions. "And Oliver ... He is absolutely disappointed in you."
I gasped; my own brother, hates me. What's the point in living? Why did I respond to my selfish needs? Oh yeah, I'm an idiot.
"Maya, answer the question." Oliver sighed, stepping out from under the stairs of the Cullen house. I looked into his eyes, really seeing his sadness.
"I ... Only wanted to be loved, to have a family ..." I whispered. I felt a lump in my chest, and knew the sobs were coming.
"And, what am I?!" Oliver shouted. "Your pet? Chopped Liver?"
"No, Oliver, of course not. I just wanted a family like we had during the war—"
"So go and destroy ours?" Bella spoke up now, clearly angry. Edward wrapped his arm around her, and I sighed.
"I didn't mean too—"
"Yes, you did!" Emmett said. His voice was grim, and husky. "Why else did you send the love of my existence away, huh?"
"I wanted you to love me, then I'd be adopted into the family ..." I mumbled, ashamed of my stupid plan. I was such an idiot ...
"Well you succeeded in achieving the complete opposite! Way to go!" Emmett said, mock – clapping his hands. Jasper chuckled, till Alice slapped him. Esme stepped forward, with a truly heart breaking expression.
"We ... We trusted you, Maya." She said. She sighed, then looked down. "We brought you into our home, and you betray us. Is that a way to treat friends?"
"Of course not," I answered.
"Then, how dare you! Why?" She continued, her voice getting higher.
I shrugged. I saw Alice freeze, as if having a vision, then left the room, smiling. I watched her take out her phone, and I listened to her conversation.
"Renesmee? Hi!" Alice said happily.
"Hey Alice!" A girl named "Renesmee" answered.
"Look, Ness, you found Rose right? Well, Maya, being the trader she is, told Rosalie Em didn't love her. And we all know that's not true. That's why Rose is in Alabama. She's a wreck, isn't she?"
"Oh no! Poor thing! Maya? What a horrible person! I'll take care of her. Bye, Ali." Renesmee answered. Alice hung up the phone, and returned to the room. She glared at me, and folded her arms.
"Now, what to do with you?" Edward said. "There's no way you're staying here."
I sighed. "I know."
"You probably deserve to get shipped straight to Italy." Emmett growled.
"Emmett!" Esme scolded. I looked appreciatly at her. She still shook her head.
"This is easy fixed. She just can never, ever, return here again. Don't come back, Maya." Jasper said. "Stay away from our family."
I let out a sob at my rejection; I knew I deserved it, but it hurt to hear. I reluctantly nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Save your sorrys for your brother." Alice said, motioning to Oliver. He was looking at me, his eyes glassy and sad. I nodded again.
Carlisle walked to me, and un – did my ropes. I clenched and un – clenched my hands, and stood up.
I still couldn't believe they faked a car crash, just to get me. That's strange, and desperate. I'd miss them a lot, but ... I deserve this. Esme walked me to the door, Oliver walking slowly behind us.
She opened up the door, and I stepped outside. The cold hit me, and my hair blew around my face. Oliver came out, before getting hugged from everyone. He stepped out, and began walking to our car.
"Goodbye, Maya. Forever." Esme sighed, before her face disappeared behind the door. I sighed, and walked to our car. This is the last time I would ever come to this house, come to Forks.
Hmmm ... That was depressing. Nearly every idea in that chapter came from the top of my head. I had other ideas for Maya's 'capture'. I was going to make her get captured by the Quileutes, thinking she was a Cullen. I was planning for Oliver to go to Mobile, but I thought Renesmee was a lot better for the part. So ... The next chapter will be soon!!
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