Chapter Thirteen:
Lexy’s P.O.V:
I walked into the bathroom quiet. My mom had my medicine cabinet wide open. She had a pill bottle in her hand. I looked around my dad, trying to see which bottle it was. “Alexyss, what the heck were you thinking?” He asked, madder than whenever he called me. “Um, what are you talking about, Dad?” I asked as calm as possible, which by the way is super hard when your as hormonal as a pregnant teenager and your dad is yelling at you. Anyways, as far as me, Lexy, was concerned I hadn’t done anything, nothing, I swear!! “Of course you do, Lexy! This.” She pushed my father out of the way and shoved a bottle of pills up my face. “What is it?” I asked. She laughed, but not with humor. “Really Lexy? What are these pills-for god’s sake!” “What’s wrong?” I screamed finally letting the scream escape. “COCAINE PILLS?!?! LEXY YOU’RE STUPID! YOU’RE PREGNANT!” she screamed back. “Huh? Cocaine pills, what the crap are cocaine pills???” My mother was fuming with anger. And I knew why.
When I was fifteen I got in trouble with drugs. From cocaine to other bad drugs. And somehow mom and dad had found out about my drug addiction and my cell was in the freezer for a month and a half. Now, my mom was accusing me of doing it again?!? I’m pregnant like she said! “Mom, I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear cross my heart and hope to die-but not literally.” I promised and swore. “Lexy, you’re pregnant and it’s in your cabinet.” I was shocked; I soon realized my mother didn’t trust me-she’d go through my bathroom. “SERIOUSLY?!?” I screeched. “WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!?” Mom was pacing in the bathroom. “I’m protecting you, Lexy. I have too. I do it for your father too.” This made me mad; I was the drugged kid so every time I was on a date with Seth my mom was on a date with my cabinet. “DAD?!? You search him? Not Renesmee?” I didn’t even wait for her answer, I stormed out of the bathroom, past Nessie and Tara and Mallory, downstairs and grabbed Seth by the cuff of his neck. “WOW!!!!!!!! Whatcha doing preggers?” He hollered. “Just come or the baby isn’t going to have a daddy.” He came immediately (I guess he thought I was threatening him) in his sexy tight skinny jeans. Anyways, he came and was walking with me when we got to the garage. And dad was in my car, of course. He was dangling my keys with a grim face on. “Didn’t work, Lexy.” He said. I was mad now, “Please, just let me go!!” He wasn’t budging, “No, Lexy. You need to tell me.” “TELL YOU WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?” I screamed at him. “I DIDN’T TAKE THE DRUGS, DAD!!!” Seth was confused, “What are you talking about? Lexy, what drugs?” His voice was shaking as he said Lexy. I wish someone would believe me!! “Nothing, Seth. I have no idea what he’s talking about.” I said. “Lexy, it was in your cabinets, not in MINE!!! Its yours-are you trying to kill yourself and the baby?” I let it out; I screamed at the top of my lungs. “SHUT UP!!! I DIDN’T DO IT DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I closed my eyes tight and I ran out of the garage. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a jar of peanut butter and screamed one last time-just to show I was frustrated and stormed out the front door. My father was waiting for me as I expected, I pushed him aside and ran into the woods.
In the woods it’s so peaceful. All the wildlife around, about a million trees and one problem, you’re pregnant and your dad thinks your taking drugs-makes you stressed right? And it just so happens a strange woman came out of the woods. I didn’t recognize her at first…but I would soon.
“Hello, Lexy.” She said in a soothing voice. She had beautiful long golden bronze hair, and her lips were also sculpted perfectly. She didn’t sound like (hint: its Esme guys.) the Esme I knew. She looked drained from whatever. “Hi, Grandma.” I said not sure why she was here. “What are you doing here?” She smiled a glistening smile. “I came to see you darling.” She said. I smiled. It was usually for Renesmee. Or something warning Dad and Mom. “What do you need, Grammy?” I asked sweetly. “Are you taking drugs? Just, please tell me.” I gulped. “No, grandma, I’m not I swore to god and everything! WHY DON’T YOU BELIEVE ME?!?” I said calm at first, and I got madder as I ended the sentence. My grandmother took my hand in hers and sat me down on a rock. “I believe you, baby girl. Of course I do. But unfortunately due to your drug abuse before your parents don’t.” I started to cry. I leaned up against Grandma and let my tears fall on her silky dress that covered her sleek body. “Come on, Lex. Where do you want to go? With me or to your dad?” I can’t decide. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to go…nowhere.
‘I love you 1 a 2 a 3 shoo bee doo, I love you 4 that’s more, than I can afford, and I can tell someday that I’m gonna say the truth…’
It was from Renesmee…
R- Dad’s worried about u but he can’t connect to your mind talk thing, Lex. What’s wrong?
‘Good, then my grudge is working,’ I think.
