Chapter One
He'd been promising me every day since I was ten that on my sixteenth birthday, I'd finally get to ride the motorcycles, more specifically the one that had belonged to her, to Bella, to the woman that he still loved to this day. Chief Swan had given it back after Bella had gone to college thinking that my father should keep it. Of course, upon getting it back my dad had pretty much proceeded to lock it up in the garage and not look at it again for a very long time. Not until I'd discovered it, that is. The first time I ever laid eyes upon the thing I couldn't have been more than five years old and it was just me and Grandpa Billy, Dad was off doing his job. I thought that since my dad was gone I could sneak past Grandpa Billy while he was making mac and cheese for lunch and go into the garage where Dad never liked to let me go. And I did manage to make it that far, in fact I had a whole ten minutes until he went to call me for lunch until he found me, but by then it was too late. I had found the motorcycles and was staring at them like they were the most amazing things I'd ever seen in my life. Yeah, I was a kid, young and impressionable.
So that night at dinner I'd grilled Dad about them and he'd just put the subject off, not wanting to talk about it. After weeks and weeks of my incessant chattering about them he finally told me why he had them and talked to me for the first time about Bella Swan. Of course it was only glimpses into who she was, a tiny bit of the other woman who I shared my father's heart with. So I'd left the subject alone for quite some time, let's say age nine until he promised me on my sixteenth birthday that I'd finally get to ride one. So there I stood watching as he wheeled them out of the garage, my brand new driver's license tucked into the pocket of my blue jeans. He smiled down at me as he pulled the motorcycle formerly belonging to Bella Swan in front of me. "Alright now, Sadie-"
"I can get on the bike without step-by-step instructions, Dad!"
He laughed and watched as I scrambled onto the bike almost knocking it over in my enthusiastic rush. With my butt planted firmly on the seat (and a brand new, shiny license uncomfortably digging in from its position in my back pocket) I reached out and grasped the handlebars in my hands. They were slightly warm to the touch from the June sun that was shining down on La Push for a change. That had to be a sign that today was going to be good. I stared intently at the ground ahead of my waiting for my father's farther instructions I had footsteps from behind us and Grandpa Billy shouting, "Jake, phone call!"
My dad was over to my grandfather and back again with the phone to his ear in no time flat. I watched him as he talked hurriedly, nodding so frequently and with so much vigor that I was afraid his head was going to snap off at any given moment. That or he'd suffer from permanents whiplash. It only took a few seconds and he was already hanging up, turning back to me with my eager eyes and anticipating smile. He didn't smile back, instead he frowned at me and I knew something was up. He'd seemed so eager to share this with me just a few moments ago. I hated whoever had been on the phone line a few seconds ago. "Listen, I gotta go, kid."
"What?!??!"
My dad seemed pretty hurt by my anger, the way that he almost always was when we fought on rare occasions. But I couldn't help it, how could he possibly walk away after my six years of waiting? "It's really important," he mumbled as an excuse and turned back towards the garage to get his car.
"This was important!" I yelled at his retreating back and I know he must have heard me, but he didn't say anything so I just sat on the motorcycle and pouted as he drove off, scowling at the forest down the road as if it was it's fault. Little did I realize that the reason he'd been pulled away was indeed in the forest.