saccharine |edward cullen

1| silent hours

1| silent hours

     It was quiet. Her fingers tapped against the steering wheel of the car. The sun was close to setting, and like everything else in her life, packing their things was saved till the last minute. Ahead of her was the empty garage, no sign of the white bicycle her uncle bought her when she was four, or the boxes stuffed with teddys from when she was a child. The only thing left from her childhood being the handprint she left behind when her dad decided to repaint.

The front door opened, her mom stepping out for the last time ever. She carried the keys to the home in her hands, she locked the door, the neighbor standing aside waiting for them. Her mom looked to her, smiling forcefully as she rounded the car. Lux didn't shift her gaze away from the awfully put up basketball hoop her dad put from when she was seven and wanted to play with the neighbor. She was tempted to ignore her completely, to not even bother rolling the window down. With a sigh, she pushed the button, window coming down slowly as her mom peaked in.

"You go first," her mom said simply, "I'll be right behind you. Keep your phone charged, make sure to check for any calls from me. We'll stop every couple hours to make sure everything is okay. Are you still fine driving on your own?" She only nodded, giving a thumbs up as she let the engine start. Her mom sighed,  not bothering to wait for a proper response.

It wasn't going to be an easy drive. She'd really only driven for a year prior to this, and part of her was a bit worried thinking about when she'd be faced with nothing but road and fields for miles. There was no fear in driving alone, in fact she preferred it. Being able to drive for hours, listening to the music she liked, letting herself enjoy the tranquility that came with being alone. Letting herself get angry at nobody in particular but finding a way to release emotions she'd pushed so far down for years that maybe now was time she'd be able to let them out. Of course, at first, Lorena Ames did not want Lux to drive. What mom would let her seventeen year old daughter drive from the valley to Forks, Washington?

Well truthfully, the only reason why she allowed it, was because she knew Lux wanted space. And with their being two cars, she needed a second driver to fill it with their belongings. The U-Haul had left earlier in the day and even with the truck both cars were still stuffed with belongings. The Ames family had a problem of expanding into whatever place they migrated to. Wether it be a studio apartment or five bedroom home, they'd find a way to fill it with shelves or knick knacks.

The stop at the hotel was something she needed. Barely halfway, that's how far they'd gotten before they called it a night. She was tempted to book her own room, let herself fall asleep with no worries that someone would try and speak to her. She was stubborn and rude but even she understood that it was pushing her luck behaving that way toward her only family.

It was bright and early when they hit the road again. The small stop at McDonald's did very little to ease her hunger, and her hands hurt from gripping the steering wheel. She'd listened to all her favorite music at least once already. Her butt hurt from sitting for so long, her neck ached from being craned up.

And she'd never thought she'd say this, but she couldn't wait to arrive to Forks, Washington.

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Lux Ames

Edward Cullen

Her new house

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