Come to Me by Twilight: A Caius Volturi Story

Chapter One: The Journey Home

Come to Me by Twilight.

Chapter One: The Journey Home,

Sometimes you can pinpoint the exact moment in your life when things are changed forever. For me it was when I had to go live with my dad. Mom wanted me to go this time because of my attitude. I hated the man mom married. Now it was like a slap in the face when they decided to take a long holiday without me and to make things worse, I was shipped off to live with dad. Mom had arranged it surprisingly even though she had mixed feelings about him. Dad was the one to leave when I was only 5. I remember how I cried as he packed his bags and left to marry his new girlfriend Cindy. I had protested strongly even for a 5-year-old, but dad would not be persuaded. He was gone. Now I was on my way to him.

I flew from sunny New Mexico to Maine. Cold and harsh weather especially this time of year in January. As I left the airport behind, I tried to convince myself that it was for the better but deep down I was conflicted. I haven't seen my father in two years or talk to him for that matter. Worse yet, I haven't met his wife or my brother who was five years old now. Conflicted again because I might not like Cindy, and she might not like me. Little Michael might be spoiled and a pest.

By the time my plane landed I'd had more time to think and also to worry. Thanks to the winter storms pounding the northeast my flight has been delayed, diverted and unexpected. I had to stay in Boston for two hours. I'd eaten terrible cafeteria food and washed it down with even worse coffee so watered down there was nothing to taste. I'd read a book and the use magazines on the tables with old news I already knew about last month. I've been pushed around by strangers going this way and that in mundane hurry to get to their destinations.

When finally, on my way to Maine, an air pocket made me jumpy, jostled and tense. I was too strung out with anxiety to join the passengers as they mobbed the exits and stayed in my seat close my eyes and try to relax. Suddenly a flight attendant stared me down as I looked up. Red faced with humiliation I hurried to the exit with my meager belongings and went to wait for my dad.

I expected my dad to be on time perhaps by the gate, but he wasn't there. No one was. It was all deserted. Discarded newspapers and left behind trash had a surreal feeling creeping up inside me.

Fighting panic, I had to remind myself that dad lived up the coast of Maine and the weather could be holding him up. I just knew he'd be here soon. I sat down but soon after what seemed to be hours, I imagined something terrible may have happened to him. Maybe he was in an accident. What will I do then? It was dark and cold outside. I knew no one. I didn't have enough money for a return ticket. Even if I had there was nowhere to go. More hours passed and I cried for a while watching helplessly as people pass wishing one were my dad.

Just as the last plane emptied for the evening dad came hurrying towards me. He looked disheveled and worried but at the same time he was the same man I knew from when I was young. Unshaven Brown beard with slight specks of gray adorn his chin but I remember it being soft and he still had a handsome face.

"I'm sorry Raina I barely got through, roads we're terrible. I'm lucky to get here."

I ran and hugged him clinging to him for a time. Tears leaked from my eyes despite myself.

"Oh, dad I was so scared that something happened to you."

Dad apologize again adding, "Don't be silly honey nothing would have stopped me from getting to you tonight. "

I tried to smile and make our union go as I planned but it was just not like the movie's real life sucked.

"You look great," dad complemented gently trying to fill the awkward silence between us. "Prettier than ever. "