As expected, the affluent Cullens live in a Victorian Mansion with the rest of their family. Esme explained that the others were hunting deer and could not have the pleasure of meeting me. I almost wanted to laugh at her face, because I have become as quiet as a shadow. The ride of the mansion was far from enjoyable for obvious reasons. First, Edward was seated next to me spend the whole time wither staring out the window with a wistful look or staring at me like a cat would to a mouse. Also, Esme constantly asked me question after question about my life looking behind me from her shotgun seat and I started to become more annoyed, against my better judgement.
"Did you have any pets growing up?"
"No,"
"What did you like most about school?"
"The library,"
"What is your favorite subject?"
"English,"
"How old were you when your mother passed away?"
"Eight and she was killed,"
"I am so sorry," said Esme as she reached her icy yet well manicured hand towards me. I avoid the pale hand and mentally yelled at her to stop saying sorry. That word was what everyone said after my parents died. Sorry this, sorry that. The only reason they said that was to make themselves feel better about the situation. A dedicated police officer and his wife are dead, and left a poor teenage boy to the cruel world. The only person who never said that damn word was Mrs. Reed, and that made me respect her even more. As a fellow orphan, she knows how annoying people saying sorry can be.
"Don't back away from my mother," snapped a velvet voice on my left as I turned to my opponent. Edward was now glaring at me with his golden eyes and did not notice me staring at them wiith interest. Maybe it was the light, or I could have sworn they became much darker.
"Edward. You will behave. Roy has suffered a tragedy and needs time to adapt to his new world," said Dr. Cullen and for the first time instead of warmth and pleasantness, there was anger. I glared back at Edward and the rest of the ride went on Esme talking about the rest of the Cullen clan. There were Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, Bella, and finally Renesme, which perked my interest. Renesme consist of two names, which is rare, Rene and Esme. She is Edward and Isabella's daughter and about twelve years old. Hooray, I am not the youngest. Emmett was a musclebound jock with a funny attitude towards even the most serious of matters and he was dating Rosalie, with the looks of a siren. Apparently, she was adopted by the Cullens after her father raped and disowned her. The blood went to my face at the thought of meeting a survivor and hearing the word rape. After Mother died, Father became bloodthirsty and when he found the bastard... well it wasn't pretty. In fact, he was almost fired on the spot, but avoided it thanks to his previously clean record.
Finally, the remaining Cullens were Alice and Jasper who were considered polar opposites. Alice was a happy-go-lucky shopaholic who could turn even the most cynical of people happy. Interestingly, she had a knack for knowing too much like Edward, and had hilarious chess matches with him. Jasper was a quiet individual who was considered the most aggressive of the Cullens and had the fighting skills to defeat Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee blindfolded. Finally, someone I can test my skills against. I have been aching to release some aggression after Father's death and looks like Jasper is the perfect candidate.
I saw the mansion coming into view, and become nervous as the thought of meeting an entire family of mysterious people that Father spoke highly off back home. Home. Where I played piano after school with Celena and Father. Walking through the school halls and talking about books with her. And hearing exaggerated stories from Father of his time in the army and an officer of the law. I ceased the fabulous daydream and told myself that this glorious white mansion was my new home. The car stopped and as I got out, I took in a deep Washington breath and laid my first foot on Forks soil. And just like that, it started to rain and we all ran into mansion with my luggage. It seemed even the sky was mourning Father.