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(Chapter Edited: 10/6/19)

"...It was then that my life was never going to be the same again. In that accident I didn't just lose my mum I lost my dad too. I lost the two most important people in my life. Now I'm being transferred into a new permanent foster home in La Push, Washington DC. – Abigail xx"

Previously: ...everyone was going into their cars to leave Tracey and Adam made their way over to me. I placed the flowers onto the graves, placed my right hand on their head stone "I'm sorry." I got up and began walking away before anyone could speak to me again.   

Abigail's POV

^^^ Abigail's Outfit ^^^

I go into my wardrobe and grab my black hooded jumper, denim skinny jeans and my black and white converse. I grab my black tank top from my drawer before I quickly go into the bathroom with my clothes in my arms, I have a quick shower washing my hair and body along with my face. As I get out I grab my fluffy white towel and wrap it around my slim body, grabbing my second towel for my hair I quickly wrap my hair up in the towel to absorb the water. 

I dry my face and body, changing into my clothes. I grab my tooth brush and paste and begin to brush my teeth. Once done I spit the toothpaste out into the sink rinsing my mouth with cold water before patting my mouth dry with the towel. I pug in my hairdryer into the wall socket and take my towel off my head and use my brush as I dry my hair. Tossing my head around as I brush through it while drying, my hair is left in its natural loose curls down my back. 

Unplugging the hairdryer I leave it on the left side of my sink to cool. While I'm waiting for it to cool I open my sinks cabinets in there is my makeup bag which I grab out, pulling out what I need I begin to do my face. Once finished I put my makeup and toiletry bag into my suitcase along with the now cooled hairdryer stuffing them around the sides so that I can put all the clothes left in my wardrobe as well as my shoes on top to fill this suitcase up. 

I zip up the first suitcase which is now bulging. I go around the room I have been living in for the past 6 months with Tracey and Adam. Grabbing my photos off my mirror and putting them into a protector to put in my bag. I see my camera bag hanging on the wall, I grab it before putting it in my suitcase.

I grab my many photo frames from the wall, shelves, desks and bedside table I put them all in my second suitcase. Which is also being filled with my clothes that didn't fit in the first suitcase. I grab my perfumes and wrap them up so that they don't break and leak everywhere. Grabbing my grandmothers old jewellery box I put it in the side compartment. 

Grabbing my many books off of my shelves I slide them into spaces that I find. Now full, I zip up the suitcase. Both are bulging in their full state. My backpack is already packed with some books to read, my iPod and my phone, and other personal belongings that I don't want in my suitcases. Along with food and drinks for the plane trip. 

I walk down the hallway with my two suitcases trailing behind me and my backpack on my back. I see Tracey and Adam in the kitchen talking quietly "hey I'm all packed." When I say this it brings their attention to me.

I see tears in Tracey's eyes and feel so bad that I have to leave them. All they have ever wanted were children and now the first child they have been able to look after has to go into another foster home. We leave the house and go into the car on the front driveway. Adam hops into the driver's seat and Tracey in the passengers as I get into the back flashbacks from the accident go through my mind and I tense up in the car suddenly feeling very claustrophobic in hear. 

As Adam pulls out of the driveway I see the house become smaller as we begin to drive down the street heading to the Canadian Airport. I see the many trees that lined the properties disappear and replaced with city buildings and the airport. Adam parks the car in the parking spaces and gets out with Tracey following suit. I hear the boot open and hear the moving of bags in the back. I breathe deeply before shakily opening the back door.

I close the door behind me adjusting my jumper and pants as I get out and stretch. I grab the suitcases from Adams hands and follow them into the airport to wait for my flight to be called. As we walk into the large double glass doors they slide open quietly allowing us entrance into the spacious airport. 

We walk to the desk where I have to give them my luggage and get my ticket checked off. "Abigail, you know you don't have to go, you could-" Tracey was trying to get me to stay in Canada with her and Adam. 

"-stay here with you, I know, but the social workers have found me a new permanent foster home somewhere in Washington." Tracey hugs me and kisses me on the head 

"I just wish we could have you. It feels like yesterday when you were brought to us..." 

"But it's been 6 months. I know, but you deserve someone who is better than me."

Tracey hugs me again "you are amazing Abigail don't ever put yourself down." I smile and nod I go over to Adam and give him a hug 

"Hey kiddo. I'm gonna miss my little mechanic around here." I will give him credit trying to make light in a dark situation. I laugh a little but I can see the tears in his eyes 

"Its okay. I will call you both." I start to pull back from the tight hug Adam had on me when the intercom at the airport sounded, signalling that I have a fight to catch. 

"LAST CALL FOR BOARDING ON FLIGHT 279 TO FORKS WASHINGTON" I have to go.

