4 Years Later:
Pathetic.
That is the only word I could think of this entire situation. The last four years, in fact, it seemed only misfortune after misfortune had happened to me.
First, both my parents died, then Phil. They died within days of each other. Charlie died in a shootout, with a perp. Both Phil and my mother died when she and Phil were out on date night.
It took me all of the energy just to get out of bed soon after that.
The Cullens had tried once again to butt into my life and help, by constantly sending me money, but it was all for naught. I didn't want their money or need it. I had enough money for the houses I sold in Forks, and Phoenix, plus the life insurance policies I had collected.
This didn't count the money I spent on all of their funerals. Or the trip I took to Forks Washington to attend the burial of my father.
All members of the La Push tribe attended the funeral, along with the Forks police department, and township.
By the end of that year, I had managed to sell the house in Jacksonville as well and moved upstate to New York.
For two years I thought that things had changed and that the misfortunes were finally over with.
Now, it seemed that I was hilariously mistaken.
Now, if you had told me a week ago that today of all days, I would walk in on my now ex-fiancee and my best friend fucking each other's brain's out in my apartment. I would have laughed in your face and thought you were ridiculous and insane.
The sad and cruel reality of this is that it is just that, undeniable.
And who do I turn to? Who do I call? I essentially had no one left to call. I was left alone once more.
Of course, the irony doesn't escape me. Even as I left my apartment, called Gabe, my ex future father in law, telling him to come to pick up his son and all of his shit from my apartment after I had knocked him out with one of my vases and grabbing Kaley by the hair and before throwing her naked ass and all of her shit out into the cold night.
I left them both outside, along with my ex's shit, and left, but not before stopping in the shoreline and flinging the engagement ring as hard as possible out into the dark body of water before walking back across the street and getting into my car.
I was angry, hurt, and disappointed. Yet here I was, driving in the night and going to drink my sorrows away.
*A Short Time Later*
"Are you done?" The bartender asked me, motioning to the empty glass I had placed in front of me.
"With this drink? Yes. But keep 'em coming, handsome. I truly need some sort of mind-numbing agent for the night." I muttered, looking down at my blinking phone screen.
"Keep calling assholes, I'll just keep ignoring you," I muttered, pressing the 'ignore' button on the screen before looking up to see the bartender place another rum and coke before me, with a cherry in it.
I let out a content sigh at the sight before plucking the red juicy cherry from the top and slowly bringing it up to my mouth.
I closed my eyes slowly, before sighing again. This is crap! All men are crap! Why did they all have to be like this! Fucking liars!
You'd think I had learned my lesson with past experiences and craptastic dating history. So, why did I fall for all of Riley's lies? Maybe it was the fact that he was sweet? Or perhaps that he was so hardworking?
Nah. It was the fact that he liked spontaneity, and I did too.
Well, I regret said spontaneity now. I should have known something was up when he asked for a threesome, and Kaley wholeheartedly agreed. The threesome? It was supposed to happen tonight.
I guess Kaley and Riley decided to start earlier, without me.
Just thinking of them together, had my blood boiling, and not in a good way.
As it turned out, moving to New York was a big mistake. I should have stayed in Florida.
At least Jo would be there for me.
Johana Harvelle, my last good friend, taught me everything I knew. How to defend myself. How to always be on the lookout. To be safe around everyone, basically.
Going as far as to help me get an anti possession tattoo, and helped me get acquainted with other hunters as well.
As it turns out the Cullens aren't the most dangerous thing out there. They were just one of many things that were willing to harm innocent people.
Anyway, the last time I heard from Jo, she was traveling alone somewhere near here. Maybe I'll catch up with her. Shit is done here. No point in sticking around.
I was tired of trying to be normal. Normal got me hurt. Maybe I should just head out.
I was so lost in thought, I hadn't realized I had crushed the glass with my drink in it.
At least not until a tall guy with dirty blonde hair and amazing green eyes staring at me worried.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned as he stared down at my bleeding palm.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." I muttered as I grabbed the small rag, to hide my hand as it slowly began to heal on its own, expelling the small shards of glass that were left in the wound.
"Miss?" He asked, concerned.
"I said don't worry about it. I'll be fine." I muttered as the bartender cleaned the mess and replaced my glass.
I sighed again, as I inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the sudden smell. The unmistakable smell of sulfur began to penetrate my nostrils heavily.
