Love me.

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Well, I guess I can say my father and my step-mom don't want me anymore. That meaning, hey are sending me to live with my mom and step-dad in La Push, Washington.

I guess I'm excited. I never really liked my step-mom, I don't get along with my dad. So, I guess I can understand their decision. I do miss my mother and her new husband.

Where am I now? I am at the airport waiting for my plane for Washington to be called for boarding. I hope it doesn't get delayed. I am here with my father and Anette.

Anette is my father's wife. She has her hair dyed dark red and her eyes are bright blue. She is a natural blond and a complete bitch. She is so rude, although she is five months pregnant by my father.

"Flight 236017 (made it up) to Port Angeles, Washington. Please board your plane." A random lady from behind a long desk says into a microphone.

Well, that's my flight. I grab my luggage and I tug it along the floor towards the boarding. I am kind of let down when my father doesn't even tell me bye, he is too busy with that Anette.

I make it through security and I find my seat, 23A, window seat. I scoot into the row of seats and I see a man and his wife sit by me. He is pale with dark hair and she is brunette and tan.

The plane takes off as the couple beside me are living up on each other. I groan in annoyance there 'love'.

I wish I could sleep. But I have insomnia, so I don't sleep at nights. My mom says she will do 'pillow talks' with me at nights, to help me sleep.

I also just got out of rehab before being sent here for being anorexic. I am eating again, some. Like I said, I just got out of a rehabilitation place.

----- Time Skip to landing----

I see my mother at the airport waiting for my arrival. I greet her with a hug.

"I have missed you, Angel." Mom whispers into my ear.

"I've missed you too, mama." I whisper, choking back a sob.

I really have missed my mom. She was always my best friend. Even when my father was caught in bed with Annette. My mom stuck by my side when her and my father started fighting constantly.

She smiles at my and she leads me to her car. Richie is in the drivers seat.

"Hi Richie. I missed you, fucker." I chuckle.

"Missed you too, little turd." Richie jokes.

Mom smiles at us as we get in the car. Richie takes off down the road. The car is silent.

I get tired of the silence, so I speak up. "Do you have neighbors now?" 

They used to live in Forks. They had no neighbors. Richie got promoted as La Push chief of police then they moved.

"Yeah. The Call family. You should go tomorrow and meet them. They have a son your age." Mom says, she winks at the last part.

I roll my eyes. "Okay, mom." I joke.

Richie and mom roll their eyes.

Soon enough, we pull into a white house. It is two stories and it looks old, to say the least. I grab my bags and I walk up the two steps leading to the front door. I push open the unlocked door and I smile at them interior.

The living room has white walls and wooden floors. There is a white leather couch and a black leather recliner against a wall. There is a white cloth armchair in a corner, left or of the other furniture. There is a black coffee table in front of the couch and recliner.

I bring my bags upstairs and I spot a door with 'Angel's Room' taped on the door. I open the door and another smile finds its way to my face. My walls are painted stormy gray. My floors are oak. I have a queen sized bed with a pillow top mattress. Black and purple bed spread. Black window curtain.

I toss my now empty surfaces into my loaded closet before closing the door. I throw myself on my bed and I bury my face in my black and purple fluffy pillows. I smile into the fluffiness as mom calls for dinner.

The kitchen is just as nice. The counters are a black marble while the walls are an elegant yellow. The dinning table is at one end of the kitchen, where my mom and Richie sit.

"I love this house, Richie." I smile.

"Glad you like it." Richie says with a smile.

I look at my plate. It has roasted chicken, mashed pistols with chives, baked potato, and corn on it. My belly grumbles lightly causing all of us to chuckle. I take a fork full of the food mom has made and I was in heaven.

"Did Annette cook like this?" Mom asks.

"Um, mom. I have to tell you something serious." I say.

"Hat is it baby?" She asks.

"Back at dads, I was kind of anorexic. He had sent me to rehab. I had just gotten out before he sent me here." I say.

Mom's facial features grow sad. Richie rubs her back as she starts to cry.

"I knew dad was too stuck up Annette's ass to tell you. So, I thought I should." I say.

"Thanks for telling me, honey." Mom says before pulling me into a hug.

"I can't eat now. Too sad. I'll head to bed now." I say.

"Alright Hun. Get some rest." Mom kisses my forehead and sends me up to my room.

I change into a set of SpongeBob pajamas before I climb into my super cozy bed. I burry myself in under my blanket before falling off to sleep.