I grab my backpack, two suitcases "I gotta go now guys. Thank you both so much for looking after me for so long. I'm gonna miss you both so much." I said while I was starting to walk away to get to the terminal, Tracey shouts

"E-mail me when you can, I love you sweetie!" I gotta love Tracey for that. I board the plane with one last glance at Tracey and Adam from over my shoulder, things are about to get interesting, I can feel it. I grab my iPod from my backpack and put the earplugs in before turning the volume up loud enough to drown out the plane noises. 

Grabbing my black diary from my backpack I open it to where my page holder is and click my pen, placing the ballpoint tip on the paper I begin to write. What I feel, what is going on? Just anything to take my mind off of the flight and to absorb the nervousness I'm feeling. Sighing, I set my pen and diary down before massaging my palm whihc had started to cramp, I look over and gaze out of the window looking at the fluffy white clouds. I feel a smile slide onto my lips as I decide to put my things away in my backpack before leaning back and closing my eyes. 

Drifting into a dreamless sleep. I'm awoken by the feeling of my shoulder being shaken, I slowly open my eyes, brown eyes peeking out from dark lashes. I see a blonde flight attendant with a warm smile "it's time to wake up sweetheart. The plane has landed." I give her a small smile 

"Thanks." I get up from my plane seat and stretch out my taught and stiff muscles and feel my joints pop and crack as I move. Grabbing my backpack from the ground and slinging it over one shoulder, I walk down the aisles of the plane till I make it to the stairs into the terminal. I begin walking down the glass corridor with many people surrounding me. 

As I make my way out I stand and look around for someone, anyone. Whoever is supposed to pick me up? I wait a little longer and see a woman looking around above the heads of the people. The passengers from the flight have gone now and there are only some people left in the airport.

The woman from earlier makes her way towards me with a warm smile it is only then that I notice the three scars. They run from her left temple down her cheek and arm to her hand even though it pulls her eye down and make half her mouth scowl she still looks undoubtedly beautiful. "Are you Abigail?" she asks pleasantly 

"Yeah. Are you Emily Young?" I ask timidly back she nods and a bright beaming smile spread across her face. I see a tall man that looks vaguely familiar, walk over to Emily he was at least 7 foot and just muscles, he looked intimidating with his height and size but when his eyes landed on Emily. It was as if he saw the sun, a look of love went across his face. The same look that my parents shared and what Tracey and Adam would share.

He wrapped a large tanned arm around Emily's waist and nuzzled her neck before reaching his other arm out to me to shake "I'm Sam. You must be Abigail." He has a nice smile when he talks to me. I smile shyly and shake his warm hand it's only than that I realise why he looks familiar he was one of the guys who was there when Paul went all aggressive at me. 

I quickly let go of his hand as if it burned me. Which in actual case it was. Sam looks at me confused and sends a look at Emily they quickly go into discussion quietly throwing words back at each other both briefly flicking their gaze at me at some points. It finished when Emily declares they will finish this later. I smile small.

After the brief argument we go outside the airport and walk towards the blue truck that I was told is Sam's. The said man put my suitcases in the trucks tray. I hop into the back while Sam and Emily were in the front, we pull out of Fork's airport's carpark and we make our way down the forest lined road. 

Towards La Push where Sam and Emily had a house on the Quileute Reservation where I will be spending the rest of my teenage life. As we were driving I couldn't help but look at all of the green tall trees that were around, this area was beautiful. I could already tell that this was a good place for me to be. Take my mind off things.

As we drove I saw we got closer to where people were living as lots of small wooden houses came into view, we drove down a few more roads until we came up to a gravel driveway. All this reminding me when my family and I went to see Monica and her family. The same night I lost both of my parents all because of him and me. I shake the thoughts from my head. Continuing to look at the beautiful scenery surrounding this reservation. 

Sam puts the truck in park before killing the ignition. Taking the keys out of the ignition Sam pockets them before climbing out of the truck. The cabin shakes a little after he leaves. Emily is already out of the truck and going to the front of the house with Sam on her heels, carrying my luggage in his arms.

I get out of the truck and make my way over to the front door where Emil is standing waiting for me "Sam is just taking your bags to your room" she smiles kindly and I can't help but smile back at her. We both walk inside I get a homey feel straight away. A soft glow is in the house and a beautiful woodsy natural smell is what hits your nose until it is assaulted by the smell of freshly baked goods. 

On the bench sits a plate with cookies covered with a lid but the kitchen still has that smell after something has been made. Emily takes me up to my new room, as we enter I see all of my bags but no Sam until I see him coming out of another room I'm going to guess the linen.

He has a blanket in his arms and puts it on the beds quilt before leaving the room. Not before kissing Emily on the cheek. Emily smiles and turns to me "so, I hope you like the room. Hopefully it is big enough for you. The bed has all of the sheets on there is an extra blanket if you need any more there are some in the linen down the hall."

