Hello, so this is my first story. Ever. It may be a bit boring and terribly written, I'm not a native speaker so there will probably be a lot of mistakes. sorry for that. I'd love to get some constructive critisism or, if you would like the story, a review with how good it is ;) Thank you for reading this. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Chapter 1

I looked out of my bedroom window and watched my dad walk to his car, after slamming the front door with as much might he could muster. With an angry look on his face, he stepped into his car and drove away.

My parents had had another fight. Lately that happened more frequently and ended with my dad leaving the house and my mother crying downstairs. And I just stayed upstairs. I listened to what they were yelling at each other and watched my dad running away and heard my mom crying. I never did anything about it anymore, nor did I cry when I saw my dad go. Guess I grew used to it after all this years. My parents always had had a relationship with ups and many, many downs. I remember crying when I was younger, being angry with them because they always fought. Because I didn't have a normal family to grow up in, like my friends. When I grew older, I sort of found peace with it. Once I had asked why they just didn't get a divorce. They had looked at each other from across the room and then my dad had answered: because we love you. After that, there had been a period of peace. We had gone on a city trip, had long walks in the park, we did family stuff. It was nice to have a normal family for once. On the other hand, I was also waiting, terrified, for when this happiness would end. In the end I didn't have to wait for long.

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table, holding a cup of tea, staring out of the window. I went to sit next to her. I noticed the markings of tears on her cheeks and her red eyes, her hands were shaking slightly. I wondered how long they were going to keep this up. Apparently it wasn't enough to love just me to keep them from fighting like this. Big shock there. I gently placed my hand on her arm and she turned to face me, smiling miserably. She turned her head away from me, ashamed to let me see her like this.

"When is he coming back?"

She merely shrugged her shoulders. Right, why would she care. With a sigh I stood up and started on the dinner. Mostly my mom would cook, but when she was like this, I took over. I wasn't as good as my mom but she taught me quite well, so I wasn't horrible either. After 20 minutes I had set the table and made spaghetti. My mom and I ate in absolute silence and after that she went to the living room, leaving me alone with the dishes. I washed them and put the left over spaghetti in the fridge, in case my father would come home tonight.

My computer screen was informing me that I had gotten a new e-mail.

Hey Eve!

How are you at the other side of the country? No problems with your parents? Charlie is worried about aunt Helen, in his own way of course. I don't really get why he just doesn't call her.

Here in Forks it's mostly raining. Big shock, I know. Edward came back, and everything went back to normal. I wish you could meet him. And Jake, you should meet Jake to. Although he is giving me the cold shoulder at the moment. It's frustrating actually.

I wish I could see you more often.

Greets Bells. xxx

Ah, so this Edward guy had come back and now they were back together. I wasn't sure I liked that. Last winter all the mails I had received from Bells had always been depressive, as if written by a zombie. I had once called and Charlie had answered. He had sounded tired and like he didn't know what to do anymore. He had told me that since that Edward kid had left, Bella had trouble sleeping, hell, she didn't even seem alive. But apparently an old friend of her, Jacob Black, had looked after her and helped her live again. But this mail sounded like Bella again.

I think Charlie asked her to write it. He seemed to be worried about mom, which isn't so weird since they were siblings. Charlie had always looked after his little sister and he wasn't really happy when she decided to go live at the other side of the country because she met some guy there. Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't right. The marriage of my parents didn't really mean anything anymore. I had the hope that they would become a happy couple given up a long time ago.

I decided I should write an e-mail back, just for Charlie's peace of mind. But what to write? The truth: that they hadn't spoken to each other for weeks, unless when they were fighting? That my dad slept on the sofa, and looked like he was homeless? Or would I tell a lie, so Charlie wouldn't be worried. Tell them that everything was ok, that there weren't any problems. I decided I would go with the truth.

