Summary: Edward has been unmanageable for years and his home situation has gotten out of hand. Eventually, social services finds him a new home with his aunt and uncle. But is a change of scenery really what's needed for a change of heart?

Saints and Angels

Chapter 2

I had turned off my ipod and heard my uncle enter the house behind me, closing the door. He came to stand behind me and then nobody seemed to move anymore. Everyone was waiting, either for some kind of sign it was okay to move or for someone else to make that first move to introduction. Well, I'd be damned if it were me and I took the time to study the rest of the family.

My aunt was a small, slender woman. Waves of soft, caramel-coloured hair framed her heart-shaped face. She was beautiful, I'd have to give her that. Her features were soft and she wore a warm and open expression on her face. Just the kind that made me feel like the person wearing it pitied me and I hated them all for it. The most astonishing about her, however, was the guy standing next to her.

He was tall, competing with his father to the claim of tallest in the house and he had enough muscles on him to blend into a crowd of weight lifters. His hair was short and dark, though not short enough to hide the hint of a curl in them. It was hard to believe that such a petite woman could mother such a bear of a son.

Last was a pixielike girl. Her short black hair stuck out in every direction and her eyes danced with little lights in them. She was build just like her mother, short and slender. If someone would pass them on the street, no one would be able to guess the guy was actually her brother. They were so different. The thing about the girl that caught my eye, was that she wasn't standing still, nor was she really moving either. It was as if she was bouncing on the spot with excess energy. Kinda like those energizer bunnies that go on and on and on. She gave me the impression that she would've pounced on me the moment I walked through the door, had she been allowed to.

After a few more moments of silence, my uncle decided to take the lead and make the first move. 'Edward, these are Emmett, Alice and your aunt Esme.'

The bear quickly flashed me a toothy smile, the energizer bunny gave a little wave and Esme gave me a more tentative smile, though still just as warm and open as her expression. I just glared back at them. What were they expecting? That I'd burst out in tears, hug them and tell them how happy I was to be here?

'How was your flight?' Esme asked after an awkward moment of silence. Something in her voice made me answer, although reluctantly.

'Fine I guess,' I grumbled. What did it matter anyway? I hadn't wanted to be on that flight in the first place. So what did I care if the flight had been good, bad or dropped out of the air? My stomach choose that moment to grumble again.

'Oh, you haven't had dinner yet,' she smiled. It was more a statement than a question. 'I'll fix you something. Just follow me.'

I wanted to tell her to just show me my room and leave me the hell alone. But I had to admit, I really was hungry and food sounded like a plan. I had learned never to decline food when offered. The presence of food back home was a rare occurrence. Mostly because halfway through the month the money wasn't there to buy any.

In the kitchen she motioned for me to sit down at the counter. She started bustling around, pulling open cupboards and taking out seemingly random stuff. 'Oh, I'd almost forgot,' she spoke suddenly and looked at me over her shoulder. 'Is there anything you don't like or are allergic to?'

I had to think about that answer for a bit. No one had ever asked that question before, so I didn't have an answer ready. 'I guess I'm not really a fan of unions and raisins,' I pondered out loud. 'And I'm allergic to blue berries.'

'Thank you,' she smiled and pulled open the fridge door. 'Um, let's see... how about... some mac and cheese?'

I shrugged in reply. Food was food and would always be food. My aunt started on her cooking and I took the time to study my surroundings. The kitchen was spotless and decorated in light neutral colours. Just like the living-room had been, actually. Not a thing was out of place and the only thing standing it, yet still perfectly blending in, was the black stone countertop.

The contrast to the house back home was stunning. The cleanness bothered me. No house people lived in should be allowed to be this clean. Were these people obsessive compulsive or something?

It seemed like no time at all before the mac and cheese was placed in front of me. I was more than a little uncomfortable with the way she looked at me expectantly as I took a bite. If I wasn't so damn hungry, I would've probably refused to eat. I mean, come one people, move along. Nothing to see here. The monkeys are in the zoo.

