Entwined in Shadows ( Rosalie Hale ) Twilight Saga Fanfiction

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The cruiser's engine hummed a low, comforting tune as we made our way through the rain-slicked streets of Port Angeles. I sat in the front seat, the fabric of the old cruiser's upholstery familiar and oddly comforting under my fingertips. Mathias had nudged me here, his silent message clear: it was time to bridge the gap between Charlie and me.

Charlie's voice, tinged with a mix of excitement and nostalgia, filled the cabin. "So, Bells, I've been thinking about your transportation. I remember you're not much of a bike person," he chuckled, casting a glance in my direction.

I couldn't help but smile, despite the knot of anxiety in my stomach. "Yeah, bikes and I don't really get along," I admitted.

"Well, I found something a bit more... sturdy. A truck, actually. It belonged to Billy Black. You remember him, right?" Charlie's eyes were hopeful, almost boyish in their anticipation of my reaction.

I nodded, the memories of Billy Black's warm, hearty laughter echoing in my mind. "Of course, I remember Billy. How is he doing?"

Charlie's smile faltered slightly, a shadow crossing his features. "He's been better. He's in a wheelchair now, can't drive. That's why he sold me the truck for you-real cheap."

A truck. The word echoed in my mind, a mixture of dread and curiosity blooming within me. "What kind of truck?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

"It's a Chevy," Charlie said, pride lacing his words. "Solid build, can handle the weather here. And don't worry about the mechanics; Jacob, Billy's son, he's quite the whiz with engines. He's kept it running smooth."

I turned to look at him, my heart swelling with a blend of gratitude and guilt. "Dad, you didn't have to do that. I could've managed."

Charlie's hand found mine, his grip firm and reassuring. "I wanted to, Bells. Consider it a welcome-back gift. Besides, it'll give you some independence, something I know you cherish."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded.

"That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it." No need to add that me being happy in Forks will be unlikely. He didn't need to feel guilty about me not liking forks so i kept those thought to myself. And I guess having a free truck -with a fixed engine is a good first step into adjusting.

"Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks.

We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for Conversation. We stared out the windows in silence.

It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. It was too green - an alien planet.

The rain had eased into a soft drizzle by the time Charlie's cruiser turned into the driveway, its headlights cutting through the misty Forks evening. Bella peered through the rain-speckled window, her eyes landing on the truck parked in front of the house-a sturdy Chevy with a faded red paint job that hinted at adventures of decades past.

"It's got character, doesn't it?" Charlie said, following her gaze. "That truck's been around, but it'll get you where you need to go."

Mathias let out a low whistle, impressed despite himself. "Looks like it could survive a zombie apocalypse," he joked, breaking the tension that had settled in the car.

Bella couldn't help but smile as she stepped out, her boots splashing in a puddle. The truck was indeed a beast, its rounded fenders and bulbous cab giving it a personality all its own. It was the kind of vehicle that promised reliability and, perhaps, a touch of rebellion.

Inside, the house was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cool, damp air outside. Charlie led them in, a sense of pride evident in his stride. "I'll get your bags," he offered, but Mathias was already hefting their luggage from the trunk, his role as the protective older brother never waning.

Bella's room awaited her, a cozy space that felt both new and familiar. The walls were a calming shade of blue, the color of the sky just after a storm. A white canopy bed sat against one wall, its sheer curtains adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise simple room.

"I thought you might like the canopy," Charlie said, a little awkwardly. "It's new... well, new for you."

Bella ran her fingers over the soft fabric, a smile tugging at her lips. "It's beautiful, Dad. Thank you," she said, her voice sincere. The room, with its lace curtains and the promise of quiet nights listening to the rain, was more than she could have hoped for.

As the night wore on, the small house filled with the sounds of their reunion-the clinking of dishes, the murmur of conversation, and the underlying melody of rain on the roof. It was a symphony of simple pleasures, a reminder that sometimes, home isn't a place, but the people you share it with.