DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT =[ TEAR
I woke up to the rainy clouds of Forks, Washington and a massive headache. I groaned and turned over. I opened my eyes and I as I adjusted to the sight in front of me, I did the only rational thing I could do.
I screamed.
It was one of those high, pitched cover your ears scream. Edward was sleeping next to me naked and I was in the same bed naked. You don't have to be a brain surgeon to figure what happened. His eyes snapped open when I had let out my scream. He took in his surroundings and comprehension crossed his face. He turned to me with wide eyes and opened my mouth.
But before he can even say anything, Alice and Rosalie burst through the door and their faces mirrored Edwards. From that moment I knew this was going to go very wrong. My hookup with a boy, whose sisters don't like people using them to get to their brother, does not equal our friendship lasting long.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words could form, so I snapped it shut. This movement hadn't gone unnoticed. Both girls turned to me and lets just say to describe their faces furious would be understatement.
Alice opened mouth and only two words came out, "Get out." And that is what I did. I quickly slipped on my dress, not caring if Edward saw me naked (He already did). I didn't bother strapping my shoes on, I would just carried them. I grabbed them and my clutch and started out of the room. The rest of the people in the room watched me, not saying a word.
I would rather they screamed at me. Then have this disturbing silence. I didn't bother explaining myself, because my story would have been to cliché. I was just about to open the door to the garage, when Alice and Rose called my name. I turned around cautiously.
"Why did you do it?" Alice's voice was husky with anger and sadness. It was like a knife being stabbed to my stomach.
"I g-got drunk a-and," I started my story but was cut off by Rose's booming voice. "You got drunk, Bella? Are you kidding me? That is not very original."
I knew they weren't going to believe me, so I did what my mind told me to do. I nodded and found my way to my car. As I was driving, I let the tears fall. I deserved all the pain, I got. I was the one to get drunk in the first place. But I was somewhat glad that I wasn't in their lives anymore. I wasn't ruining their image anymore. They will find friends who are worthy of sitting next to them. I pulled into my massive driveway and made my way to my house.
It was as lonely as I left it. Its moments like these that I ask why my dad bought such a big house if he rarely comes here. But that is one working of his mind, I may never understand.
I walked to my room, and saw myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place, my dress was all wrinkled, and my make up was smudged. I walked into my bathroom and took a shower and changed. On my way home, I already accepted that I had to get away from Forks. I had already called my mom after I deemed myself decent. She said that she would love to have me in Florida, but that she would rarely see me. Well that's a big change. (Note the heavy sarcasm.)
School was not a problem. I had already finished my junior year, and I would finish the rest of my credits by having a home tutor. I don't think I can handle high school anymore. I packed my bags and put them in my car. I would drive down to Florida, so I could still have my Audi. I was eager to get out of wet, greeny Forks. When I first got here, it was a new adventure for me to tackle on, but it now held depressing memories.
Once I was out of town limits, I decided to call Charlie. I pulled out my blackberry and programmed my blue tooth.
"Hello," Charlie picked up. His voice sounded like he was bored.
"Um, hey Dad, I just wanted to tell you I was going to Florida," My voice was cautious. I didn't know how he would take this.
"To visit?" He tried to sound casual, but he was failing.
"No, I am going to live there. I just can't take Forks anymore," I was still cautious. I didn't want to tell him the real reason. That would be an awkward conversation.
"Why, Bella? Is it because I am gone so much? I can work from the house more often, if you like. I could rearrange my schedule a-and…"He was ranting now. I didn't know he would take it this bad.
"No Dad its not you. I just cant take the weather in Forks." It wasn't a lie. Sometimes the rain did frustrate me.
The conversation lasted long and after finally after using my limited skills of persuasion, he gave in with absolutely no grace on his part.
It took 2 days and a half, to get to my mothers house. The cost wasn't anything my parents couldn't handle, but I still felt guilty for using the credit card. I wanted to get money on my own. The trip was tiring me out a lot and I ate twice more than I would have back home. I shrugged it off making a mental note that I would have to work out.
I pulled up to the gates to my mom's Florida mansion. It had a Spain feel to it. Overall it was nice, and really different from the Cullen Mansion. I was grateful for that. It was another reason I decided to mover here. It was very different from Forks. They had a circular driveway, so I made my way to wear the entrance was and parked my car. I stepped out of the car and immediately the big Spanish- looking doors opened to reveal my mother.
She still looked the same and had a few more wrinkle and laugh lines, but I would never tell her that. She ran up to hug me I hugged her and inhaled her scent. I missed it so much. And with that I started to cry. I just let everything that was bottled up and I cried.
My mom let me go to reach up and wipe the tears.
"Aw honey, its ok. Welcome home," she said, trying to comfort me.
I just nodded. I couldn't smile because I knew that no matter how many bad and depressing memories that are located in Forks, it will always be called home. Me and Forks had a connection.