Prompt Name: Captured at Twilight

Written By: Jadsmama

Pairing/Main Character(s): Story #1- Renee/Charlie #2- Alice

Rating: M

Photo prompts can be viewed here: http:/photobucket(dot)com/snippetysnippets

Thanks to Jessypt for beta'ing, but especially for her wisdom and advice.

Many thanks to Tanglingshadows for pre-reading and to my partner in crime, Ladysharkey1, for her continuous support and encouragement of everything I do.


Happy 2 for 1 Saturday! The rules for this prompt, was to take one picture and write two separate stories, without using the same characters. I'll let ya'll in on a little secret… I threw a hissy fit about it! My mind really is a one-way street, never seeing more than one story with these prompts. However, I rose to the challenge, made it happen and was the only one that stuck to the rules. LOL


Shattered #1-

"I'm fucking done!" I yelled as the familiar sight of a slumped body sitting in the corner of my front porch came into view.

Without thinking, I opened the screen door then turned to slam it shut with as much force as I could gather. The loud noise the door made as it connected with the metal frame made me wince along with the barely conscious body in front of me.

"Did you hear me, Charlie? I'm done. You knew this was your last chance, and you fucked it up." I spat out through clenched teeth.

My husband was an alcoholic, but he didn't consider his love of booze an issue. Charlie didn't seem to care that his addition was slowly destroying his life in every way possible. He refused to acknowledge that his body was deteriorating with each drop of alcohol and that any physical pain he felt was the least of his worries at that moment.

Incoherent noises started to emerge from his lifeless body as one of his eyes strained to open. Looking at him broke my heart. The shell of a person he had become wasn't the man I fell in love with, the one that had vowed to never follow in his father's footsteps with an addiction.

"Renee?" He groaned as he attempted to shift his body to a sitting position.

Rage was flowing through my veins surpassing any other emotion I was feeling. No matter how many deep breaths I took, nothing was going to calm me down or stand in the way of what I knew I needed to do. A person has limits as to how much they can handle, and I had reached mine the night before when I realized my husband wasn't coming home. When my pleas for him to give up drinking went unacknowledged, I came to terms that it would be a matter of time before they turned into threats. That was exactly what happened six months ago, the night my life changed for the better.

Charlie ran his hands through his disheveled hair as his barely opened eyes roamed around the front yard. I could see the moment he realized exactly where he was and remembered how he'd got there.

The apologetic eyes I had seen and accepted too many times looked towards me.

"What time did you get home?" I asked. After the words rolled off the tip of my tongue, I realized I already knew the answer. I was stalling the inevitable by asking such obvious question, but I needed a minute to come to terms that the end of the fiasco I had been living had arrived.

"No idea. But I figured it was best to stay out here," Charlie responded nonchalantly.

I listened for an ounce of remorse in his voice, but there was none to be found. I thought over his words as the anger continued to boil, causing my body to react on its own. I took quick strides across the creaking porch until I was towering over him.

His words made it seem as if he was doing me a favor by passing out on the porch, but in all reality, it only piled another concern on top of my already overwhelming life. He was such a selfish man, and lucky for him, in a matter of minutes he would be able to be as greedy as he wanted.

"Did you now… and why is that, Charlie? Were you doing me a favor by not waking up our sleeping child? Because God knows, you can't spend your nights tending to a colicky baby." The smell of stale beer assaulted my nose as I leaned towards him, making me want to throw up.

I had spent far too many nights of my life having that smell surrounding me, imbedded in our sheets and everything else Charlie touched after one of his binges.

"Did Bella have a bad night again?" he asked timidly.

"It doesn't matter how our night was," I answered coolly, bending down to pick up a half-empty Jever bottle that was knocked over at his feet.

Charlie eyed me with concern. I could see he was taking me seriously for once by the fear that was radiating from his worn-out body.

I deserved to speak my mind and refused to hold back my feeling any longer. When I walked through the front door to retrieve my sleeping child, I wanted to be strong and confident in my decision. It was time to start putting us first, and the only way I saw that happening was walking away, getting a fresh start away from a man who no longer considered anything but alcohol a priority.

