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 threw the door open once Jake rang the doorbell.
"Forks," I spat. "Forks, Washington. I cried for over an hour, all because of a town that's thirty minutes away!"
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Hello to you too."
"Jacob Black!" I yelled in frustration, throwing my hands up in the air. I even ignored the fact that he was looking completely handsome in jeans and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Lucy Taylor!" he mocked back.
He laughed. "Okay, fine. What's going on?"
Before answering, I took his hand and pulled him into the house. My lips met his in a passionate kiss. My heart sputtered and I saw stars. Only Jake could make me feel this way. I finally pulled away breathlessly, and saw Jake struggling to breathe as well.
"W-wow," he gasped. "Not that I minded, but what was that for?" he asked through deep breaths.
"Didn't you hear?! I'm only moving thirty minutes away!" I shouted.
"Baby, you don't have to shout, I'm right here," he whispered, wrapping his arms loosely around my waist.
I stuck my bottom lip out. "But I'm just excited," I mumbled. Man, I must be PMSing. I was furious not two minutes ago and now I'm happy about this.
"Don't worry, I am too," he chuckled lightly, pecking my lips. We held each other in front of the door, me going back to earlier when I confronted my father:
Jake left about thirty minutes later, as my dad demanded me to come out and talk about it. "You've had long enough to cry, now we need to talk" is how he put it. So I sent Jake out the window with his promise that he would be back to take me out tonight. I once again went into the family room, only to find it empty. Puzzled, I made my way to the dining room, and sure enough, they were in there. Shoot. The dining room is only used for talks when either things are serious or I’m in deep trouble. Right now I’m not really sure which one I’m in here for. I sure hope they didn’t hear Jake in my room, that’s a guaranteed grounding.
"Sit," my father ordered. I knew better than to cross him when he’s angry, so I obeyed. "Now Lucy, I am not happy with the way you ran out, but I understand that this isn’t easy."
"You got that right," I muttered.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said louder. He gave me a stern look but continued anyways.
"First things first, we are not moving because of Jake." And then he muttered something that sounded like, "Even though I wanted to." My temper was starting to flare again and if he didn’t get to the point soon I might just blow. "We’re moving because the police chief of Forks has retired and they offered me the job. I immediately took it without discussing it with the two of you because, well, it pays more than the security job at the mall." Dad works as a security guard at the La Push mall, which is crazy because it’s such a small reservation and there aren’t any crimes.
"Well, I guess that makes…wait, did you sayForks?!"
I shrieked. "That’s only like, a half an hour away!"
"I told you it wasn’t that big a deal."
"You never said that."
"Well I implied it."
"No, you just sat there looking smug that you were taking me away from Jake."
"Watch your mouth, young lady!"
"Hey!" Maggie yelled, interrupting our bickering. "That is enough! Lucy, we are moving whether you like it or not, and Jake had nothing to do with it. Jace, stop harassing Jake and let up a little on Lucy."
Well, that settled that I guess.
"I’m going out with Jake tonight," I said, testing the waters of what Maggie just told my dad.
He said nothing. Maggie was the one who responded. "That’s fine, just be back by midnight."
"Thanks!" I said, getting out of my chair. I was halfway out of the dining room when my dad stopped me.
"Lucy?" I turned and looked at him. "Start packing, we’re starting to bring things to the house this week. I start on Monday."
"You already bought a house?" I asked. He just nodded.
I wanted to scream and yell at him for ruining my life and not including me in the family decisions. I wanted to say that I hated him and run away. I wanted to slap him across the face.
But I didn’t. I was raised better. "You can think anything you want, but watch what you say," my grandma used to tell me before she died two summers ago. Instead, I just sighed and nodded, and headed to my room to get ready for my date. END FLASHBACK
But I didn’t. I was raised better. "You can think anything you want, but watch what you say," my grandma used to tell me before she died two summers ago.
Instead, I just sighed and nodded, and headed to my room to get ready for my date.
Our quiet moment was ruined when my stepmother walked in from the kitchen.
"I heard the screaming and thought I'd see if everything was all right," she said with a smile on her face.
"Everything's fine, Lucy's just a little excited you guys aren't moving halfway across the country," Jake told her, amusement laced in his voice.
