Love Me Sweetly ( An Alec Volturi love story)

Prologue: The start of my life

Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction. I don't own the things that Stephenie Meyer came up with. I only own what I come up with.

This is my new Alec love story...I hope you like it. I couldn't not upload it! It was bugging me so much, so here lol I hope that you guys like where this is going. It is very unique and I haven't read anything quite similar to this...so just tell me what you think and VOTE AND COMMENT!!

LOVE YOU GUYS!! :)

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Prologue.

" Momma! Momma! Lookie! I drew you something in school today!" I yelled excitedly as I raced through the front door and into the kitchen where my mom was preparing supper. She had a dark gray color surrounding her like a dark cloud, but when she saw me she smiled and the dark gray became yellow.

The school bus just dropped me off. I was in the 1st grade...and I was turning 7 in a few more weeks.

I held up my drawing and my mom gave a suprised gasp and said lovingly " Oh, sweetie it's beautiful! Is that us holding hands?" 

" Yes! and that's a tree, and that's our house!" I said pointing to said objects.

" Oh! You're such a good drawer! You should make me masterpieces like this more often!" My mom said as she pulled me in for a tight hug.

She smelt like pizza. Mommy worked in the local pizza shop...my dad...well I don't know what he does...but mom says that it's bad...and that I should never talk to my dad about it.

My parents seemed to be totally different from each other. My mom had short brown hair and friendly gray eyes. People at my school said she has boy hair, but I think she's beautiful. She's really skinny and she always goes out of her way to spend time with me. I look up to her, she's so sweet and she makes me laugh. Dad on the other hand had bright red hair and blue eyes. He's ok, but he never smiles or talks to me much...he's to busy with work. If he's not working...he's drinking stuff that makes him act funny. Mom always tries to keep me away from him. He makes me feel worried. I never know if he's going to be nice or not. Sometimes he yells at me for no reason....but afterwards mommy always makes me feel better.

" Ok! I will!" I said excitedly, I was ready to draw her another picture.

" S**T!!!!!!" an angry voice screamed from outside the house.

My mom sucked in a worried breath before looking down at me wide-eyed.

" Honey...did you forget to clean up your toys from outside?" Mom asked hurriedly.

" Ooops." I said worriedly.

I didn't like the expression on mommy's face at all. She looked scared.

" WHO LEFT THE TOYS OUT!!!" my father screamed again.

" Honey, follow me...now...." My mom said seriously taking my hand and dragging me to her bedroom and scooting me under the bed. " Honey, promise me you will stay under here, no matter what...promise me you won't make a sound...don't cry and don't scream.....make it seem like you aren't down there...ok? I'll tell you when you can come out!"

I whimpered in fear. What's going on?

I heard the front door slam and heard footsteps coming into the bedroom. I kept my hands over my mouth to keep myself silent and I stayed utterly still.

"Where is that little b****, Jenna?!" My father's voice boomed.

" She's not come home from school yet...the bus must be late...and Jeremy...she's not a b****...she's a little girl. Our baby." My mom said softly.