What if Bella was really Jake's sister? What would happen when Bella left Renee to go live with her father, Billy Black. Would Bella and Edward still have their Happily ever after? Chapter 16 is the original depressing ending Chapter 17 is the rewritten happily ever after version
This is an alternate universe of the beloved Twilight series which is not owned by me in any way :(
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Jake was already in the house when I got in. I put his sweatshirt back on the hook and dropped my backpack.
“Hey, Jake.” He glanced away from the TV.
“Oh, hey Bells. Didn’t here you come home. How was school?”
He snorted. “About the same.”
I looked around for Billy, but didn’t see him.
“Over at the Clearwater’s playing cards with Harry. My turn to cook dinner tonight.”
I went over to the kitchen and checked at what was on the stove. Spaghetti. The same thing as last night. I would definitely have to help with the cooking around here. I checked the cabinets. Not much was there, just the bare necessaries.
I walked back over to Jake and flipped off the TV.
“Come on, get off your butt. I need you to show me where the grocery store is around here.”
He made no move to get off the couch. “Why?” He asked.
“Because I’m going to make some good food for us for dinner. That isn’t of the pasta persuasion.”
That got Jake’s attention. Anything about food usually got his attention.
Luckily, the truck was at the house, so Jake and I climbed in and headed off to the supermarket.
I had no idea where anything was. Jake had to point out signs to me. The sky was a thick gray blanket. I had forgotten how small Forks and the Rez was. In Phoenix, I could walk a block to get groceries. Here it was a 30 minute drive.
A huge supermarket, I think it was a price chopper, sat looming over the freeway. We pulled into the parking lot, before racing out of the rain into the store.
The supermarket was so large that I couldn’t hear the constant patter of the rain upon the roof. I decided that Jake would push the cart, which he didn’t mind at all. We walked over to the produce section first.
I searched through the apples and grabbed a couple for the house. I tossed them to Jake, as he bagged them and put them in the cart. I wasn’t sure what kind of food Jake and Billy liked so we kind of went down every single aisle, picking out items here and there, amid the walls of colorful boxes and jars.
Jake continually complained that I was taking to long. I just stuck out my tongue at him.
“I’m making sure I get the good stuff, Jake.”
“But you are taking forever.”
“What ever you say, Jake.”
That’s when I saw the evil glint in Jake’s eyes. I decided to ignore it at first, which was my mistake. Jake came up behind me and picked me up easily. He set me down in the cart and proceeded to push me up and down the aisles to get the job done faster. I laughed hysterically at the strange looks we got from people as I would tell Jake what we need from my throne in the cart.
We carried our bags back to the truck, but I didn’t want them to get wet, so we piled them on top of Jake in the front seat. Luckily, we only had four bags of groceries.
Once back at the house, we shoved the groceries into any of the available cabinet space before preparing dinner. I knew Jake was a growing boy, so I figured steak, potatoes and salad would be a good idea. I set Jake up on cutting everything up for the salad. Celery, carrots, cucumber and cheddar cheese were all mixed with the lettuce in a big bowl.
I put the potatoes in the oven before searching through the garage with Jake for enough propane to work the grill. I would have to put together a list of things that needed to be done around here, and then force myself to do them.
Billy got home, just as I was putting the food on the table. We talked all during dinner, and I was happy to feel like I was part of a complete family again. Just like when I spent the summers here.
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