Chapter Four

Facing the Facts

I was freaking out. Too many stuff were happening!
"Dad?" I asked, panicked.
This wasn't supposed to happen, this was not part of the plan! How the heck did he reach me?
"Your mom told me." He replied as if reading my mind. "You need to come home right now!"
"Why?" I asked, slightly annoyed. I then noticed my tone sounded whiney, so I decided to calm down for a minute.
"Young lady! You need to get back here right now!" His tone sounded serious, but I could hear the begging and pleading.
"No, dad. I'm going to be a legal adult next year anyways." I pointed out.
"But it's not next year yet!" He said, exasperated.
"No, it's not." I agreed. "But doesn't mom have part custody over me?"
He paused for a minute and sighed. "You were always the one to find someway to get what you wanted."
"Face the facts, Dad. Not what I wanted… It's what I need. This place is amazing…" I told him. "I wish you could come and visit."
"So do I, but all the stuff happening here right now. I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll try to visit some time." He said, making a promise.
"I love you, Daddy." I said, I really missed him right now, but not enough to get out of this place and leave Yuuki and my mom.
"I love you too, sweetheart. Remember, you'll always be…—" He started.
"Daddy's little girl." We said in unison. I could hear him laugh a bit, and that made me smile.
"Goodbye sweetie." He said, his voice breaking a bit on the first word. Goodbye is one of the hardest things we could say.
"Goodbye is forever, Daddy. Don't forget that." I said reminding him. "I'll see you later."
This always made my Dad feel better every time I said that. I heard the dial tone, so I put the phone down onto the receiver.
"You miss him, huh?" Yuuki asked me when I took a bite out of my cookie. "This is all my fault then, right? I'm the bad guy, kidnapping you to come with me, eh?"
"No!" I denied. "You are so not the bad guy! Nothing is your fault! I was willing to go. It's not your fault, promise me you'll never say that again."
"I promise I won't say it… that doesn't mean I won't think it." She murmured the last part.
Of course with my awesome hearing, I heard it. "Ugh. Whatever."
The microwave started to beep, informing us that the raviolis were done.
"Here you go." Yuuki said, handing me the little bowl. She still sounded guilty, and looked like she committed a crime.
"Sheesh, it was my choice. Not yours. Even if you threatened to not be my friend anymore, I would've still came. Even if you threatened me with a flamethrower or a tank, I still would've came." I said to her.
"Sure. Whatever." She replied, walking into the living room where the T.V. was.
I sighed then followed right after her. "You know what?"
She turned to me in curiosity.
"I was wondering…why the heck did they take it?" I knew that Yuuki knew that I was referring to the book, and the Cullens.
"I don't know…Maybe because they want to help us?" Yuuki suggested.
"Also, they barely talk to anybody but themselves at school." I had pointed out. "They could've chosen a bunch of other people, besides us, as their partners. What did they go ahead and do? They chose us. Why?"
"…Our charm?" Yuuki said. Suddenly we had burst out into a fit of laughter. "Sorry, I said that, it was a bit dorky." She added.
"That's how you're known, for your dorkiness…" I said to her, smiling a crooked smile.
"Dorkiness is not a word." She frowned. "At least I know that. You're the walking thesaurus."
I laughed out loud. "Dude, it's dictionary. When you know all the words."
"…whatever." She mumbled as she took some more bites of ravioli. "'Only the rich meaty sauce of Chef Boyardee can tame the beast in you.'" She quoted, taking a piece with a loud slurp.
"Okay. I'm gonna go ahead and start reading again." I said, walking toward our room. Towards the book, suddenly I remembered what happened to me before. The spazz attack. I'm not sure if I wanted that to happen again, but I had promised Yuuki that I would read it.
I sighed and stared at the book, wondering if I should read it just yet. Once again, I promised Yuuki, and I like to keep my promises, so I had went ahead and picked up the book.
I started where I had left off:

The numbers she has said were rumored to be the dates of the arrival of the 21st century (the only numbers she could've gotten), and that there will be only one twilight for every century in the whole world. Though, during the 21st century…two Twilights will show. The numbers the psychic repeated were: ten, sixteen, twenty-three, and nine—
Though, nobody has any proof of it yet, and no one knows of the correct timing. The psychic may be considered not to be trusted, for she has gone to an asylum before. An asylum is a mental hospital for incompetent or unbalanced people.
More information about the psychic – Page 243.
Though, one of the twilight angels (heard from the psychic) had already died a curious death during the 19th century.
Light angels were known for their healing and cleansing.
Dark angels were known for their mind control and demonic ruling.
Twilight angels had a bit of both. Hence the name, Twilight.
What ever angel part dominated them the most (light or dark) would be able to be identified through the color of their eyes.
Light angels were to have fair hair. Light, soft, and kind blue eyes, without any kind of intensity at all.
Dark angels would have jet-black hair. Their eyes would be pitch black, with a great intensity.
Twilight angels would be able to have a mixture.
Their appearances could be one reason of how they are spotted. By their beauty. In the moonlight, their skin has a soft glow to it, but not to be noticed by humans as 'unnatural'.

I stopped reading from there. My eyes were getting tired from the information I was already taking in. I could glow in the moonlight? Amazing, truly amazing. What about wings? Do we get those? Important questions that I hope to get answered tomorrow.

I looked outside the window to see the sun perched across the horizon. I guess the raining and cloudiness stops now. I sighed to myself, remembering the sunny days and beautiful nights of Spring, Texas. I lived right by the lake in my subdivision. Memories were crashing down into the depths of my mind.

I remember walking through the halls of my two-story home. Paintings were hanging from the walls. The majority of them were paintings that my mother made while she took art in college. That's when my parents had first met.

Another time was when I finally made a promise that for a week, I would wake up early enough to see the sunrise. I wanted to do it for the rest of my days, but I got too lazy.

More memories were overwhelming me as I laid in a more comfortable way on my bed. I sighed to myself, and yawned right afterwards. Tears were flowing through, and I thought it was because of the yawn. I finally figured out it was because I had left my home, the home I grown to love and finally settled into. Though, most of my home is with me now. My mother, my (newly found, and old) friends, the weather… Almost everything is agreeing to what I want now. Most people would want more. I guess I'm just one of those people who have what they want, and want what they have.

I had three-fourths of my life with me now. My father was the one-fourth I had been missing. As the tears slipped out, I realized that my life wasn't in fourths anymore…

It was in fifths.

I began to realized that I was to find that 'perfect soul mate' of mine. Tears flowed faster than it had before… It would be harder to have a relationship to the fact that I'm not human. When I thought of soul mate while I was a child, I began to think of a Happy Fairy-Tale Ending. With a large wedding, everything centered around me.

That was when I was younger. I now know that love doesn't have a happy ending… because it doesn't end. This was going to be a lot more work that I had hoped for. Fulfilling my parents' wishes of finishing school, working to find more about angels, staying connected with friends, and finding that one person for me.

I noticed that I was drowned in my memories because I noticed that Yuuki was now in the room. She had her pajamas on, and her eyelids were drooping. "Turn off the light…" She groaned.

I laughed. I changed into my pajamas, and turned off the lights.

The dream awaiting me was too much to handle.