Oh yea, These are Cannon Couples, by the way.
Chapter 2: Rosalie
Rosalie's POV:
"How much is here?" I asked, flipping through the bills as I sat on the trashed bed in my underwear.
"Five hundred."
"That's it?" I snapped, my eyes narrowing into a horrifying glare, directed at the man.
"What'd you expect? You're underage." He said, grinning smugly.
"Fuck you, cheapskate." I said, jumping off of the bed and quickly sliding my jeans on, and my shirt. I continued walking around the motel room, picking up my belongings.
"You already did." He grinned. I slipped on my heels.
"Thanks for the reminder. Now remind me not to do it again." I snapped, slamming the door behind me as I left. My stilettos clicked against the hard floor as I exited the motel, and walking towards my BMW. I sighed as I tucked the money into my purse. It would get us through…another day.
Another day, another bill, another job.
That's how it was, since he left us. I can remember the day perfectly…
I heard my mother's screams from downstairs.
"You can't do this! What are we supposed to do?"
"I don't give a shit!" my father screamed.
"ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LEAVE YOUR DAUGHTER?" she screamed, and I heard plates breaking. I walked out of my room and stood at the top of the stairs as I watched my parents fight.
"Why should I care?" he said, and then walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He left us with nothing.
She didn't have a job. She really couldn't, considering she never graduated High School, and her record for all of the shit she's done. It was my job to keep everything up.
I didn't have any other clothes with me, which meant I would be wearing my cheerleading outfit to school again. I sighed as I started the car and started driving towards the high school. Forks High School.