My Story

Chapter 4

"How about I tell you over a burger. For you of course!" I said with a smile. "I will buy." We walked over to a McDonalds and to his objection I told him I would cover the bill. He was a growing wolf and I did expect him to be hungry, I was prepared financially for it. He bought two Big Macs, a large fry, and an ice cream Sunday. I laughed at his appetite. To not seem weird I bought a small chicken nugets and small fry for me that I would also give to him.

We sat at a table near a window and watched as people walked on by. He took a bite of his burger before asking me more.

"So what is your story?" He said as I laughed at some ketchup above his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. "Sorry, I need to learn better table manners."

"Be careful they might scare some people away worse than your smell."

"The bad manners were good when they scared most of Leah's boyfriends away. Never Sam though. Now seriously. I will keep quiet and keep the ketchup off my face."

I smiled. "Well, have you ever been to Cincinnati?"

He shook his head.

"Well, in Cincinnati I am one of the more famous ghost stories." I said laughing.

He lifted his eyebrows as he took a bite of a French fry. "So you are a beautiful vampire and a mystic ghost. You don't go to Hogwarts as well do you?"

I laughed. "No, and I am no other mythical creature. I paused. "I was born in Cincinati. I lived there with my dad a young man who owned a business that he inherited from my grandpa. My mom died when I was a week old in a car wreck, it left my dad scarred. My dad and I moved to Chicago when I was eight for a job after his business died because of the depression. One year later my dad married Christa O'Conner. His boss' secretary. He was a young father. He had me when he was 18. He thought I would need a mom. She was nice at first. Then my dad left for the war. She revealed her true nature and abused me physically and mentally. She told me I wasn't pretty and she hit me, starved me, made me do all the work around the house while she spent the little money we had on drinks. She made me steal, and lie. I was pretty good at it. Hence my talent."

"In 1944, my dad died in the war. It broke my heart. The last letter he sent me, he told me to always be the way I am. A baseball loving, braided hair, reds hat wearing, scraped knee kid. No matter what happened. When I found out he had died I took all the stuff I had and ran away while Christa was busy having a drunk fest party.

I hopped a train to Cincinnati, make a long story short, a man tried to hurt me, I ran off the back of the train and broke my neck on the railing. Carlisle found me from Alice's preminitions while they were traveling to a war hospital in Vermont. He knew I was going to die and they took me back to a hotel. I remember how they knew everything about me and I was baffled because Ed could read my mind. Carlisle had asked me my name, I tried telling it to him. He just kept calling me little one. Ed then had to tell him what my name was, so Carlisle has called me Little Tabitha ever since. I won't go into detail of the pain when he changed me. I have been this way for years now. Christa on the other hand, was seen as one of the most sympathetic people in the world in 1947 when no one could find my body after three years." I watched as he suddenly lost his appetite.

"I am sorry." he told me. He put his hand across the table touching mine. It was so warm. Mine so cold, how is it that opposites atract? What was I thinking, I just told him my whole back story.

"Don't be. Now eat, you need your energy!" I smiled.

He grabbed his burger noticing my briefness. We stayed quiet.

"I had a wonderful time." I sang as I walked in through the car door. I was very happy, I hadn't had a complete let go to someone outside of my family ever. He listened. I knew he wasn't going to say anything, he would eventually have to transform and everything would be public werewolf news. Still, it was so easy to talk to him. He found it just as easy to communicate with me. I found out my earlier preminition that he did play baseball, pitcher even. He wasn't the best of friends with his sister. She actually would forget about him. He hated pistachios and loved dark meat. We talked about everything after we had changed the subject about my transformation. Everything, but the fact we were mythical creatures and anyone involved with that. It made me feel human again, it gave me human feelings too. I had never felt that way ever before. My happiness was not so eagerly responded by Alice who was driving her new Porch to pick me up, the hour drive made it like midnight. I thought she would be happy I had a great time and that she had a new Porch. "What is wrong?"

"Bella snuck out today, as you must have seen." She said with depression clouding her voice. I had forgotten that.

"Oh, yeah, I kinda got carried away that I forgot, I am so sorry." I told her with dissapoinment.

She seemed preoccupied as she spoke again. "Why was there a wherewolf with your group?"

"He is friends with some of the kids in the group." I wasn't lieing.

"Oh, how did that go then?" She asked.

"We had a mutual compromise." Once again, not lieing. I don't like lies.