I was just fuming. The last thing I needed was them doing this. It hurt so deeply that they didn't trust me. I was responsible. But they didn't see that.
"Rennesmee." My dad's voice came from the stairwell.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed. Couldn't they get the hint? I needed them to go away for a while. To just give me a break for like one second.
"We'll go shortly if that's what you want." I didn't regret yelling at him. Which isn't the best quality, but I didn't give a damn at that moment.
~Later~
I woke up from the endless time of isolation, that I had so craved earlier. It was dark again outside, but I didn't need sleep anymore.
I was starving. I hadn't eaten all day, so my stomach was empty.
They had left earlier at my request, and went to Seattle. What they were going to do there, I had no idea, but they were gone, and I was happy.
My brain was racking with all of my thought's of anger and depression at their lack of trust. I was smarter than they were giving me credit for.
I wanted to take advantage of my privacy, but what could I do. Then I realized that now sitting on my bed side table, were the documents.
I picked up the rectangle ID, and stared at it for a few seconds before I came up with my great idea.
If they wanted to not trust me, then why not give them exactly that? I grab my ID and drivers license and ran to my window. My car was parked right outside, and rather than risk getting caught, I went for the easy escape route.
Once I was in my car, I was on the highway and headed for the first place I could think of. I was twenty-one right, so as celebration, I was going to get my self a drink. A real drink, maybe even straight from the bottle.
I pulled up to the small liquor store and got slowly out of my car. The more mature I acted here, the more I could get away with buying.
I walked inside and saw the young clerk staring at me. He looked maybe twenty-four, and was obviously attracted to me.
"Excuse me." I walked over to the counter, and could see him squirming in his seat.
"Uh.... yes.." He stuttered.
"What would you suggest is the best kind of," I paused, "drink for a celebration?" How was I supposed to know anything about drinking anyways? My parents didn't drink, well they drank something else, but I thought asking him would give us both satisfaction.
"Um," He turned around and looked through a few boxes. When he finally turned back, he had a small piece of paper in his hands. "I would suggest Baileys. And they're on sale." He handed me the small coupon.
"Thank you." I started to walk towards the back of the store and noticed the bottle on a small shelf. It looked nice, even for a drink on sale. I grabbed a bottle and walked back to the counter.
"That'll be 24.99." I handed him the money and he handed me the Baileys.
Once I had left the store, I drove down the the beach. It was night so there was no one there.
I grabbed my Baileys and headed for the quiet spot over by the trees.
I flipped off my shoes, and dangled my feet in the water, while opening the bottle at the same time.
I held it up, wished my self luck, and gulped down some of the Baileys. There was no way I was going to sip this. I wanted to come home, and freak my parents out good. They weren't even going to know what hit them.
It tasted good. It was creamy, and definitely strong, but that's what I had been aiming for.
I had a few more gulps, and felt my self getting a little tipsy. My vision was a little blurry, and it was hard to keep my self balanced. So this is what it felt like to be drunk. Well I was enjoying it, and being drunk, I decided to have a few more drinks before slumping over onto my knees.
I wasn't feeling that great anymore, but it was like I couldn't stop.
The bottle was almost empty, when I heard footsteps coming from the trees.
"Nessie?" I recognized the voice instantly as Jake's.
I lifted my self up slowly, and looked towards him just before slumping over again.
"Nessie, what happened to you?" He was instantly at my side and started to lift me up when he noticed the empty bottle of Baileys.
"You drank a whole bottle of Baileys?" He picked my up and set me in his lap on the ground.
I slowly lifted my head and looked at his face. "Not all of it." I felt my head tipping to the side.
"What got into your head?" I didn't want to worry him, just my parents.
"I...." I stuttered. "I wanted to make my parents mad." My words awere kinda slurred together, no surprise.
"Why?" I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into his arm.
"Because they're sending me away." I looked into his eyes, and out of no where kissed him.
We had kissed before but not like we were kissing now. And he was not just waiting for me to stop, he was totally into it too.
After that next moment, my life was never the same.
It was weird. We both like lost control and there was no going back.
"Rennesmee." My dad's voice came from the stairwell.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed. Couldn't they get the hint? I needed them to go away for a while. To just give me a break for like one second.
"We'll go shortly if that's what you want." I didn't regret yelling at him. Which isn't the best quality, but I didn't give a damn at that moment.
~Later~
I woke up from the endless time of isolation, that I had so craved earlier. It was dark again outside, but I didn't need sleep anymore.
I was starving. I hadn't eaten all day, so my stomach was empty.
They had left earlier at my request, and went to Seattle. What they were going to do there, I had no idea, but they were gone, and I was happy.
My brain was racking with all of my thought's of anger and depression at their lack of trust. I was smarter than they were giving me credit for.