I could feel the stare of the man as he sat next to me, as I slowly scanned the room.
My eyes fell on a man with dark hair, and unmistakable yellow eyes. A malicious smile pulling on his lips.
"So, you come here often?" He asked as he sipped on his own drink.
I nodded, taking a few gulps of my drink before looking away, back in the direction of the man only to realize he is gone.
I sighed, whatever it was, he is gone now. I suppose I should start looking for somewhere else to live.
"Why the long face?" He asked again.
I suppose I should be nicer, after all, it isn't this man's fault that Riley turned out to be a complete and utter fool.
'You should have listened to me when I warned you. You can't settle down with that human, he is not worthy of you.' The familiar voice of my uncle speaks inside my head as he suddenly walks into the bar.
"Oh great. This just keeps getting better and better..." I mutter, rolling my eyes at him, before turning to look at the man.
However, before I can ask for the man's name, my uncle speaks. "Dean, where is Sam?" He asks, before looking over at me.
"Back at the hotel. We needed a few minutes apart." The handsome man said, before looking at me with a furrowed brow.
"Would you excuse us for a moment?" I asked as I felt my uncle's stare bore into the back of my head.
"Sure." He muttered with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
I sighed, as I felt any change in my mood begin to plummet as I stood and grabbed my uncle's arm and led him to the other side of the now practically empty bar.
It's been almost two years since the night he saved me, yet I refused to believe that Renee and Charles Swan were not my biological parents.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, quietly.
He smiled, smoothing down my hair before looking at my expression, "Your father sent me. I managed to hold him back and convinced him to allow me to come in his place after we realized what that Riley man was doing but it wasn't easy." He replied.
"That man is not my father. Charles Swan was my father, and he died. Four years ago." I spat at him.
"Isabella, it is not of my fault what your parents have done. Nor is it my fault that your mother chose to hide you from herself and your true father. If you are angry that she was protecting you, speak to her." Castiel replied, in a chastised tone.
"How can I when she is dead?" I muttered, turning away.
"Isabella, this isn't—" He sighed, in frustration.
"Of course not, it's nobody's fault. Right? You simply stood by and watched them do it. You let Charmeine abandon me at the stoop of Renee Higginbotham and Charles Swan, you let me live a life of hell on Earth knowing that I never belonged here in the first place! That man has never cared for me until now, and that is because I am of use to him. He needs me to pick a side. What? Has Lucifer not told you? They both are afraid, and I have yet to choose." I replied, smirking at him."Do you think me stupid enough not to see who is lying to me? Especially in this situation. I deserve at least some sort of retribution don't you think, Uncle?" I asked smiling.
He sighed again, "Isabella, this isn't the time for childish behavior or games. The time is near. You need to decide, and fast." He said before walking away from me and completely out of the bar.
I felt a brief flicker of remorse for treating him that way since he has been with me for the last four years, but I was too overwhelmed with the last twenty-four hours of my life to properly think anything through right now.
I wanted to be normal for one night. No talk about angels, or archangels. Or Armageddon.
I wanted to live a little. I wished I was really Isabella Swan daughter of Charles and Renee Swan instead of Lailah Seraphina, the only child to be birthed of angels. My life was a lie, and I hated it.
It was stupid, I know, but what else is there to feel except loss. What does one do when the life you thought you had was torn right from under you? Maybe I had overdone it these past three years but tonight would be the last night to live like this so why the hell not?
With a small roll of my head to loosen my shoulders, I took a final breath before walking back to the bar and sitting down on my previous seat.
The tall, rugged blonde man with green eyes and broad shoulders still sat there, drinking a drink similar to mine.
He turned as soon as I sat down next to him. A half lazy smile pulling on his lips.
"So, handsome, do you have a name?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
"Dean Winchester." He replied, softly.
Ah, so this is the famous Dean Winchester. Oh, this is definitely going to be good.
"So, Dean, what do you say we have some fun," I suggested, as I brought up the drink to my lips with a smile.
He shrugged but gave me a nod. "I wouldn't mind a little fun, what do you suggest we do?" He asked, curiously.
"How about we play a drinking game? Each time that bartender, over there, looks this way, we drink. First one to get drunk loses, and has to do what the other asks of them. Anything." I said smiling as the bartender looked over at me again.
"You're on, doll," he said, before we looked over at the bartender to find him staring in our direction.
We both smiled, and drank deeply.
Oh what fun this will be.