"Let me show you how it feels to know that the man I thought would always love me and put our family first is more concerned with this damn bottle than his infant daughter and wife."

I walked down the stairs and placed the bottle on sidewalk, wanting to put some distance between us. I continued on to the tool shed we had on the side of the house, rummaging through tools quickly until I found the one that would help me blow off some steam.

By the time I had returned to the front of the house, Charlie was able to stand and was attempting to walk towards me. I laughed with disgust at the sight of his swaying body. I knew he'd never make it far enough to try and stop me.

When he saw the object in my hand, his eyes widen with fear. "What the hell do you need a sledge hammer for?"

"I told you why." And with that, I raised my arm holding the heavy tool up and then swung forward to connect with the bottle.

I closed my eyes out of protection but also because I wanted to visualize Charlie's passed out body each time I made a connection, remembering how I had to retrieve him from the bar in that state too many times to count. I wanted it etched into my brain and my heart, how it felt to lose my importance in his life. I wanted the strength to know I was making the right choice for my daughter, to ensure she'd never be in danger or have to question her place in his life.

As shattered pieces flew around me, I felt a sense of peace. I knew it would only be momentary, but I didn't mind. I allowed the flying glass to take my troubles away and permit myself to let go of each of them.

"Dammit, Renee. Are you crazy? You could get hurt! Move back!" Charlie shouted. The trepidation in his voice amused me, especially since he stayed put on the steps with his face covered.

I set the sledgehammer down with I smirk on my face then strolled past him towards the front door. As I placed my hand on the knob, I called back to him, "No need to worry if I'm hurt by the glass; the pain you've caused me is worse."

Taking a cleansing breath, I walked through the little house, giving once last glance to the things I loved about it. The yellow cabinets in the kitchen, the mismatched thrift store paintings, and the couch we'd bought with the money we'd received as wedding gifts. There was only thing I wanted to take with me, only one thing I needed – my daughter. She would be my reminder of the good things I'd shared with Charlie.

I picked my sleeping baby up from her crib, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. I whispered promises in her ear, knowing I would be the only parent she had that would see them through.

Holding Bella tight to my chest, I grabbed the two packed bags I had waiting next to the door. I scanned the living room, Charlie's domain outside of the bar, and knew there was one last thing to say, " Take care of him; you're all he's got now."

I walked out the door one last time, telling Charlie I'd be in touch when the divorce papers were ready and never looked back. Phoenix would be our home going forward, and I was ready to have it welcome us with open arms.

Shattered#2-

Laugher along with the sounds of shattering glass streamed out of the garage, taking my attention away from the magazine I was reading.

Knowing it was my brother and his idiot friends causing the noise made me dismiss my curiosity as to what they were up to at first. As the sounds became more frequent, I couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going on.

I rounded the corner, peeking into the open garage door. Inside, Emmett was standing over a row of bottles, attempting to swing at them as if he was golfing. Jasper and Edward were standing in the back, egging him on, as always.

Fools of the same feathers, flock together.

"Who says drinking does nothing for ya? Seems to me that these beers are helping us out." Emmett laughed as he tilted his head and swung the sledgehammer once again.

The shattered green glass flew in the air momentarily then fell to the ground, mixing with what seemed to be clear and brown glass.

What the hell are they doing?

"Bet Mrs. Cope would love to know that her prized pupil's art project was made out of beers we drank on the day we skipped school." Jasper laughed as he got a broom out, sweeping the shattered glass into a pile.

"Now boys… this is what I like to call recycling at its best." Edward chimed in, causing another round of laughter.

They really were idiots.

I shook my head at their stupidity and returned to something more important, the latest fashion trends. At least they had a future, not like the morons in my parents' garage.


I always wondered if there was more to the story as to why Renee left Charlie and there is no doubt he likes his beer, maybe this is how it happened. **shrugs** I do have a small follow up for this storyline that will be posting next weekend.

I'll admit, I laughed for the longest time about my Fools of the same feathers, flock together line. If you think about, it's true! LOL

Speaking of posting, going forward our schedule is going to change to only Saturday updates in order for us shift gears to concentrate on our next story. We're very excited to get started on it and can't wait to share it!

Thanks for reading!

Jadsmama