S.A.L.V.A.T.O.R.E.

PREFACE

. S . A . L . V . A . T . O . R . E .

For what I have tasted of love so far, it only brings one word to my mind.

Salvatore.

The meaning of savour in Italian.

The S stands for Saviour

The A for Adore

L for Love

V for victory upon which we felt

A. An apple of my eye

T for the trust that I have so much for him from the day that we first met

O for Over the Moon, to how I felt when I was with him

R standing for rough to the road we had to travel to get so far

and...

E for Eternal for the love that I have for him and he has for me.

Jacob Black was my saviour from the second we met. If it wasn't for him, I may not still be here...

- Jade Lillian

I couldn't believe what my mum was making me do... We were moving to Forks Washington in America, for her work as a photographer of animals and landscapes.

We used to live near Alice Springs Australia, in the middle of the Australian red desert. It was just about always dry there, and when it did rain, it was torrential storms with loud thunder, incredible lightning and as some people around us called it 'big rain' which at times was endless rain for days or weeks on end.

It was cool at some times of the year and blazing hot in the day during summer, though freezing cold in the night. It was a place of extremes and I loved it. I had lived in the desert all of my life and if it had been up to me, I still would be.

I couldn't believe it when my mum -Tess- had told me that she had gotten a promotion and that we were going to America. I didn't want to go and wished that I hadn't, but like usual, mum brushed it off as my rebellious attitude of been a teen, as my not wanting to go. A lot of the time, back home, she used to leave me with friends of ours, while she went on long trips to all different parts of Australia, taking photos of all different animals and landscapes, though most were around where we lived. Sometimes I even got to go with her and see amazing things. I loved her job, until now.

I hated the rain and I hated the cold, and I just knew that I was going to hate America. I just wanted to go home, where my friends and family were, and the beautiful heat of the sun and desert sand. The other part that I hated a lot about been in America, was that my father -Aaron- also worked in America. He on the other hand was a naturalist, travelling around the world filming and studding animals for a living. We hardly ever saw him much and it was how I liked it. I didn't get along with my father at all and that was also something that I liked and hoped that it would stay that way... Because he was always away from us, it made it easier for him to cheat on my mum, upon whom he had five times, that she knows about, yet still she stays with him. I could never understand why on earth you would stay with someone who could so easily hurt you like he was, and someone that you never saw anyway. He didn't care about me, I already knew that, and it was more than clear that he didn't care for my mum, so... why? I knew that he didn't care about me, because whenever he rang us, he never asked how I was or about me, nor when he was around that he spent any time with me or took any notice that I was in the same room as he. He hardly ever spoke to me, spent time with me now or when I was younger and I could tell from everyday life, that he wouldn't care if I disappeared tomorrow...