Maggie laughed. "I'm sure she is. Now come and have some cookies before you leave for your date!"
She ushered us into the kitchen where a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a pitcher of cherry kool-aid sat on the island. Jake and I sat on the barstools surrounding it.
"Wow, kool-aid, aren't we five today," I teased. Maggie was never one to cook.
"Shut up," she said jokingly.
"And cookies from...QuikMart?" Jake asked, holding in laughter. She proceeded to throw a towel at his head. He couldn't hold it in anymore and a hearty laugh escaped his lips. "I'm right, aren't I?" Maggie muttered something we couldn't hear. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Yes," she grumbled, which caused Jake and I to break out into another round of laughter.
"Shut it and eat your cookies," she scolded.
I figured I wouldn't deny that and reached for a cookie with my left hand. I heard Maggie gasp and I looked up, confused.
"You're getting married?!" she shrieked, grabbing my hand.
"NO!" I yelled. I saw Jake's face fall just a little, and quickly fixed my mistake. "I mean, yes, but this is merely a promise ring. We're too young right now, but one day, yes, we will get married," I said to Maggie, but looking into Jake's eyes. He smiled at me, telling me I was forgiven.
"I'm so happy for you two. And the ring is beautiful," she added, twisting my finger to catch every angle of my ring.
"Thanks, your approval really means a lot to me," I said quietly, smiling at her.
"Aw, sweetie, you know I love you like my own," she told me. I got up and hugged her, holding back tears.
"I love you too, Maggie."
"Am I loved around here?" the voice of my boyfriend asked. I turned to look at him and laughed.
"You know I love you Jakey," I said obnoxiously, running to kiss every inch of his face.
"Please keep the kissing and touching for when you are not in my house. I let you sit here, but that's about it." I turned and saw my father standing in the kitchen doorway. I blushed (something I tended to do a lot) and moved away from Jake.
My dad absolutely despised Jake, and I honestly can't say I know why. He barely even knows him. Maybe it's because I'm not his little girl anymore, and he's jealous of Jake. I don't know, but it makes everything very awkward when Jake and my dad are in the same room.
"Jace, they're in love. They can kiss in this house," Maggie argued.
"Not while I'm in the room," he said, and that was the end of that.
And cue the awkward silence.
"Well Jake, we should be going. Thanks for the cookies, Maggie. Dad, we'll be back by midnight!" I said quickly, eager to get out of the tension-filled room.
"Wait! I packed you a picnic basket!" Maggie said, handing Jake the basket.
"Thanks, Mrs. Taylor," he said. I grabbed his hand and got the heck out of there.
Once I had put my helmet on and Jake secured the basket onto his Softail Convertible Harley, he got on and helped me up. I locked my arms around his waist and told him to drive.
I loved riding on the motorcycle. I felt so free, like nothing could hurt me. Sometimes Jake lets me drive, but not very often. My dad doesn't like the bike; he even threatens me not to get on it. But I do it anyways, because it's my only escape next to Jake.
He stopped at our special place, hidden by trees surrounding it. The land had a small waterfall falling into a pond, which lead to a stream that flowed into First Beach, but was secluded by enough trees and boulders where we couldn't be seen. Jake found it once when he was taking a rather dare devilish ride through the woods and thought I would love it. And I did. It was absolutely beautiful, and all ours.
I got off the bike and took Jake's hand. We walked over to the edge of where the pond meets the stream. I laid out the blanket we brought along. Jake set the basket down and sprawled out on the ground. He reached up and pulled me down on top of him. I shrieked and buried my face into his chest while he laughed quietly.
"Not funny mister!" I grumbled like a little child.
"Did I tell you that you are beautiful yet?" he asked, ignoring my jabs while brushing stray hairs out of my face as I looked up at him.
I shook my head. "Not in the past...oh, four hours?" I teased.
"Well you are," he said again, which of course, caused me to blush.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
I rolled off him and instead curled into his side, my hands resting on his chest while his arms went around me. The soft sound of the water falling was the only thing heard in the calm August air. I could have fallen asleep.
"I'm sorry about what happened back at my house," I said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I don't know why he hates you so much."
