KD
My name is KD, and I just moved to rainy ass Forks, Washington from New Orleans with my mom.
My parent were having some personal issues within their marriage I guess you could say and decided to separate for a while. It was the best decision for me to come with my mom than stay with my father for one he travels too much for work and I would've been left alone most of the time. Quite frankly me and him argue too much for everyone's liking.
Anyway, I finally finished putting my room together and I decided to keep it plain looking because living here is supposed to be temporary.
I know my mom doesn't care for Washington personally she's not a fan of the weather and neither am I.
I for one said we should to go Washington D.C. but she felt like Forks would help bring her back to her old self so I came with her with no complaints.
After I woke up from my nap my mom came into my room and threw a box on the bed, "present?"
"Just open it."
It was a car key to a BMW, "are you serious?"
She shrugged her shoulders and I ran downstairs and swung the front door open seeing a car with a red bow on it. " don't get all excited and start thanking me... it's from your dad."
It's not that I'm not grateful for the car it's just we have not spoken so this is an actual surprise to me.
"You can keep the car on a few conditions which should not be hard for you so keep your grades up and be on your best behavior you can't be doing what you were doing back home."
Now the guilt is rolling in.
"Don't do that it's not your fault for feeling how you feel we both taught you to stand up for yourself and to speak up when your feelings are hurt. He's not mad at you he's just upset that you didn't say anything sooner."
I shook my head, " I shouldn't have had to say anything to him he is a grown man who knows right from wrong and he continued to do wrong."
I felt a tear coming down and she wiped under my eye.
Another thing about my mom she is like a mind reader when it comes to me all she has to do is look at me and she instantly knows.
But there are days when I feel like she will never understand me.
We hugged outside for what felt like hours then I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, "I know you don't want anything to do with her but she's on her way here with Charlie."
Isabella and I haven't spoken to each other since freshman year of our old high school in Louisiana because she started messing around with a friend of mine that whom I was trying to pursue a relationship.
To top it off she knew that me and him were involved with each other in a way. After a while I didn't care because we never kissed or had sex at most we did was hug.
How everything happened was I went to his house because we had to study for a test and I was his tutor, so when I got there I walked straight in the door and went up to his room and opened his door to find them both taking their clothes off.
I guess I interrupted before anything could happen and they tried to rush and put their clothes back on to try to explain to me but I left and went home.
I didn't cry over the boy I cried over Isabella because I saw her as family and I loved her as my sister and I couldn't believe she would do that to me.
The very next day he went and told anybody who would listen that he almost had sex with her and how she was so easy and then another boy who I was just strictly friends with said he had the same experience with her but they got caught by his mom before anything could happen.
