Entitled // caius volturi

Chapter 3 // ways of the world.

-One does not find themselves infatuated for no rhyme or reason, a feeling so ancient it profoundly proves the notion that our existence is in the hands of something more powerful, than we could ever hope to understand or contain-

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January 10th, 2006.

The swan residence.
Forks, Washington.
Rowens pov.

I stumbled through the front door, my handbag hanging in the crook of my elbow while my hands carried beers and food from the diner, using my foot I pushed the door closed causing a loud bang to echo throughout the house.

I observed the empty living room, the large flatscreen tv played the lead up to the game, the first of the season and boy was my father excited, even more so that he'll be watching it with atleast one of his daughters. His other wallowed away in her own self pity.
Unfortunately the incident at the cullens on bellas birthday cause a bit of a riff between the young couple.
Edward had taken her to the woods behind our house, broken up with Bella and left her there while he disappeared, he didn't tell anyone where she was or that she could do with her family being there for her you know considering he took her into the middle of the woods just to dump her? Granted she didn't take it well, she had essentially gone missing for hours and after, me, dad, jacob, billy, not to mention a rather large group of locals that agreed to help look for the chiefs missing youngest daughter, we had been looking for her for hours. The night had finally come and we knew that it wasn't safe for us to look for her in the dark.
Eventually Sam had found her wet through to her bones, he had carried her home the sight of her body was unnerving. she was a frail shivering mess and I had no idea how to help her.

I had never experienced heartache like she had, I mean sure I'd been in a few relationships and they never ended well but I truly don't remember it being so dark and depressing. I remember feeling stupid for being so lovesick and then I felt tired for being with someone so thoughtlessly.
Bella and Edward though that was different, I had never looked at anyone the way my sister looked at him, I never had anyone look at me that way either, so I really couldn't tell her she shouldn't be sad or upset, because I had never experienced that level of pain before. The nightmares were the worst, I had been at my job for less than 6 months and I was forever exhausted, Bella would wake up sometimes multiple times a night screaming and clawing at her bed. Dad struggled too he didn't know how to react let alone help her. Me and dad would take shifts, alternate between who would get up to comfort Bella and who would stay in bed in hopes of finding sleep. Though it never worked even on my nights off I was still awoken by her bloodcurdling screams.

She stayed in her room for months withering away into nothing. That's where she was now and I found myself growing to resent her for it, she knows the toll it's taking on not only her family but herself, she just doesn't care.

I want to slap her stupid and tell her she's going to end up throwing her life away for a man who didn't give a second thought as to how she would react to him breaking up with her. I wanted to scream in her face, tell her that she can't put dad through this, that he's beside himself with worry because his daughter is deteriorating infront of his eyes. I wanted to tell her all that and so much more but I knew... I knew it would mean nothing to her...

Dad sat at the small round table in the kitchen, rubbing his face with his hands, his cop uniform still on his body, after all he was at the end of his tether. I felt for him I really did, dark bags decorated his eyes and his beard grew longer with the days that passed. I dropped the beers and food onto the table jolting him away.

"You need to speak to Renee, we can't keep killing ourselves because Bellas boyfriend broke up with her, dad, she needs to either go back to live with her mom or you'll have to get her psychiatric treatment, it's not healthy for her to do this to herself."

I told him sternly, she was weighing us both down, if I kept slacking at work I'd loose my job, and dad could loose his with how often he's late or showing up to the department exhausted beyond doubt. Dads brown worried eyes found my comforting green ones.

"Maybe it is time I spoke to Renee...first though root toot, I need a beer."
He muttered his voice scratchy and tough.
I pulled a beer from the case before throwing it towards him, his hand came up and caught the fan without much thought.

"Still got it old man."
I cheered, lifting his spirits slightly.

"Old? I had you, younger than you are now!"

He reasoned, I waved a hand and began unpacking the food, I got tacos, burritos, burgers and a bunch of other delicious foods that I had honestly forgotten I ordered.
Once me and dad had stuffed ourselves with more food than our bodies could handle we retired to the couch to watch the game, beers in hands we cheered when we scored and booed when we didn't. Afterwards we both decided to call it a night knowing the inevitable outcome that would be us waking in the morning with tired eyes, dad promised to call Renee first thing in the morning.
I had planned to have a word with my dear sister mine too.