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Note: The summary has been changed. I thought it was A) too short, B) too revealing, and C) not descriptive enough. So here I have a better summary that reveals less, yet describes more. The last one sort of gave it away, and people didn't want to read it because they knew exactly what the story was about. So now I changed it, and here it is. She leaves him for another. He's forced to start over in a new town, at a new school. He's positive he can never love again. She loses her mother in a terrible homicide. She's forced to pick up the peices and try to live again. She's positive that the hole in her heart will never be filled. When the two heartbroken pessimists meet, they notice that the other is strangely detatched, and horribly sad. Neither can figure our what made the other so bitter, until they open up. After all they have been through, can they learn to trust again? Can they learn to start over? Can they learn to forget those that hurt them? Most importantly, can they learn to love again? Chapter One has been rewritten. The story line is completely different, yet somewhat the same.


13. Chapter 12: Relapse

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She sat one the sofa beside Esme and stared at her feet. Her father waited for her to say something – still smug – across from her.

Ravyn, having always had a bit of insight, knew what was going on before they told her.

“What’s going to happen?” She asked in a small voice, not looking up from the ground.

“You’re coming back home with me,” He cooed, his voice a comforting purr.

“But…I live here,” She cried, confused beyond belief. Her frantic eyes flickered to Carlisle’s face. He stared at the carpet, saying nothing.

“You don’t have to anymore. You can live with me.”


Her suitcase shut with a single click that echoed in the silence. I watched from the doorway, arms crossed over my chest as she scanned the room for anything she might have missed.

All the pictures hung on the wall, the clothes that lined the closets, the pillows and blankets on the bed, shoes on the floor – everything – packed away in neat boxes. Emmett and Jasper had already brought most of them down, loading them into Ray’s car.

“Ravyn,” I said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?” She said, exhaling.

“Have you noticed anything…different about your dad?”

She blinked, shocked at the question. “No…not really. Just that he’s sober.” She laughed a short laugh.

I sighed and wondered to myself why I was having such trouble with this.

“Ravyn,” I paused to gather my thoughts. “He’s a vampire.”

For a moment, she appeared shocked, but then she rolled her eyes. “So?”

“So…aren’t you…scared?”

“No…not really.”


“Why would I be?”

“Because he could…suck your blood or something!”

“So could you,” she laughed. “Honestly,” she continued, “isn’t it a bit hypocritical to call one person a monster when you’re the same exact thing? You’re both vampires. I happen to like vampires. What’s the problem?”

I gave up. “Nothing, I guess.”

A sudden thought occurred to me – breaking through the cloud of depression. “I almost forgot!” I exclaimed – turning and bounding down the stairs.

Before she could notice I had gone, I returned with the silver package in my hands. I held it out to her, and she only stared down at it in confusion.

“You didn’t open all of your presents,” I explained.

Slowly, she took the package from me and unwrapped it to reveal the soft velvet jewelry case.

“It’s from you?” She asked idly, turning the square box over and over in her hands.

“I didn’t think it was fair to let them spend more money one you, so I got two. They’re much the same, I suppose, but it wouldn’t hurt.”

She opened the blue box, and her eyes suddenly widened as she took in the necklace that lay on the white silk inside. I knew what it looked like already – a larger version of the same mountain lion on the bracelet, with the sparkling topaz eyes, hanging from a delicate, silver chain.

“Help me put it on!” She exclaimed, excited all over again. I chuckled slightly before striding across to her and lifting the chain from the box. She held her hair up as I clasped the link at the nape of her neck.

She let her hair fall before spinning around to face me. “How does it look?” She asked, looking down at the sparkling charm on her chest.

“Beautiful,” I breathed, smiling.



I wiped the tears from my eyes as I waved out the window. All seven of them were standing outside the house, waving as my father droved the car slowly down the drive. I rolled down my window and leaned out, yelling goodbye once more.

Soon, we were too far to make out their faces. Soon, we were too far to identify individual figures. Soon, we were too far to hear anything at all.

I turned in my seat and stared at the hands in my lap, waiting until my focus wavered and they became two pale blobs. I let my tears run down my face, even though I knew I would see them again.

Dad placed his hand on me knee, causing me to look up.

“Don’t worry,” he began, “you’ll get to visit them.”

“I know,” I mumbled through my tears.

“How about we go back over there tomorrow, hm?”

“I guess so,” I said, wiping my eyes.


I wiped my eyes as I stumbled my way down the stairs and into the kitchen to find some breakfast. Dad was already in there, reading his paper at the table.


“Yes, pumpkin.”

Pumpkin was an odd name to hear – I hadn’t heard him call me that in two years.

“You said we would go to see the Cullens today, right?”

He folded his paper and placed it on the table. “Actually,” he began, “it’ll have to wait because I made plans.”

My heart fell to my feet. “What plans?”

“I thought we could go fishing like we used to when you were little.”

“But…” I glanced at his face, and I knew he had already won. After all, I hadn’t seen him in over a year.

“C’mon – it’ll be fun.”



At school on Monday, I waited impatiently in my seat. I watched as one after one, chattering students entered the classroom. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the desk glancing between both entrances.

“There you are!” I exclaimed, jumping out of my seat and rushing to the doorway, pulling her to me. I wrapped my arms tight around her and embraced her for several moments.

“Air!” She gasped, flailing her arms. I pulled back, and for a few moments, she gasped for air dramatically.

A mocking smile lit up her face. “You didn’t miss me, did you?”

“Not much,” I said, playing along. We turned to our seats and leaned towards each other.

“You have no idea how quiet it is without you,” I said genuinely.

“My house is so empty compared to yours!”

“Emmett misses you – he says there’s no challenge anymore.”

She laughed.

“And Alice needs a shopping partner so badly that she’s threatening on taking me.”

She grinned, though I knew she secretly missed shopping with Alice.

“So,” I began, changing the subject, “what did you do yesterday? I thought you were going to come visit.”

Her expression shifted, and she was now scrambling for an excuse.

“Well, we were, but then Daddy remembered he had plans, and he wanted to take me fishing, and I was gonna call but I didn’t have the number.”

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling to make it look more genuine.

“Class, settle down,” the teacher called, silencing the class at once. Ravyn turned in her seat to face forward, placing her hands on either side of her binder. She wore a long sleeve shirt with one sleeve pushed up slightly – thought I was sure she didn’t notice it.

She shifted in her seat and pulled up the sleeve, scratching at a mosquito bite with her nails. Her hand dropped back to the desk, and I caught sight of the bracelet I’d given her Saturday. I smiled with pride.

My smile slowly vanished when I realized that the purple blob above it wasn’t another bracelet. It was a bruise – an angry shade of purplish blue – in a shape that I had to turn my head to fully comprehend. And then I realized what it was.

A bruise in the shape of a man’s hand.