Emily made a casserole for dinner and it surprised me when she made two. I asked her why and she said "because Sam eats a lot and he can eat some before and after work" after that was said I dropped the topic. We sit down at the table and Sam begins to dig in hurriedly gulping down his large amount while Emily smiles and begins to eat her serving. 

I clasp my hands on top of the table and close my eyes. Saying a small thank you to God. I open my eyes to see Emily and Sam both staring at me. I blush under their gazes before Emily smiles and reaches out and places a soft hand over my clasped ones. I smile and don't reel back from the touch. She takes her hand back and beginnings to eat.

A warmth feels my body after the sign of comfort "thank you Emily for the dinner" I say politely before I pick up the fork in my right hand and take a small portion of my serving and taste it. It melts in my mouth and tastes like heaven. I moan in my throat quietly might I add and devour my serving. It was delicious. 

I see Emily smile softly at me and Sam is already helping himself to thirds. Emily gestures to me to have another lot and I smile. Grabbing the serving spoon I take another plate full to eat. This was the best thing I have ever eaten. After I finish my second plate of dinner I begin to get up from the table and collect all the plates before Emily can protest.

I walk into the kitchen and place the dishes on the side and fill the sink with warm water and detergent. I begin to slowly wash the dishes, as I'm nearly done Emily comes in "you didn't have to do those." 

I look at her and nod "I know but it was something that I always did with my-my mum..." tears are now lining my eyes and I silently continue to wash the dishes. When I'm done I come out of the warm kitchen to see Emily at the table looking over a cookbook, she also has a smaller book next to her and her right hand is moving quickly copying out a recipe.

I smile and walk down the hallway to go into my room. As I enter I see my suitcases and the time only being 6:30pm. I grab my suitcases and begin to unpack, putting all of my clothes and shoes in my wardrobe and my drawers. Photo frames going up on benches and bedside tables and shelves, I will hang some up later. 

I go into the bathroom which is across from me and put in my makeup bag and different styling tools along with my toiletry bag. I keep my toothbrush in the container on the sink and my toothpaste on the bench for easy access. I put my shampoo, conditioner, face and body wash into the shower. I go back into my room and put my laptop on the small desk along with my diary.

I take this time to really look at my room. The walls are painted a soft off white colour with a white ceiling and trimming, on my large window is a window seat where a few colourful pillows, mattress and throw rug are on. My bed was on the right side of my room next to my window with a dark quilt, pillows and another throw rug, plus the extra blanket Sam gave me. 

Along the walls are shelves that I have filled with my trinkets and photo frames. There is a small wooden hand crafted desk on the furthest wall in my room next to my wardrobe. I have my laptop and diary resting on the smooth surface along with a desk light I also added my small makeup mirror which lights up and has another side that's magnified.

On the wall opposite my window I have a mirror in the middle with non-framed photos stuck on with blue tack and some jewellery on the corner. I smile it was a nice gesture how my room was styled in a simple way to allow for me to change anything if I wanted too. I look over at the clock and notice that it is 7:45pm, I yawn while trying not to. 

^^^ Abigail's Sleepwear ^^^

But I give up and go over to my drawers on the wall next to my bed and begin to get ready for bed, going into my second drawer grabbing my baggy jumper that said 'I would rather be asleep' and my black leggings as my pyjamas and slipping them on. I put my hair up into a messy bun as I walk towards the bathroom.

I grab my toothbrush and paste out and run the brush under the water before putting it in my mouth and begin to brush my teeth with my right hand. Humming in my head as I go I spit the toothpaste out and rinse my mouth with water, before wiping it dry with the handtowel. After I walk back into my room rubbing my hand over my face as I walk out my room and down the hallway towards the kitchen and lounge room where Emily and Sam are watching t.v. It's only 8pm but I'm knackered.

Walking towards them I hear low speaking between them before they abruptly stop and turn to me. Emily gives me a warm smile while Sam just looks at me, "thank you again, for this" I look down at the ground suddenly feeling very insecure "I'm just heading to bed so goodnight both of you. See you in the morning. I guess." I smile weakly at them and see a pained look go over Emily's face before she plasters a smile on 

"That's okay. You've had a long day. I'll be cooking breakfast for 8am and there will be people over...if you're comfortable with that, that is" she quickly adds on I smile 

"It's fine, goodnight" I walk back towards the guest room.

I go into the room and look around the room seeing all of my photos out already and my two suitcases sitting on the floor near the window. I smile and hop into bed before turning over and looking at the picture frame on my bedside table "night mum and dad" I whisper to the photo of my mum and dad's smiling faces next to each other. I turn my light off as a tear slips from my eye as I close my eyes and snuggle deeper into my blankets, muffling my sobs.

  0oOo0oEnd of Chapter 2o0oOo0  

A/N: Okay so that is the second chapter done over 3000 words not too bad haha I hope you enjoyed it and will stick around to continue reading the next parts I promise the story picks up and you will begin to see shifts in plot and characters.

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