Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, so I do not own Twilight. Probably a good thing, because I suspect it would be a much darker story if it had been mine.
AN: Okay, brief note here, this chapter introduces the last truly major voice and character. The major third person voices I'm writing from are Bella, Edward, Alice, Rosalie, and Garrett. While Jasper and Emmett are both major players, their voices wouldn't really add anything to the story, so that's why I'm not writing from their perspectives. There are two reason I'm vocalizing from Garrett, one is that he's older, and writing diddy-bopper perspectives can be hard to do without some break, and two is that his perspective is going to be needed. I don't expect his chapters to be as often as the others, but they will be important.
Chapter 10
Garrett looked around the small one-bedroom apartment, trying to imagine living in such a sanitary home. It was nothing like the house he'd grown up in. The three-bedroom house he'd lived in from the time he was born had been over-full by the time he'd been old enough to remember.
By the time he was six, Vasilii was three, and Peter had just been born... and two years later, Bella had been born. Only a few weeks after her birth, his mom had taken off with some hockey player and was never seen from again.
Garrett had his suspicions that Bella was actually the hockey player's baby, but had never vocalized his concern. He wasn't certain, but suspected that their dad already knew.
After Bella had joined their family, he'd been moved into the walk-in closet of what had been the master bedroom. The somehow, over the next couple of years, changes in the sleep arrangement had led to Bella in the former master bedroom while Vasilii and Peter lived in the shoe-box referred to as a bedroom that was on the first floor.
Naturally, Charlie ended up with the sardine can bedroom across the hall from the master bedroom.
Even though living in the small house was hectic at the best of times, and downright impossible at the worst of them, generally, he loved it.
It was the only life he'd ever known.
But Bella was blossoming into a young woman, learning how to rebel and find herself all at the same time. And as she stayed up later and later, all the while gossiping louder and louder, it was beginning to get to be too much.
Garrett needed his own space.
Yet, none of the properties he'd visited so far had called to him. Truthfully, he wanted a big house. He wanted someone to love him, kids to call his own, pets to overrun the household, and more.
Not that any of that would ever happen. He didn't live in Denmark.