So, in this chapter, it´s going to turn out that the Cullen´s have moved from forks.
"Dad?" I walked out in the kitchen, where dad and his friends sat around the table. "Where´s mum?"
"Upstairs." I nodded, jogged across the living room and up the stairs.
"Mum?" slowly I opened the door to mum´s room. "Mum, are you in here?" I stepped into the room and walked around the bed. I could see she was awake, she had her eyes open, but as usual she was just staring, in the air. Like she didn´t see or hear anything.
" I went to the skating hall today." I sat down on the mattress, and took mum´s hand in mine. "I cut my leg on the blade on the skate. And when I was on my way to the hospital, to get it sewed. Dr. Cullen drove past. I got to follow him home. He sewed the gash, and then I got to meet his family. They were really nice." I looked down at mum again. She still looked like she didn´t hear what I was saying, she still acted like she didn´t even know I was there. I stood up again, and went downstairs.
"How was mum today?" dad asked when I came downstairs. I shrugged.
"Dad, she needs help." I said. "She really does. She´s been like this for two years now. It´s not normal."
"Don´t talk about your mum like that. She had a rough time a few years ago, and it´s not your decision to make."
"Well, I had a rough time too, but I didn´t get mental. And I really didn´t start drinking like you." Dad stood up, I knew what was coming. He took a grip of my shirt, lifted me up, held his face clothes to mine and said.
"I´ll deal with you later." He threw me down on the floor. "And you´re late, go to the basement and get us some beers."
"Yes dad." I stood up again, and rushed out of the room. Why could I never keep my big fat mouth shut. Now I would spend the whole night, serving dad and his friends, and what would happen when they´d left. I didn´t even wanna think about that.
Twelve hours later
I slowly began to open my eyes; I was on the floor in the living room. My whole body hurted, and rolled over to my left side, and lifted my head a little, looking at the big watch in the kitchen. Six am, dad´s last friend had left at about four thirty… which meant… that about one hour of unconsciousness was the only sleep I would get tonight. I sat up, slowly. Every movement was stiff and slow. I got up on my feet, and stumbled towards the wall, but I managed to stay on my feet, and limp to the bathroom. Just switching my blood- strained T-shirt to another; clean T-shirt took me more than ten minutes. Then everything went on like most mornings did for me. Check my injuries, this time it seemed like I had one big black eye, which covered about one third of my face, one broken rib, and big, soar bruises on my arms and stomach. Then, put on some clothes and make up that can cover the injuries, make soup for mum, and go upstairs. Feed her with the soup, make a sandwich for myself and then walk to the bus stop. I stood at the bus stop, eating my sandwich. It was windy and I almost shook out of cold. I tried to pull the jacket a bit closer around me, but the wind blew right through it. Oh the sweet life of Maine in November. I had just started hack turns, when the bus finally arrived and I stepped into it. Loads of people sat on the bus, so I sat down next to someone I didn´t know, I thought.
"Jamie?" I could suddenly hear from my left, and I looked at the person that I had sat down next to.
"Jamie Dylan?" she asked me.
"Yes…" I said, a bit unsecure.
"Don´t you recognize me? It´s Bonnie Taylor. You used to play with my kids when you were little, do you remember? Rosie and Mary"
"Oh yeah, yeah now I remember" I thought back when I was about six or seven years old and played hide and seek and other games with the Taylor- twins.
"Look at you" Bonnie continued. "You´ve grown so much, haven´t you?"
"Probably, I mean. I was only seven when I played with the twins, and now I´m almost seventeen."
"Yeah, time just flies away doesn´t it? Rosie and Mary now go to high school, they wanted to move to their dad in California to study there. And they´re so big now, I mean, I couldn´t make them not to."
"I heard that your mum was pregnant with a boy a few years ago. How´s he?"
"…this is my stop." I stood up and ran to get out the door when the bus stopped, actually about a mile from where I used to drop off. I knew I was gonna be late for school if I got off the bus now, but it was better than talking about… that"