Turning Back In Time
**Sequel to The Way I Love You and Total Bliss...Or Not. It can be read seperately though, I will explain everything and it should make sense** Lucia "Lucy" Cullen has been missing for over 13 years. Now she moved with her "family" and is slowly finding out the real truths of her past. Why was she taken from an aquarium in Port Angeles, and just who is this family she's remembered her whole life? This is Lucy's story, and how she deals with love, lies, and life. AH. **Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything Stephenie Meyer created, I just own the new characters and the plot ideas**
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I was currently laying on my queen-sized bed in my La Push home, with my boyfriend standing over me, tickling my overly sensitive stomach.
"Jakey," I giggled. "Jake, stop! My dad might come home, hear me shrieking, and find you here!"
"I don't care, you're so cute when you laugh," he smirked.
Well, I'll just take matters into my own hands then. Once his head dipped close enough to my own, I leaned up and kissed him. His hands ceased on my stomach, only to wrap his arms around my waist. My arms went around his neck, pulling him closer. Our lips molded together naturally, like they were made for each other. One of Jake's hands lifted the hem of my t-shirt up a little bit and caressed the sliver of skin exposed. I moaned into the kiss.
"I love you," he murmered, smiling against my lips.
I pulled away just a little ways and whispered, "I love you too."
"You're beautiful." He kissed my forehead, his weight supported above me by his arms.
"You're sexy," I retorted, causing him to laugh.
"That's good to know," he smiled, leaning down to kiss me again.
I don't know how long we ended up kissing-long enough for Jake to end up next to me in the bed-before a voice rang out, calling for me.
"Lucy! We need to talk!" Jace Taylor, also known as my father, called out.
"Shit," Jake muttered, climbing out of my bed. I sat up and fixed my hair while he grabbed his sweatshirt and shoes from my desk chair and threw them on. "I'll call you later. Love you," he whispered, kissing my forehead. He quickly climbed out my bedroom window like he does every time my dad's home, or comes home, like now.
"Love you too," I whispered to the empty window. I sighed loudly and made my way to the family room, where my dad and Maggie were sitting.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Have a seat," my dad said, motioning to the chair that sits beside the couch.
I sat slowly, taking in Maggie's sad expression and my dad's...smug one? Well that made me nervous.
"Luce, there isn't any easy way to say this," Maggie started, and my mind went crazy with the possibilities. Was somebody hurt? Was Maggie hurt, sick? I mean, she's not my real mom but I love her like one. Were my dad and her getting a divorce? No, not that. They wouldn't be holding hands and sitting so close if they were.
"We're moving," my father said bluntly, that smug look still on his face.
I was speechless. Moving? Where? Why? A million questions are running through my brain. Then comprehension dawned on me. The smug face of my dad and the move.
I immediatley grew angry with my dad. Just because he didn't like Jake (despised is a better word for it), he felt the need to move us? How old is he, five? He can't be an adult and deal with our relationship in a mature way?
"Are we moving because of Jake?" My voice was cold, emotionless as I stared down my own flesh and blood.
"Lucy, honey, let your father explain," Maggie's sweet voice reached my ears.
"Just so you know, he's not going anywhere," I said harshly. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut, fighting tears the whole way. I grabbed my cell phone and hit speed dial #2. I flopped down on my bed and waited for him to answer.
"Hey baby," he answered.
"Jakey," I said, only it came out as a choked sob. He noticed.
"Luce, what's wrong?" Concern was laced through his voice.
"We're moving," I cried.
Silence was all I heard on the other line. That didn't help.
"Jake, say something," I pleaded.
"What do you want me to say?" he finally muttered.
"Tell me it's going to be okay. Tell me that you won't leave me, and that we can make this work."
"Luce, I...I...I have to go, I'll call you later," he said in a rushed voice, and hung up before I could respond.
I threw my phone across the room and let the tears fall into my pillow.
Why me? Why do I have to be the one who has to move and leave the love of my life? Can't I just stay here and live my freaking life?!
I don't even think I had time to get all of my tears out before I was in his arms, being rocked along with him.
"Shh, baby, it's okay. Everything will be okay, we'll get through it together, and it will work," he whispered into my ear.
I laughed without humor. "You're just saying that because I told you to," I blubbered, slapping his chest.
"Ouch," he whined playfully. I couldn't help but giggle. He knew just how to cheer me up.
He smiled. "There's my Lucy baby," he murmured, kissing the top of my head. "And I have something for you."
I wiped my tears away hastily as he reached into his pocket for something. He came up with a red velvet ring box. My breath caught in my throat.
Was he going to propose?
Was he going to propose?
I love Jake and all, but we are way too young. We haven't even graduated yet!
"Before you ask, and I can already see the gears turning in your pretty little head, this is not an engagement ring. This is a promise ring. I want you to have it so that every time you see it, you know that you own my heart, and always will. I love you, baby."
"I love you too," I sniffled.
"Is that a yes to the ring?" he asked, nerves clear in his voice. I even saw his hand shaking.
I laughed, and it was the happiest I've felt in the past two hours. "Of course, silly Jakey!"
He let out a deep breath and grinned. He took the ring out of its case and slid it on my left ring finger. I stared at it in awe. For not being an engagement ring, it was one hell of a piece of metal. The band was silver, and it had a beautiful twist design before meeting in the middle on a circle diamond. Half of the band's twists has smaller diamonds nestled into it. The ring was stunning, and must have cost Jake a fortune.
"It's beautiful," I breathed.
"A beautiful ring for a beautiful lady," Jake whispered into my ear before kissing it lightly.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
We sat in silence then, reveling in the moment. Eventually though, curiousity got the better of Jake and he quietly asked me,
"Hey Luce? Where exactly are you moving to?"