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Place: Taylor Garage
Date: Saturday, September 21
I now straddled the bike while studying the book, it was my father's writings; apparently my father was the kind of guy to keep a journal. He wrote about meeting my mother and when she told him about being pregnant. Any other time while reading this I'd have been crying or angry but I just felt numb, numb to everything.
I am in shock. She is pregnant…with my child. What shall I do? I ask this question but I know what I want. I want to keep the child and I shall be a wonderful father.
"So much for that, dad", I snorted and was about to close the book but a picture had fallen out the back. I picked it up and stared at it; a picture of my young mother and father embracing sat in my hand. They were wrapped tightly around one another and staring into each other's eyes with such love. They both were grinning and looked truly happy.
I sighed and shoved the picture back into the small book; I pushed it into the small box again. I looked up to see my bicycle right behind where the motorcycle had been. I stepped off the bike and went to take my bike out. My hands were on either bicycle handle and I stopped what I was doing. I looked up from my bike back to the Harley and then back to my bicycle; an idea formed in my head. "Can't be that hard to ride", I muttered leaning my bike forgotten on the wall and began to push the bike out of our garage.
I jogged back into the garage and hit the button; I had to jog back so the garage didn't close with me inside, I rolled out from under the closing garage. I wiped myself off and moved back to the bike. I straddled it again and sighed. I tried to remember how to ride a motorcycle, I had never actually drove a motorcycle; I had been on the back of one with my Uncle Jeff whom was my mom's brother.
I had stared at him for a long time while he explained to me how to actually work a motorcycle. I looked down at what would start the bike; I licked my lips which felt very dry. I slammed my foot down and the bike roared to life, it came to a soft purr after a while. I hesitated and looked around til I noticed something sticking out of the small box. I pulled out aviator sunglasses and whistled.
"At least my dad had taste", I muttered sarcastically and I slid the sunglasses on. I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the handlebar turning it a little, the engine became louder and I slid my feet off the ground. I went as slow as I could so I didn't tip the bike but made sure I was getting the hang of it. "Alright, around the block", I ordered myself and hit the gas more and the bike became louder. I zoomed down the street my hair flying behind me, my heart pounded wildly; I felt…alive.
I hadn't felt alive since Rosalie had left, I felt fresh; my heart was still broken and I felt as I had a hole where it should be but this bike ride lifted my senses. I forgot about just going around the block and found myself driving around the long roads in Forks. I was mostly thinking while I drove around, some people honked at me because I veered into other lanes to get around people faster.
I hadn't realized it but soon I was driving into the driveway of the Cullens home. My body was cold as I slid off the bike and made my way up the stairs. My hair was windswept and I slid the aviators to the top of my head. I stared at the door for a while before I went to touch my handle. I shook it a little but the door was locked, I sighed and walked over to the window. I cupped my hands over my eyes and looked into the empty home.
It was completely empty; it was like the Cullens had never existed in this world. I sighed and plopped down on the stairs; I heard a rustle and my heart began to pound. My mind screamed to run and leave so I listened to it. I slid my aviators on and I straddled the bike. I slammed my foot and the bike roared to life once again; I didn't even give myself a minute I shot off from Cullens home and made my way back into civilization.
I was hungry so I decided to get something to eat. I stopped at the nearest convenient store and when I drove into the parking lot a group of unfamiliar people stood by a van; they all looked over at me. I didn't honestly care how I looked. I slid off my bike and I noticed my dad had put into some sort of mechanism that locked the wheels unless you had the key to turn on the bike; so I locked the wheels.
"Hey, nice ride", I turned to look over at the group. There was a sea of black, reds, and greens in the group; there was five of the,. They all wore lots of black, had chains, and several piercings all over them. I stopped at the boy that had said it to me. He wore baggy black cargo pants, he had three chains on his pants, he wore a black shirt with a skull on it, his hair was a huge red Mohawks, his face had three piercings; one on his lip, one in his nose, and another on his eyebrow.
"Thanks", I muttered and went to walk into the store. I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked along the aisle of junk food. I grabbed a bag of mixed candies and several bags fell from behind it; I cursed a couple times. I bent down to pick up them up and another hand covered in a skull ring and black nail polish assisted me. I looked up find a girl with short croppy green hair; her bangs kept falling into her face so she brushed them away. A large amount of black make-up covered her eyes which made her skin look even paler. I looked down at her lips and she had a single thick line vertical line from the top of her lips to the bottom right in the middle of her lips.
"See anything you like", she grinned at me with straight white teeth. I snorted to her double meaning and stood back up her following me on that. She was only two inches shorter than me; she wore a black, v-necked tank top and a plaid green mini-skirt. "I'm Cara Thomas", she held out her hand.
"Evian Taylor", I shook it back and she nodded.
"My cousin, the one with the Mohawk, wants to know if you wanna hang", she explained rocking back and forth. I hesitated before looking out the window all of the people by the van grinning at me. The grins on their faces may have scared some people but when you went against a vampire you don't get scared of humans very quickly.
"Sure", I said nonchalantly "Let me just by some food I'm starving", I went to go to the counter but she grabbed my hand and dragged me away.
"We have food at the house, come on", I dropped the food and I was outside.
"Follow us on your bike", said the leader. I nodded and went to straddle my bike. I slid my aviators on and I looked over at Cara.
"Can I ride with you", Cara gave me a look what was supposed to be a puppy dog look.
"I guess", I muttered and she leaped on the bike with me. My shirt had rode up a little and she as she got on her thigh rubbed against my back.
"Let's go", she purred. Before I had met Rosalie I'd probably have been gasping like a fish but I felt nothing from her doing that. All I did was pull away and drive off after them.
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