"How many men have you kissed?"
"Very few"
"But you offered me a kiss, why?"
"Such a foolish reason i am afraid,
I just wanted to kiss you."
- Camille 1936
CHAPTER I
Rain hammered down onto the roof of the moving truck. The radio was on static, as the weather was interfering with the radio signal; as it normally was, not that I minded whatsoever. I quite enjoyed the calming patter of the rain upon the roof. As we moved further and further away from Seattle the less lights and noise of the constantly moving city there was, and more forests and tranquillity.
My father, Mathew was driving us, him, my mother and I to our new destination., Forks Washomgton. It was there where I was to be spending the rest of my foreseeable adolescence. Not that I minded of course. I always despised Seattle, the big cities full of depressed pessimistic people with mundane lives, living in an unbeknownst purgatory perhaps that is why they named it 'suiside capital of the world'.
I was blessed with the fact that both of my parents loathed the heat, so we tended to stay up north along the border with Canada.
The sound of thunder racked through the trees as the rain crashed harder onto the steel roof. I suddenly had the urge to step out of the car and just sit on the paved road, absurd I know; however it might also be therapeutic.
"Kathrine, darling"
My father spoke my mothers name with such tender affection. Sometimes it was simply impossible to be near them, their love for one another was sickening and intoxicating.
Someday deep down I hoped I could care for someone as much as my father does my mother.
When I was in elementary school kids would mention their parents were getting a divorce, I used to be so confused. I had such loving and compassionate parents who rarely ever fought, however when they did it would only be a slight disagreement over something nonsensical as one of them stacked the dishes wrong, etcetera, etcetera.
My mother looked across at him and silently gestured for him to continue
" Have you had a chance to tell Carlisle the news yet?"
At the mention of my name my head snapped away from the rain stricken window that I was vaguely observing.
"Tell Carlisle what?" I quipped, perhaps a bit too harshly at my father. He seemed to look nervous at what he was about to say. Which is strange behaviour for his normal one is loud and rather obnoxious. His hand gripped the wheel too tightly so his veins were showing and with the other hand he nervously ran it through the toughs of his platinum blonde hair.
People tended to say I looked almost identical to my father ;we both had unnaturally pale skin, platinum blonde hair and abnormally tall. I stood at 6'2 at 16. However I did have my mothers pale blue - grey eyes.
'Well Carlisle, your mother and I were thinking that maybe… maybe you could actually make some friends when we get to Forks rather than you being cooped up in your room reading the inane medical textbooks you insist you keep buying!'
I looked at him astonished that he'd actually said that outloud, of course I knew they all thought of me as an introvert, however I never assumed they were worried about me and my social life? Surely they should be proud to have a son like me, one who only concentrates on school, never stepps even an inch out of line.
My mother also looks rather shocked at my fathers rash speech and tried her very best to salvage what can be saved
'Carlisle what he means is wouldn't it be nice to meet other people than us, maybe a nice girl you could look after.'
I shook my head in disbelief at my parents. what they truly wanted in me for me, for me to settle down and care for a woman.
But isn't that what i also wanted, the way i had a loathing jealousy for all of the male protagonists in the novels in what i read. Wishing that it could be me to look after and dote on my wife, imagining what it would be like to love so deeply and irrevocably you could not think straight.
At this point we were starting to cross over the bridge connecting forks to the mainland, which was separated by what I could only guess was a river from the calming crashing noise it was making against the rocks.
The conversation stopped soon after as we were trying to find some signs to find the road with difficulty since everything was draped in darkness. The only light was coming from one house with a dimmed porch light on.
'Carlisle go be a man and knock on the door for us please and ask directions to the house please?' father asked, trying to sound polite but failed.
I smirked at my father while rolling my eyes and got out of the car breathing the fresh night air while feeling tiny water droplets on my face. In response i put my coat trench hood up to cover my hair and walked towards the lit porch,
The wooden porch was painted white with the paint peeling, revealing the brown wood beneath, I mean with this sort of weather most days I suppose it could not be helped.
I knocked on the door once and then waited for a response.
Almost immediately i heard shouting coming from what i assumed to be the upstairs bedroom
'Esme go get the door now!'
I was in total shock. Who would dare speak to any woman like that, of course i have heard about abuse and seen it first hand but its ludacris all the same. Women are here for us to cherish and to look after, not abuse and manipulate.
A second later the door opened in a rush and i was awestruck.