I took a tentative bite. I had to admit it was the best mac and cheese I've ever had. A smile broke out on Esme's face as she watched me wolf down the food she made me. Okay, I'll admit this was the first slightly decent meal I've had in a while. But that fact didn't mean I have to like being here. So they just happen to be feeding me, big deal. Sooner or later they'd realise I wasn't worth the time and effort, everyone always did.

Within no time at all I finished my food. Esme took the dished from in front of me and placed them in the sink. Then she turned back to me with a small smile. 'Come on, I'll show you your room,' she told me.

Numbly I got up and followed her. There was no use fighting at this point and I was desperate for to be alone. As we walked up the stairs she pointed to other rooms to me. I got a small peek into Carlisle's office as we passed. He was sitting at his desk, completely engrossed in a book lying in front of him.

I was surprised when she led me up another flight of stairs. Without looking around she started talking again. 'I figured you'd might like a little bit more privacy. Only Emmet hogs a room on this floor, the others are mostly guestrooms,' she explained.

I couldn't help the slight gasp from escaping and almost didn't hear what Esme was saying. 'It's not much, since it used to be a guestroom. But you can consider it yours now. It's like a blank canvas you can put your own mark on,' she was smiling at me. 'If there's anything that needs to be done to it, just let us know. We didn't have much time to do anything to it other than buying the covers and desk.'

The walls were decorated a warm, but still neutral colour and the floor was covered in a thick golden carpet. The room was faced south, with a wall-sized window. From it I could spot a winding river and across it miles upon miles of untouched forest of the Olympic Mountain range. Against the wall opposite of the window stood a large king size bed with deep, dark blue covers, two matching pillows and several decorative pillows in various lighter shades of blue, though all still dark.

A desk was placed against the wall between the window and the door. At the opposite side of the room stood a large and comfortable looking black leather sofa against the wall. On either side of the bed was a door and on the other side of the door into the room, mirroring the position of the desk, was a dresser.

'The door on this side is a closet, the other is the bathroom,' Esme told me. 'We've arranged that you won't start school until Monday, so you can settle in a little first. Emmett already brought your bag up. Just let us know if there's anything you need. Oh and Edward,' her small warm hand on my shoulder surprised me. 'I'm glad you're here.'

She gave my shoulder a slight squeeze before leaving and closing the door behind her. I stood completely still, just taking in my surroundings. I just now noticed my bag sitting on the bed. It looked so out of place in this room.

I didn't really feel like unpacking my clothes, but living out of a suitcase was even less desirable. Reluctantly I picked up my bag and opened the closet door. My bag slipped from my fingers and hit the ground with a soft thud. Fuck! This wasn't a closet, it was a bloody room on its own. I know it really shouldn't surprise me, but I wasn't exactly prepared either.

Slowly I started moving again and put my clothes away in the closet and dresser. It looked pathetic when I finished, hardly taking up any space at all. With a sigh I closed the door on the sorry sight and picked up the few personal hygiene items I owned to place them in the bathroom.

This time I nearly cursed out loud. The freaking bathroom was roughly the size of my room back home! It held a big corner bath that could easily fit two, maybe even three, people, a separate shower cubical, a spacious counter with wash table, toilet and a large open closet stuffed with fluffy white towels in different sizes and a mountain of washcloths. Against one wall a heated towel rack was fitted and a hamper stood next to it.

I could see just how out of place I was here. I wondered how long it would take them to see and send me back.

I stomped back into the bedroom and threw myself onto the bed. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what my friends back home were doing right now. Did they even think of me? I just now remembered my ex-girlfriend Tanya. She had been placed into foster care two years ago. I had claimed to be madly in love with her, but now I realised I hadn't spared a single thought on her since I last saw her. And she was never mentioned again. Was it the same with me?

I don't know how much time passed as I lay there, but slowly I nodded off to sleep, not bothering to change and get under the covers. Or even take off my shoes for that matter. I just... didn't care anymore.

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