L- I no. I’m making that happen. I don’t want him to talk to me-he thinks I’m on drugs, Lex!!!!
R- O, sorry ‘bout that. WTF?!? You’re not on drugs…right???
“WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME?!?!” I scream so loud, I’m sure it can be heard in Illinois. Grandma’s still in the woods with me trying to figure out what I want. And right now, I wasn’t even sure.
*I’m so sorry it sucked-but I hope you liked!!!*
Lexy’s P.O.V:
I walked into the bathroom quiet. My mom had my medicine cabinet wide open. She had a pill bottle in her hand. I looked around my dad, trying to see which bottle it was. “Alexyss, what the heck were you thinking?” He asked, madder than whenever he called me. “Um, what are you talking about, Dad?” I asked as calm as possible, which by the way is super hard when your as hormonal as a pregnant teenager and your dad is yelling at you. Anyways, as far as me, Lexy, was concerned I hadn’t done anything, nothing, I swear!! “Of course you do, Lexy! This.” She pushed my father out of the way and shoved a bottle of pills up my face. “What is it?” I asked. She laughed, but not with humor. “Really Lexy? What are these pills-for god’s sake!” “What’s wrong?” I screamed finally letting the scream escape. “COCAINE PILLS?!?! LEXY YOU’RE STUPID! YOU’RE PREGNANT!” she screamed back. “Huh? Cocaine pills, what the crap are cocaine pills???” My mother was fuming with anger. And I knew why.
When I was fifteen I got in trouble with drugs. From cocaine to other bad drugs. And somehow mom and dad had found out about my drug addiction and my cell was in the freezer for a month and a half. Now, my mom was accusing me of doing it again?!? I’m pregnant like she said! “Mom, I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear cross my heart and hope to die-but not literally.” I promised and swore. “Lexy, you’re pregnant and it’s in your cabinet.” I was shocked; I soon realized my mother didn’t trust me-she’d go through my bathroom. “SERIOUSLY?!?” I screeched. “WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!?” Mom was pacing in the bathroom. “I’m protecting you, Lexy. I have too. I do it for your father too.” This made me mad; I was the drugged kid so every time I was on a date with Seth my mom was on a date with my cabinet. “DAD?!? You search him? Not Renesmee?” I didn’t even wait for her answer, I stormed out of the bathroom, past Nessie and Tara and Mallory, downstairs and grabbed Seth by the cuff of his neck. “WOW!!!!!!!! Whatcha doing preggers?” He hollered. “Just come or the baby isn’t going to have a daddy.” He came immediately (I guess he thought I was threatening him) in his sexy tight skinny jeans. Anyways, he came and was walking with me when we got to the garage. And dad was in my car, of course. He was dangling my keys with a grim face on. “Didn’t work, Lexy.” He said. I was mad now, “Please, just let me go!!” He wasn’t budging, “No, Lexy. You need to tell me.” “TELL YOU WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?” I screamed at him. “I DIDN’T TAKE THE DRUGS, DAD!!!” Seth was confused, “What are you talking about? Lexy, what drugs?” His voice was shaking as he said Lexy. I wish someone would believe me!! “Nothing, Seth. I have no idea what he’s talking about.” I said. “Lexy, it was in your cabinets, not in MINE!!! Its yours-are you trying to kill yourself and the baby?” I let it out; I screamed at the top of my lungs. “SHUT UP!!! I DIDN’T DO IT DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I closed my eyes tight and I ran out of the garage. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a jar of peanut butter and screamed one last time-just to show I was frustrated and stormed out the front door. My father was waiting for me as I expected, I pushed him aside and ran into the woods.
In the woods it’s so peaceful. All the wildlife around, about a million trees and one problem, you’re pregnant and your dad thinks your taking drugs-makes you stressed right? And it just so happens a strange woman came out of the woods. I didn’t recognize her at first…but I would soon.
“Hello, Lexy.” She said in a soothing voice. She had beautiful long golden bronze hair, and her lips were also sculpted perfectly. She didn’t sound like (hint: its Esme guys.) the Esme I knew. She looked drained from whatever. “Hi, Grandma.” I said not sure why she was here. “What are you doing here?” She smiled a glistening smile. “I came to see you darling.” She said. I smiled. It was usually for Renesmee. Or something warning Dad and Mom. “What do you need, Grammy?” I asked sweetly. “Are you taking drugs? Just, please tell me.” I gulped. “No, grandma, I’m not I swore to god and everything! WHY DON’T YOU BELIEVE ME?!?” I said calm at first, and I got madder as I ended the sentence. My grandmother took my hand in hers and sat me down on a rock. “I believe you, baby girl. Of course I do. But unfortunately due to your drug abuse before your parents don’t.” I started to cry. I leaned up against Grandma and let my tears fall on her silky dress that covered her sleek body. “Come on, Lex. Where do you want to go? With me or to your dad?” I can’t decide. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to go…nowhere.
