Every life has a story

Every life has a story... Every story has an ending...

Things just can't get any better.

"I'm due for dinner at my parents place in 20 minutes"

"What do I do if she calls again?"

"Just have her call me. She's my client. I'll take care of it."

"Oh well okay." We say our good-byes.

I slide my phone closed and drop it in my purse. Heading to my parents I make a mental note to thank James, for all he does for me. I don't have time to go home and change. My mother is just going to have to deal with me the way I am.

I moved to Chicago, and when I decided I didn't like it I moved back to Carlisle. My parents mostly my mother begged me to move back in with them. I've been on my own too long. I opted for my own house, on Watts Lane. I am hardly home, it suites me perfect.

I stiffen, as a motorcycle pulls up beside me. It's obscene, it drowns out my music. I hate motorcycles, if Talon had been in his car that night...

I would still have my late fiancée...

Never mind. I had to push that aside. The light turned green I stomped on the gas petal.

By the time I got to my parents house I felt much better. Only to see that the motorcycle that zipped past me now stood in my parents driveway.

'Great'

I just know that my day isn't going to get any better. I grab the present that I got for Belle since I am hardly around to be with her.

"They got company Miss Falconeri."

"Thanks Rose, any idea on what they plan on feeding me?"

"I'm sure it's something normal Miss." She said as she strode off upstairs.

I sighed and proceeded to the kitchen where my mother was making some sort of concoction. She was always one too want to cook. During the holidays is my favorite.

'mmm'

"Hi Mom."

"Chloe! Welcome back." She opened her arms for a hug. "I'm so glad you came, and on time too. We have a guest." She drew away and cupped my face. Her eyes looking me over.

"You look pale. Have you been eating okay and taking your supplements?"

I lifted my hand in a vague gesture. "Mom. I've been very busy." I lay my sisters present on the counter.

"Honey, you need to take care of yourself. Regardless of how busy you are" I sigh. I really didn't want to get into a fight. Not tonight.

Notes: I am sorry that this is so short. But I wanted to get everything started. Now that it is started, I can get things moving. If things start jumping around, I'm sorry but It will all make sence in the end. Thanks for reading. Votes and comments are always welcome. ;)