"Luce, I'm your boyfriend of two years, drive a motorcycle, dropped out of high school to work in my uncle's shop, had a couple of fines and tickets from the police, and just put a ring on your finger. Yeah, I couldn't imagine why he hates me," he said sarcastically.
"But you promised yourself to me. You always make sure I wear my helmet and drive five miles over the speed limit max when I'm on the bike, and you work to support you and your dad! You're a great guy, Jake." I kissed his cheek and smiled up at him.
He smiled and kissed me. "Thanks, babe."
"No problem, babe," I chirped back. We both laughed a little before falling silent again.
"Do you ever feel like there’s something missing in your life?" I asked him quietly. The stars had made their appearance now and I stared up at the night sky as I asked.
"What do you mean?" he responded.
"I don’t know, exactly. It just feels like there’s something missing, something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s been in the back of my mind for awhile now, and with the move, it’s become more prominent," I explained.
Jake looked to be deep in thought, but I knew better. "Don’t hurt yourself," I teased.
He glared playfully at me. "Funny, Luce."
"Not really," he finally said. "But I feel like I have everything I need. Maybe there’s something missing in your life and you’ll find it soon enough."
I pondered that for a moment. "Yeah, maybe."
We decided then to eat, because my wolf of a boyfriend was getting hungry. Maggie packed us PB & Js, a bag of chips (and not the little bags, we’re talking a big bag), and strawberries. That one was a bit embarrassing. You know what I’m talking about. In the movies, the young couples always feed their significant others the strawberries. I hope she knows Jake and I don’t do that. He eats them way too fast for me to feed him. Besides, we have hands, we can feed ourselves!
"I love your stepmom," he said through a mouthful of food. I rolled my eyes and ate a chip.
"Good to know."
About fifteen minutes later, I suddenly threw my shirt off, leaving me in my bikini top and jeans, and yelled, "Race ya!" I started running towards the stream, stopping to take off my jeans quickly. Jake was close behind me, so I had to hurry. I threw my jeans behind me, hoping that they would hit Jake and stall him. I laughed when I heard him grunt in frustration. I finally reached the stream and jumped in. I rose to the surface, expecting to see Jake, but I couldn’t see him.
"Jake?" I yelled. No answer. "Jake?"
He was starting to scare me now. "Jacob Black!"
I could hear him laughing now. He was near.
"Get out here!" I yelled to the part of the woods I heard him.
He emerged then with his shirt off. I took my time in looking him over.
At 6’2", Jake is a sexy, muscular man. His native Indian skin color is beautiful under the moonlight, and I want to run my hands over the contours of his chest.
"Like what you see?" he asked, and although I couldn’t see his face, I could tell he was smirking.
"Get your butt in the water," I yelled back.
So he did, naturally. "Cannonball!" he shouted. He ran from the edge of the forest and made a huge splash when he hit the water. I coughed up water and laughed at his playfulness.
"Dork!" I told him once he popped back up. He chuckled and took me in his arms.
"Whatever," he said.
We played in the stream for who knows how long. I wasn’t concerned about getting home by curfew, in fact I rarely ever did. I usually snuck into the house early in the morning, and rarely did I get caught. My dad always wanted to wait up for me, but Maggie always saved me and convinced him to get some sleep, and that he should trust me more.
I loved Maggie.
"What time do you have to be home?" Jake asked me as we were getting dry.
I shook my wet hair at him and said, "Since when do you make sure I’m home on time?"
"Jake?" I gave him a look. "What’s up? That isn’t you at all."
"I don’t know, I don’t want your dad to think that I influence your decisions. It’s always your fault, you know I can’t say no to you." He glared playfully at me. I batted my eyelashes innocently.
"But to answer your question, I figured we could catch some shut eye right out here," I answered.
"Lucy," he warned.
"Jake, please. Who knows when we’ll be able to do this again?" I even added some fake tears pooling in my eyes to convince him. I knew I had him when his face softened and he reached his hand up to wipe them away. Score!
But nobody said I was an actress. He saw the tiny smirk threatening to break out on my face.
"You little vixen!" he half laughed, half accused.
I just smirked and lay down, patting the blanket next to me. He sighed and laid down beside me, feeling defeated.