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A Hard Day's Night
Future Outtake
Tanya's Point of View
Four Years Later
I don't know how my life went from having everything to nothing with a snap of a finger. As I was working on packing up the place I had called home these past four years, I thought about my family—my real family.
Growing up, I knew my parents always loved me and my brother equally, but once I got to high school, things changed. I knew how horribly I acted toward my family, but I continued to do it.
I remember the day I saw Demetri in the green halls of Forks High School. He had grown up that summer; he had muscles, and wasn't the short guy anymore. He was the definition of gorgeous. Demetri's popularity was due to his family's wealth—and the fact that his dad was a mayor of Forks. I didn't come from money and had to work really hard to get Demetri to notice me.
I tried out for the cheer team and worked my way up to become captain. Demetri noticed me one night after a football game and he asked me on a date, and that's when my attitude really started. I had to act like a bitch in order to stay the Queen Bee of the school, and I loved the attention. Guys fawned over me; girls were jealous and wanted to be me.
It was great, but being the Queen Bee came with a price. I had to have the top of the line clothes, I had to talk like I was more superior than others, and I had to pretend that my parents were horrible for not providing me those things.
As much as my parents believed I hated them, in reality I didn't. I always felt awful when my father would yell at me or when my mother's face fell when I said something bad. They had given up a lot to have me at such a young age, and I was nothing but a spoiled brat. I had to make it seem that way to my friends and fellow classmates. It was hard going to school with young parents; all the boys talked about "fucking" my mother and the girls swooned over my father. It was disgusting to me because they were my parents.
Then there was Masen. As much as he got on my nerves sometimes, he really was a great brother. I was such a bitch to him. In high school having a social life with my friends was more important than my family. I learned the hard way, once I learned why people were really my friend. The saying "friends come and go, but family is forever", is something I now strongly believe.
Things started off great after graduation, aside from the guilt I had over the things I said to my mother. After saying cruel things about them for so many years, Demetri and I traveled around the world for three months, before starting school in the fall.
We lived in a one bedroom apartment, and everything was perfect. I was on the cheer squad and he was on the football team. He was amazing on the field. Then after the games we would usually go to a party or have one at our place. It was fun and all for the first year, but then it started getting old. That was all Demetri wanted to do, and I played along, because I was worried about what would happen if I said no. After all, his parents paid my tuition and my rent at his house. Unlike my parents, they told me I didn't need to get a job.
I absolutely loved living in California. We were close to the warm beaches, we could walk to the stores, and I could wear tank tops and sandals year-round. There were so many people in San Diego, and not everyone knew your business— unlike in Forks, Washington.
During my third year of college things started to become rockier in my relationship with Demetri. He called me a gold digger because I was living off of him, so I showed him that I could pitch my own. I looked for a job and found an opening at Starbucks. The best part of my job was that my co-workers knew the real me, not the person I pretended to be.
Demetri didn't like that I wasn't dependent on him anymore. So, in return he was rarely ever home and partied big time.
My senior year at San Diego State University was my toughest year. I had yet to contact my parents. I ignored every email. I would write letters to my parents letting them know how I was doing, but I never mailed them. The only person I talked to in my family was my Aunt Vanessa. She could talk to me without judging me, and I always felt like she understood me. But, by my senior year I had stopped contacting her.
Toward the end of my senior year, Demetri and I had another pregnancy scare. He didn't want a baby, and he left the night I told him I thought I was pregnant. He came back the next morning with red lipstick on his face and brushed me off when I questioned him about it. That was our downfall. It was a recurring thing, every night he would be out and the next morning he would show up half clothed and smelling like a woman's perfume.
It broke my heart, because I really did love him. The more he cheated on me, the more numb I became. I didn't think I could contact my parents; they wouldn't want anything to do with me, right?
The day I found out I wasn't pregnant was one of the best days of my life. I quickly went back to the apartment to tell Demetri the good news, but instead I found him fucking two of my closest friends. They all looked unashamed, and I had had enough. I threw whatever I could find at them—lamps, remotes, vases.
I packed my things and left him. Luckily one of my co-workers let me move in with her for the last month of school. I threw myself into school and work. Once graduation was over, Demetri pulled me aside to talk to me.
I watched all the parents as they congratulated their children for graduating college. It was hard for me to watch them, all these families so happy, while I stood there alone with no family present, because I made sure that they didn't come down.
