I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA

A/N: I got this idea while watching the new CW show "In The Dark" and thought it'd make a good story.

"Excuse me," I mutter, purposely stumbling past every single person in the line at the airport McDonald's. Pretzel leads me forward past all of the muttering angry people. "I'm sorry, I can't see where I'm going. Sorry." The fake apology doesn't sound true on my lips, and I don't even try to hide the fact that I know that I'm cutting in line. But I already know that no one will say anything to the blind girl with a baby strapped to her chest.

I know we've reached the font of the line when I feel Pretzel sit down, and I reach forward and put my hand on the cold countertop. And let go of Pretzel's harness and start speaking without waiting for the person on the other side of the counter to greet me.

"Can I have a ten piece nugget meal?" I say. There's silence for a moment, and I imagine the person trying to contain their annoyance.

"Okay," a girl's voice finally answers, her voice strained. I hear bustling around, metal clanking and something that seems like a grilling noise. The noise of people talking and laughing and shouting around me kind of overwhelms me. Why do they have to be so loud? I prefer the silence.

"Make it medium, but with a large Coke. And uh…" I should probably get something for the kid. But she's only fourteen months old so there's only so many things that she can eat from McDonald's. "A Go-Gurt, I guess."

"Jess!" a man's voice calls out from a few feet behind me. I don't recognize it and I frown, wondering who the hell it could be. I feel a hand touch my right arm, and I instantly jerk it away.

"Who the hell are you?" I question the stranger. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. A person (mostly men) comes up to me and tries to pretend like they know me in order to try and get into my pants. Most of the time it works, but still…

"Wow, you'd think that you'd remember your own big brother." And then it clicks and I recognize the voice. The last time I saw Paul was nearly eleven years ago, when I was six and he was sixteen. It was before I lost my sight so I don't remember what he looks like let along what his voice sounds like.

"Well I think I get a pass considering it's been ten years and I'm, ya know, blind," I shoot back at him. I turn my attention back to the McDonald's employee. "How much will it be?"

"Eight ninety-seven," the girl answers. I fish in my pocket and slap down what I'm hoping is a ten dollar bill on the counter. A second later I feel Paul's warm hands take one of mine and gently places the change into it.

"Thanks." I pocket the change, and grab Pretzel's harness. "Let's go," I tell him. He stands up and we move over a little so that other people can order.

"So, is this her?" I know he's referring to Ellie.

"Yeah. The little spawn is a result of Mom not knowing how to work a condom. I swear you'd think she'd know better."

"Jeez, Mom must have been, what? Forty-four when the kid popped out? You'd think she'd have gone through the change by then." I snort.

"If that were the case, then at least I wouldn't be stuck raising the kid while she's shooting it up in Vegas."

"You won't be raising her alone. You know Dad and I will help."

"I doubt Dad will help raise a kid that isn't his. He only said that he'd take her because of me." Because even though I'd never say it out loud, I love the little spawn more than I care to admit.

"Maybe, but I'm sure he'll come to see her as his own. Oh! Before I forget to tell you, we received all your stuff yesterday and Dad and I set up your room as well as Ellie's." I sigh.

"Dad didn't have to move because of me," I say as a McDonald's employee calls out my order. I reach out and a paper bag and a cold cup is placed in my hands. Without even needing to ask him, Paul takes both out of my hand, as I need to keep ahold of Pretzel's harness.

"Yes, he did. He lived in a two story house with all of the bedrooms and bathrooms on the second floor. He didn't want you to have to struggle to get around." He loops his arm with mine and four of us make our way outside and to what I'm assuming is his car. I hate that they think that I'm this fragile thing that can't get by without someone always watching over me. I've been blind for seven years and have learned to do most everything by myself. About a year after I went blind, mother dearest started gambling and drinking. Thankfully, her gambling led to her being able afford for me to get a guide dog. I don't know what I'd do without Pretzel. I hated walking with that stupid stick. But I still learned to do a lot of things on my own.

"I would have learned how to walk up and down the step, Paul. I'm not an infant. I swear it's like you guys are stuck in the nineteen-twenties and think that I'll go walking off a cliff the second you leave me alone."

"But that's the point. We don't want you to have to learn how to get around your own house. We want you to be able to take it easy." I shake my head, knowing he'll never get it. He doesn't understand that I won't live at home forever, and will at some point, need to do things that will be harder for me because I can't see. "And I don't think that. We're just being cautious." I snort loudly.

"Yeah, well, be cautious somewhere else. I don't need your pity."

Once we reach Paul's car, I allow him to take Ellie so he can strap her into her car seat, while I unstrap the baby carrier. I then feel around until I get ahold of the back door handle, and open the door.

"Get in, Pretzel," I usher the dog into the car and close the door, making my way into the passenger seat.

"What do you want to listen to? I've got Bruno Mars, Maroon 5, Eminem, Drake." I scrunch my nose, not really liking any of the selections that much. I go with the lesser of four evils.

"Bruno, I guess." Luckily, he turns the radio up loud enough that we won't be able to talk. I open the window and allow my head to lean against the door, with the wind blowing in my face. It's cool and crisp and smells like it's been raining.

I haven't been to La Push since my parents got divorced. I had been young at the time and I honestly don't remember much. Just that there was a beach. It was my favorite part of the town. After the divorce, Mom got custody of me, and since Paul was old enough, he decided to stay with Dad. After that he'd take me on yearly vacations during the summer. We went to Disneyland, the grand canyon, New York City. But after I lost my sight, he distanced himself from me. I think he was scared how to act around me, and I can understand that. I didn't know how to act around myself. And I think he feels guilty in some way. He's a carrier retinitis pigmentosa, a genetic disorder that causes a loss of cells in the retina and can cause vision loss. Unfortunately, I inherited that gene and lost my sight, while Paul was lucky and isn't even a carrier. So instead of coming to visit me, he's been sending me money every other week and helped pay for Pretzel.

But I can tell he's going to hover over me like I'm a child. Hopefully I can prove to him that I can take care of myself. After all, I've been doing it for years now.

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~Gina