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Sunset of Hearts

As the sun sets, it is the ending of a life. Sure, lives end every day, and new ones begin. But on this twilight, the sun was setting on the most important life in my world. But, it was also dawning on a new life as well. The only catch was, those two lives were both the same. What if Bella had come to Forks, and Edward and his family were human? What if they were like every other family? But, what if they were unfortunately pulled into a dark situation, that was to transform them into the thing of their nightmares, and inconsequentially, something darker than they had ever dreamed of? And what if Bella was the one to keep Edward going through all of this? Basically, what if Edward and his family were human in Forks? (Were being the key word.)

Okay, I know that, if you read my previously completed story, Daylight, I promised an entirely different story. But, I felt a different inspiration to write this one. So, here it is.

10. Chapter 10: Visting Hours

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“Hello Father.” I said coldly into the black phone. He stared at me from the other side of the glass, holding a similar phone to his ear.

“Edward,” he acknowledged, nodding slightly.

His dark green eyes reminded me of my mother’s, while his black hair made him a stranger to me. Thank god I’d gotten my mother’s hair, I thought coldly.

“It’s been a while,” I sighed, glaring through the glass.

“It has,” he agreed. “How old are you now?”

“Seventeen, dad,” my eyes betrayed my anger.

“You look like your mother,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to take it as a comment or an insult.

“And you look like you’re on drugs again,” I retorted.

He ignored my comment and changed the subject. “How’s school?”

“Just great, dad.”

“Been keeping your grades up?”

“They’ve never been better.”

“Got a girlfriend yet?” He was still acting on the assumption that I was gay, which I wasn’t.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“I bet she’s pretty. Got a picture of her?”

I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket slowly, and flipped it open. In fact, I had several pictures of Bella. One of her school pictures, and a strip we’d taken at an arcade along the boardwalk in Port Angeles. I held up the strip for him to see.

“She sure is a pretty one,” he acknowledged in his raspy voice. I narrowed my eyes.

“She’s beautiful.”

“She sure is fine,” he replied, transfixed on the picture I held.

“Don’t even think about it,” I growled, shoving the picture back in my wallet.

“I can’t help it,” he said gruffly, “what else is there to look at in this dump?”

“Don’t you even dare think about her,” I said angrily.

“Fine, fine. Does she have a name?” I considered that for a moment.

“Her name’s Bella.”

“Isn’t she the chief’s daughter?”

“She sure is.” I clenched my jaw.

“Maybe you could put in a good word for me, eh son?”

“Dad, if you think I’m going to tell him to let you go just because you’re my father, you’ve got another thing coming. You deserve to rot in here,” I spat.

“You ungrateful little-”

“You deserve to die here for what you did to mom. She loved you. She trusted you! And you treated her like trash.”

“Now you listen here-”

“No. I won’t listen to you anymore. I’m not a kid.”

There was an awkward silence as I glared at him through the glass.

“You better watch what you say, you little bastard. Especially if you want that precious Bella of yours to live.”

My face turned bone white, paler than ever. He grinned a smug smile.

“You can’t do anything while you’re in here,” I said, my voice trembling.

“Ah, but you seem to be forgetting that I have connections, Eddie, my boy.” He laughed cruelly.

“If you lay one hand on her, I swear to god, I‘ll-”

“But I’m in jail, remember?” And with that, he hung up the phone and stood. His bright orange jumpsuit was all I could see as he walked away.

My heart thudded anxiously in my chest. I hurried out of the jail’s visiting room, where the posted sign read “VISITING HOURS: 11 AM – 2 PM.” My watch read one-fifty-nine.