‘I love you 1 a 2 a 3 shoo bee doo, I love you 4 that’s more, than I can afford, and I can tell someday that I’m gonna say the truth…’
It was from Renesmee…
R- Dad’s worried about u but he can’t connect to your mind talk thing, Lex. What’s wrong?
‘Good, then my grudge is working,’ I think.
L- I no. I’m making that happen. I don’t want him to talk to me-he thinks I’m on drugs, Lex!!!!
R- O, sorry ‘bout that. WTF?!? You’re not on drugs…right???
“WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME?!?!” I scream so loud, I’m sure it can be heard in Illinois. Grandma’s still in the woods with me trying to figure out what I want. And right now, I wasn’t even sure.
*I’m so sorry it sucked-but I hope you liked!!!*
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Why is Rosalie so unpopular in the Twilight fandom?
She seems anything but a Mary Sue, and believe me when I say that. She's vain, shallow, and kind of hostile towards Bella at first. She's not perfect. She's no Disney princess who sings to chipmunks and has little animal friends who cater to her every whim. She has a temper that puts a lion with a bad case of PMS to shame on that count.
Remember that the way she acted to Bella was only because she felt threatened. She thought Bella was going to reveal their secret. That just shows that she cares about the safety of her family, right?
Can you imagine being shown up by someone clearly inferior to you? That might sting.
Rosalie really isn't that bad. Just that after reading a few hundred pages of limited insight about Rosalie, when all of a sudden she goes all soft, the damage done might not be reversible.
So please hear me when I say that Rosalie isn't such a horrible character. She really isn't.
She seems anything but a Mary Sue, and believe me when I say that. She's vain, shallow, and kind of hostile towards Bella at first. She's not perfect. She's no Disney princess who sings to chipmunks and has little animal friends who cater to her every whim. She has a temper that puts a lion with a bad case of PMS to shame on that count.
Remember that the way she acted to Bella was only because she felt threatened. She thought Bella was going to reveal their secret. That just shows that she cares about the safety of her family, right?
Can you imagine being shown up by someone clearly inferior to you? That might sting.
Rosalie really isn't that bad. Just that after reading a few hundred pages of limited insight about Rosalie, when all of a sudden she goes all soft, the damage done might not be reversible.
So please hear me when I say that Rosalie isn't such a horrible character. She really isn't.
Max's POV
When we rushed in Sergeant Ray office and I saw Addi lying there on
the floor anger just rushed over me. Sergeant Ray quickly tried to
fight us but between the both of us we had him pinned down on the
floor within seconds. As Jordan was holding Sergeant Ray on floor I
rushed over to Addi. I checked to see if she was breathing and that
made me a little calmer but not enough. So I grabbed the phone on the
desk and called 911. When the police and ambulance arrived I was happy
cause I knew that she was going to be okay and Sergeant Ray was going
to jail. Jordan and I had to stay on campus we weren't allowed to
leave.
When we rushed in Sergeant Ray office and I saw Addi lying there on
the floor anger just rushed over me. Sergeant Ray quickly tried to
fight us but between the both of us we had him pinned down on the
floor within seconds. As Jordan was holding Sergeant Ray on floor I
rushed over to Addi. I checked to see if she was breathing and that
made me a little calmer but not enough. So I grabbed the phone on the
desk and called 911. When the police and ambulance arrived I was happy
cause I knew that she was going to be okay and Sergeant Ray was going
to jail. Jordan and I had to stay on campus we weren't allowed to
leave.
Personally I read Twilight because kids kept bugging me because I haven't read it yet.
But after reading all four books I feel in love with them. I wasn't a fan of the writing style or the romance. I prefer girl-on-girl. But I fell in love with Edward and Jacob.
The characters are lovable. Now I hated Bella she was annoying but that's the only thing I dislike. I love the ending to Breaking Dawn. And love New Moon.
Edward left in that book I almost skipped it.
As of right now; Meyers is my favorite author.
She is way better then JK Rowling and Stephen King.
I used to love HP until I read Twilight.
Now I used to write before reading Twilight...and just suddenly realized my writing was nothing compared to Twilight. That's why I'm writing a vampire novel that I hope to publish in the near future.
But after reading all four books I feel in love with them. I wasn't a fan of the writing style or the romance. I prefer girl-on-girl. But I fell in love with Edward and Jacob.
The characters are lovable. Now I hated Bella she was annoying but that's the only thing I dislike. I love the ending to Breaking Dawn. And love New Moon.
Edward left in that book I almost skipped it.
As of right now; Meyers is my favorite author.
She is way better then JK Rowling and Stephen King.
I used to love HP until I read Twilight.
Now I used to write before reading Twilight...and just suddenly realized my writing was nothing compared to Twilight. That's why I'm writing a vampire novel that I hope to publish in the near future.