I wanted to take advantage of my privacy, but what could I do. Then I realized that now sitting on my bed side table, were the documents.
I picked up the rectangle ID, and stared at it for a few seconds before I came up with my great idea.
If they wanted to not trust me, then why not give them exactly that? I grab my ID and drivers license and ran to my window. My car was parked right outside, and rather than risk getting caught, I went for the easy escape route.
Once I was in my car, I was on the highway and headed for the first place I could think of. I was twenty-one right, so as celebration, I was going to get my self a drink. A real drink, maybe even straight from the bottle.
I pulled up to the small liquor store and got slowly out of my car. The more mature I acted here, the more I could get away with buying.
I walked inside and saw the young clerk staring at me. He looked maybe twenty-four, and was obviously attracted to me.
"Excuse me." I walked over to the counter, and could see him squirming in his seat.
"Uh.... yes.." He stuttered.
"What would you suggest is the best kind of," I paused, "drink for a celebration?" How was I supposed to know anything about drinking anyways? My parents didn't drink, well they drank something else, but I thought asking him would give us both satisfaction.
"Um," He turned around and looked through a few boxes. When he finally turned back, he had a small piece of paper in his hands. "I would suggest Baileys. And they're on sale." He handed me the small coupon.
"Thank you." I started to walk towards the back of the store and noticed the bottle on a small shelf. It looked nice, even for a drink on sale. I grabbed a bottle and walked back to the counter.
"That'll be 24.99." I handed him the money and he handed me the Baileys.
Once I had left the store, I drove down the the beach. It was night so there was no one there.
I grabbed my Baileys and headed for the quiet spot over by the trees.
I flipped off my shoes, and dangled my feet in the water, while opening the bottle at the same time.
I held it up, wished my self luck, and gulped down some of the Baileys. There was no way I was going to sip this. I wanted to come home, and freak my parents out good. They weren't even going to know what hit them.
It tasted good. It was creamy, and definitely strong, but that's what I had been aiming for.
I had a few more gulps, and felt my self getting a little tipsy. My vision was a little blurry, and it was hard to keep my self balanced. So this is what it felt like to be drunk. Well I was enjoying it, and being drunk, I decided to have a few more drinks before slumping over onto my knees.
I wasn't feeling that great anymore, but it was like I couldn't stop.
The bottle was almost empty, when I heard footsteps coming from the trees.
"Nessie?" I recognized the voice instantly as Jake's.
I lifted my self up slowly, and looked towards him just before slumping over again.
"Nessie, what happened to you?" He was instantly at my side and started to lift me up when he noticed the empty bottle of Baileys.
"You drank a whole bottle of Baileys?" He picked my up and set me in his lap on the ground.
I slowly lifted my head and looked at his face. "Not all of it." I felt my head tipping to the side.
"What got into your head?" I didn't want to worry him, just my parents.
"I...." I stuttered. "I wanted to make my parents mad." My words awere kinda slurred together, no surprise.
"Why?" I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into his arm.
"Because they're sending me away." I looked into his eyes, and out of no where kissed him.
We had kissed before but not like we were kissing now. And he was not just waiting for me to stop, he was totally into it too.
After that next moment, my life was never the same.
It was weird. We both like lost control and there was no going back.
i couldn't let myself even think for a second that i could ease Rosalies Pain.
i never thought that anyone could, not even Emmett at his full best, and here i sit with everything she ever wanted, and i dont even want it. how could i be so selfish to tie the knot and give up the chance that i might regret for a long time adn might risk a wonderful friendship.
What about Alice, and esme? They may not have asked but i know they would pass up the oppurtunitie.
And what about myself. I've already had a baby, ive got a daughter, but i will regret this later too.
I have the most precious gift for a vampire in my grasp and idont want it, if only i could give it away.
What would Happen to me, if i did use this. would i die, really truely die,
and jacob, his pack wouldnt not agree. i cant please anyone.
"Bella" i tunefull voice whispered outside.
i never thought that anyone could, not even Emmett at his full best, and here i sit with everything she ever wanted, and i dont even want it. how could i be so selfish to tie the knot and give up the chance that i might regret for a long time adn might risk a wonderful friendship.
What about Alice, and esme? They may not have asked but i know they would pass up the oppurtunitie.
And what about myself. I've already had a baby, ive got a daughter, but i will regret this later too.
I have the most precious gift for a vampire in my grasp and idont want it, if only i could give it away.
What would Happen to me, if i did use this. would i die, really truely die,
and jacob, his pack wouldnt not agree. i cant please anyone.
"Bella" i tunefull voice whispered outside.
10 Ways to Annoy Carlisle Cullen
10. Tell him only to address you in a cute English accent.
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have more fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? Love thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the desk in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy or McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”
10. Tell him only to address you in a cute English accent.
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have more fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? Love thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the desk in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy or McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”