Walking away from the happy scene, I decided it was time to leave. "Hey, Tanya, wait up a second," Demetri called.
That was strange; he hadn't talk to me in a month. I turned toward him, waiting for him to say something.
"Hey, I thought we could talk for a second," he said.
He still looked gorgeous as ever, but I wasn't quite fooled by his looks anymore. "You already established the second thing. What do you want?" I asked snidely.
Looking a little taken aback, he replied. "I just wanted to say, I'm moving to New York. I know we haven't really spoken that much since that little run-in with the girls, but you know."
"So you are going to New York. Congratulations." I smiled and went to turn around, but his hand stopped me.
"Wait!" he paused. "Look, the business I am going into…you would be the perfect wife. I always thought that about you." He combed his fingers through my hair, making me flinch.
"All you would have to do is sit at home and organize high class parties while I am out making the dough. You are great eye candy." He winked.
"You are a disgusting pig!" I screamed.
"Oh come on, did you really think I loved you, Tanya?" he asked me disbelievingly.
"Once upon a time I did, but not anymore. I'm not as naïve as you think I am," I snapped.
"Really?" he asked. "Tanya, I was only dating you because we looked good together, plus your mother is hot and I thought dating you, maybe I could get a sneak at her goodies." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded.
"Tanya, you're not a very bright girl. I wanted to be with you for your looks. You have nothing else to offer me. You acted like a perfect bitch in high school, and you didn't even realize how everyone took pity on you. You remember your best friends Irina and Carmen?" he asked.
I nodded my head slightly. "They were great fucks, just like you were. Such great friends weren't they, fucking your boyfriend once a week." He laughed.
"So, what do you say? You can be my wife in the public, but in private you do what a wife should be doing, while I am out getting manly needs from strippers."
I shoved his vile hands away from me. "You are such an asshole, Demetri Volturi. I hope you fall in love with someone someday and they crush your heart. Stay the hell away from me and my family." I spat and ran away from him.
I got a little bit too drunk that night with my roommate, Maria. We had a little bonfire to cleanse ourselves of Demetri and her ex-boyfriends, dumping anything that we had received or saved from them. I felt like a big weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.
However, Demetri would be in the back of my mind for the rest of my life because of that stupid tattoo I got. I definitely should have listened to my parents about that. It would always be a permanent reminder of my stupidity.
After everything that I had done the past year, the hardest part was making the decision to move— to move back home—if my parents let me. Maria was the one who encouraged me to move back home and try to make things right with my parents. So I took her advice and bought a one way plane ticket to Port Angeles, Washington.
My heart was pounding so hard in my chest during the flight. Throughout it I went through different scenarios. Would my parents be happy to see me? Would they recognize me? I hadn't changed that much to become unrecognizable. It really hoped that they would let me come home, even if they set certain terms. I would comply with them.
I was able to get a rental car, and drove down the familiar, dreary streets. As much as I loved San Diego, nothing beats Forks, because this was where my home is, with my family.
When I pulled into the driveway, I stared at the house. It looked better with a recent paint job, but other than that it looked the same. Walking up to the porch, I stopped, watching the scene play out in front of me.
There they were, my parents laughing with one another as she scooped ice cream. My dad was probably trying to bribe her in another scoop for himself. My father always had a big sweet tooth. Masen came into the room and my parents both looked like a couple of kids getting in trouble. I don't know what he said, but it made my parents laugh even harder.
I watched them go and back and forth, until my feet led me up the remaining steps. Taking a deep breath, I managed to get the courage to knock on the door. Thirty seconds later, the door opened revealing my mother.
She stared at me in shock and shook her head as if trying to see if I was real or not. "Mom," I whimpered as tears ran down my face.
She still looked the same as she did four years ago, except she had lost some weight. "Tanya," she choked.
I dropped my suitcase on the porch before throwing myself at her. "I'm so sorry," I repeatedly cried.
She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly to her body as she whispered. "It's okay."
Stepping inside my childhood home, I knew that things wouldn't go back to the way they once were. We would have to have a big talk, and I would tell my family everything. Hopefully they could forgive me someday, because they really were the best parents in the world. And I would spend the rest of my life showing them how much they meant to me.
This was the last chapter.
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