This Chapter has been edited from its original. I dont own anything twilight,S.M. does. Enjoy!
Chapter One - September 13, 2012: Anberliegh
Well I'm going home, back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from, no I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I've choose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home, well I'm going home
Home By: Daughtry
I pulled on my jeans and glanced over my shoulder at the sleeping man on the bed for a few seconds. He was very handsome, in that rock star on the rise sort of way. Maybe because that is what he is. His last single has been number one on a lot of charts for weeks. People were starting to recognize him on the streets, and he was ready to start his life… With me. I was not one to have ties, and he wanted the biggest tie of all. I sighed as I started toward the door. I grabbed my guitar and put it in its case, but before I shut the lid I ran my fingers along the front. My guitar was the only thing that I kept with me. I slung my case over my shoulder and went over to the coffee table. I pulled out a letter from my pocket and set it in the middle of the table, along with a shiny silver ring. Walking out, I shut the door as quietly as I could, then locked the door and slid the key under.
I left, left the apartment, the building, the city, and his life. This was not the first time that I had done this, nor would it be the last.
I walked until the sun was up, and the highway was busy with vehicles. I had no clue where I was going, but then again I never did. I didn't know when I left New York, but somehow I ended up here in Florida. I thought about going back home. Not home to the musician, who was now waking up expecting to see the still sleeping form of his fiancé, but instead a note explaining that I could not marry him. He would be upset, but he knew it was a possibility. I told him the first night we met that I was not the wedding type. Instead, I could go home to my family. They weren't related to me in any way, but they were the only people who I could trust. In the back of my mind though, I knew I shouldn't go home. I knew he would be there. He was still upset with me because of when I left last time. He should be mad, and he should get over me. I was not his forever. She was out there; right now she was getting ready to celebrate her birthday. He didn't even know who she was yet. How did I know that? Well it was one of my "talents" so to speak, and I wasn't human
Just then a truck pulled over. "Hey girl, you need a ride?" An attractive man asked.
"Yes I do, boy," I told him smiling.
"Where are you headed?" He asked dropping his sunglasses down his nose to look at me as I climbed into his truck, and I got a glimpse of dark brown eyes.
"Seattle," I replied. Seattle! Did I really just say Seattle.
"From Orlando?" He asked confused.
"Ya. I know people out there," I said as I looked out the front window.
"Well I am headed to Atlanta, so you are welcome to ride with me until then." He told me flashing another one of his scruffy, rugged, sexy smile. "By the way I am Chris."
"Name's Anberliegh," I said and smiled again.
Seattle. Seattle. I was going to Seattle for the first time in years. I was going home. To my family, the Cullen's. To him.
It took me a few days to actually get to Seattle. Hitchhiking may be the least expensive way to travel (Not that money was a problem for me), but it was time consuming. I enjoyed the people I met, and I wasn't exactly worried about being murdered. When I got there I went to my old apartment. It did pay off to have a living space in a few different towns, under a few different names, it made so I could disappear. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. A small hallway greeted me. The first door on the right was the kitchen; on the left was a dining room. Go straight and you end up in the living room, where I was standing now. A second hallway led you past a bathroom, guest room, and into the master bedroom. The apartment was fully furnished, but I had no clothes or food. Looking at the clock, I decided that it was a good time to go shopping.
I picked up a few flyers along the way to the store for jobs, since I would be here a while before the Cullen's even moved to Washington. I wouldn't see them for a while, but already this rainy place felt like home. I smiled at myself and walked into the store, picking up another flyer for a needed drummer in a band. I couldn't believe I was going to see them again, it had been years. Actually 66 years since I last saw any of them. Only a few more months before my family and I would be in the same state, a year before the girl would move here, and two years before I would see them.