Seducing the Good-Girl

Chapter 11-Hey You Beautiful

I haven't been home for a while,

I'm sure everything's the same:

Mom and Dad both in denial,

An only child to take the blame.

Sorry Mom but I don't miss you,

Father's no name you deserve.

I'm just a kid with no ambitions,

Wouldn't come home for the world.

Walking Disaster~Sum 41

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Hey you beautiful, girl you knock me down

Haven't seen you before, try to feel you out

Die hard, disregard, coming out your mouth

But your body saying something else

You say that you don't, don't

But I know you do, do

Playing hard to get, get,

Girl I'm onto you,

Telling me no, no,

You really mean yes, yes

Let yourself go, go

Why don't you confess?

Whoa, I feel your body calling out to me

Don't deny this electricity

Know there's something dirty on your mind

You don't have to lie, no

You don't have to lie.

Hey You Beautiful ~ Olly Murs

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Part two

Six years later, age 23

As I looked out across the small garden of my house, I thought back over all that had happened to me in the last six years. It was Christmas, the season of goodwill, and the same date in which the only good thing in my life was ripped away from me, suddenly and brutally.

It was obvious to my seventeen-year-old self that my parents and I were not going back to Forks. It became obvious, as they spoke, that they'd been planning this for a very long time. Since my first date with Edward, in fact. It was as they spoke so fucking calmly and I watched Edward's tensed figure disappear into nothing in the distance that I realised something that hurt more than I could say. I was in love with Edward Cullen. There was no other way to describe it.

My parents told me all about where we were going - Lakeshore East, Chicago. Apparently, it was one of the most expensive, sought-after neighbourhoods in all of Chicago. Figures. I supposed that I should have predicted that, but I'd expected a slightly more humble place to live. Not happening.

I didn't forget about Edward, and all the other friends I'd made in my three months of living in Forks. In fact, the first thing I did once I had a decent signal and some privacy in the airport was call Edward's number. Before I'd even hit the call button, my phone was snatched out of my hand by my father, and he threw it down on the floor. I huge crack ran through the screen, and splinters flew. He'd destroyed my only contact with those I cared for, completely and utterly. Apparently, it was for my own. Not a day had gone by in six years that I didn't think of Edward.

The moment we reached the house, I was struck speechless. Not in a good way. The house - or mansion - was large, ostentatious, pompous, flamboyant and extravagant. It was built to impress, and it was a place that I was ashamed to live in. It was nothing like the modest homes that I'd become accustomed to in Forks. While I had, admittedly, quite liked our house in Forks, that was probably half the size of the building that towered in front of me.