Hey Bells,

I'm happy things are going the way they should be in the rainy Forks. Unfortunately, things are the same here too. Mom and dad don't really speak with each other any more, unless they are yelling. I don't know how long they'll be able to pretend or how long they are going to keep up their marriage. I know Charlie asked you to ask about mom and I know you will tell him what I tell you, but please make it sound less bad than it is? My mom's quite ashamed of all this, I think, and I don't want Charlie to worry too much. Perhaps he should just call.

I have a favour to ask you. If things turn out really bad here, can I come stay with you at Forks? I'm getting really tired of all their fighting. You don't have to reply immediately, it's quite a hard question.

Say hi to Charlie from me, and tell your boyfriend to be good to you (if he doesn't want any problems with me).

Kisses Eve xxx

I placed my guitar next to me when I heard my dad call me from downstairs. The last few days my dad had been home. My parents didn't talk with each other, but at least they didn't yell either. They were both sitting in the living room, each at the other side of the sofa with as much space between them as possible.

"Evelyne, please sit down. We need to talk."

My dad gestured to the seat opposite of him. I was silently wondering what they wanted to tell me? I hadn't caused any problems for as far as I could remember. I glanced from my mom to my dad and back. My dad looked calm but mom was nervous, her hands shaking. I waited expectantly. Scared.

"Evelyne, honey, you know we love you, we really do, but this can't go on. Your mother and I can't live together any longer. We're getting divorced."

Both my parents were watching me intensely, fearing my reaction but my expression didn't change. I mean, it wasn't that big a surprise. They were still looking anxiously to me and to each other, as if they thought that I hadn't really understood the meaning of their news. Perhaps I hadn't, but I wasn't really shocked. So my parents had finally admitted to each other and themselves that they couldn't keep this up. One of them would move out, or perhaps both. And I, I would have to go with one of them. But how can you possibly chose between your parents, between the two people you love unconditionally? My next question was something they both had anticipated.

"Ok, so what's going to happen next?"

"we're going to sell the house, and go live with our new lovers. I'd like it very much if you moved in with me and Catherine."

What? New lovers? As in two? They had been betraying each other the whole time?

"What are you saying 'coming to live with you'? She's coming along with me! why would she go live in Atlanta? Her live is here!"

"You're moving to Atlanta? You're both moving in with your new lover?"

They stopped arguing at my sudden outburst. Both looking a bit guilty.

"How long have you both been seeing someone else around each others back?"

A long silence followed where my parents dared each other to speak first. In the end my mom gave in.

"A year. I have been dating Adam for a year now, he's a good man who loves me and cares for me. He'd love to meet you Eve, he lives not far from here. You could stay at school and stay with your friends. Please, don't leave me."

I saw my father roll his eyes in irritation at my mothers pleading voice. It seemed as if they had argued about this before, about who would keep me. As if I was a piece of furniture. The thought was more painful than imagined. I looked at my father expectantly, waiting for the story of his affair.

"I've been seeing Catherine for a little more than a year. She lives in Atlanta in a very pretty house in a very nice neighbourhood. You would like her I'm sure. You're life could be just as good there as here, if not better."

This was all quite overwhelming. In the last ten minutes my parents had told me that they would get a divorce, that they would go live with their new partners and thus selling the house, and to top it all off, they were now arguing over who would get me. I could handle the first, and the selling of the house. I was shocked that they already had somebody else, and for quite a time too. It was shocking but still understandable when you thought about it. But the fact that they were arguing about me, as if I was a thing and not a person, was making my blood boil!

When I looked up again, I saw them yelling at each other. Yet again arguing who would be the best to take me with them. I had enough. I stood up, walked out of the room and slammed the door so hard that it must be heard at the other side of town. I all but ran to my room, hoping to get to my phone as soon as possible. While I was hearing the phone go over, I locked my door when I heard the door open downstairs and hasty footsteps on the stairs. At the other side of the line, Bella answered the phone.

"Bella, I need an answer to that favour I asked you. Now."

Tadaaa... So please send me a review. I'm totaly new at this and I would love to hear what you think of it. Thank you for reading!

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