The Angry Swan ~ Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Ch.1 ~ The Big Move

Y/n's POV

My sister's always had this motto, like, saying, 'I've never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.'

It's rather tragic and dramatic, yet it holds so many emotions that it can make even the coldest of people think about a special someone they'd die in place of.

I believed in it for a while, telling myself that if someone I loved ever came to danger and there was something I could do to prevent them from dying, then I'd gladly sacrifice myself in their place.

But when the time came for my words to become action, I failed to hold my side of the bargain, now deeming myself unworthy of having someone to care deeply about, to call it love, yet still surrounding myself with people to feel something other than the anger that always lingers in my shadow.

After the event that led to my new way of thinking, it's like my heart became nothing but a hollow shell of what it once felt for the friend who died that day. As a result, allowing my anger to invade my being and control me more.

I've always struggled to contain my negative emotions, unable to anchor them down and push them away. When I was with them, it was like a calmness that would overshadow the anger and allow me to breathe. Now I just suffocate in the rage as punishment for my broken promises.

I often find myself so out of control that I have to run away or lock myself in my room just to avoid hurting someone. I guess that part of me remains in the emptiness, the part of me that wants to help people, not hurt them.

But I must have started scaring my mother, who, a little over a week ago, told me I'd be moving to Forks to live with my father, Charlie.

My sister Bella is coming along as well and said it'll be nice to give Rene and Phil some space to be a couple without two teenagers hovering and stressing them out.

Right, Phil is a minor league baseball player, and my mother's new husband, so this opportunity to go on a road trip was something he jumped at since they never got to have their honeymoon.

I'd miss Phoenix, I'd miss the heat, and I'd miss my mother, but maybe getting some space from here would be good for my sister. And me.

Spending time with dad will be good for us since the last time we saw him, she was 12, and I was 13.

That said, it wasn't like he just disappeared; more so, we just began acting like typical teenagers, more interested in our "friends" than our parents.

I'm currently leaning against my motorbike as I watch my mother and sister say their goodbyes, while Phil drives her to the airport. I'll be following behind on my bike, which will be coming with me to Forks.

I see Bella holding a small self-potted cactus and smile slightly to myself. She's always been like this, preferring the simple things, way more attached to her emotions, yet overcome with a severe case of being an introvert and stubbornness. The complete opposite of my own façade.

"Hey N/n, god I'm going to miss you so much." My mother says as she stands in front of me, cupping my cheeks. I send a small smile her way.

"I'll miss you too, mum."

"Rene, come on, we've got a plane to catch," Phil shouts from filling up the boot of the car. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, telling me to ride safely and stay within eyesight as we make our way to the airport.

With that said, I hopped on my bike and started it up as both vehicles pulled out of the drive and began their journey. I love my bike, I love the feeling I get when driving it, something about the coldness you feel when riding in a vehicle with no walls gives me a sort of freedom and clarity.