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CECILIA'S DEVASTATION would last for years. The time she spent with herself after the bad encounter lasted about an hour before her mother's thin finger graced the doorknob to Cecilia's room. Her firm knuckles quickly hammered against the upper part of the piece of dark wood, Cecilia ears peaking up instantly.
„Yes." She demanded, not ready to talk to anyone unless Nathan or perhaps, a dog. The dark hair that belonged to her mother showed first, soon after her beautiful face that was starting to form a few wrinkles forming around her mouth, eyes and forehead appeared. The small woman let herself in, letting herself sink into the other side of her daughters bed. Cecilia looked at her mother with glossy eyes, the woman had noticed Cecilia's changed in the matter of a few days, the girl coming home from school after around an hour, Jacob and Cherry not coming to visit and the weirdest thing of all was the fact that the woman had seen her daughter coming out of a strangers car. Nathan had told his mother that Cecilia admitted to the man being her new friend, also mentioning how Jacob had broken up their friendship.
The woman smiled softly as she starred into the eyes that resembled hers so much, her hands folded over her stomach.
„Jacob left me and I was so confused, then a lot of secrets revealed and I got him back — and then Cherry hooked up with Jaden and I met this guy. He's Jacobs friend and I really think he doesn't want anything bad for me." The girl admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman that went by the name Caroli listened, nodding softly at the words that her daughter spoke to her, understanding what the girl was feeling.
She let out a breath, her eyes drifting to the ceiling, just starting at the white color and the silver reflections of her lamp. Her mind wandered back to her husband, trying to find a few words to help her daughter — but none came to her lips.
„Your father is like an angel to me, Cecilia. After my first boyfriend had hit me and I ran away from home, I felt like I had no one — but then I met your father." The woman spoke, her brown eyes finally meeting her daughters again, the girl fascinated by the beauty and grace her mother held herself with.
„I'm sorry that I'm sometimes too strict with you, I really love you Cecilia and I don't like the way Cherry treated you, you're better off without her." she said, her arabic accent coming through at some words, a thing Cecilia always adored about her mother. The older female stood up slowly, legs steadying on the ground, bending over the bed as her lips pressed against Cecilia's head softly, said girl closing her eyes at the sensation. She enjoyed the smell of her mother, inhaling the scent of vanilla mixed with berrys.
„If you like that guy, invite him to dinner or something — I'll be nice." Caroline smiled, closing the door behind her with a soft thud, Cecilia just smiling back at her mother. The girl felt like she was sick, not able to move out of her bed or eat or do anything humans should do. She felt just so numb — a tingling sensation floating through her entire body.
THE MOMENT CECILIA woke up, her senses were met with unfamiliar noises. The first thing she noticed was the laughter of her mother, the second thing was the voice of her father asking where his glasses were — and the third was an introduction she knew too well by now.
Paul Lahote.
She instantly recognized his voice, the girl rushing to put on clothes and brush her teeth and hair, not even caring about the things she put onto her feet. She ran down the stairs, hair bouncing up and down as she skipped down the stairs. A big smile spread across her face when she saw the figure of Paul standing infront of the closed door, her father patting Paul's shoulder as he laughed at a joke the wolf had told.
His eyes caught his imprints quickly, his smile growing even more. The way he looked at her was adored by Cecilia, his eyes glistening with happiness — smile so big it showed his beautiful teeth. When her eyes met his thin lips, they lingered there for a second. She asked herself if it was because of the imprint she knew about but she quickly realized that even if they had just met without his magical being — she would have fallen for him as well. The week they had spent together felt like she was floating, everything seemed to be easier with Paul around and she never wanted to lose that feeling.
„Good Morning, bear." her fathers voice ringed, the sound bringing her out of her trance. The man had short hair, tho it was long enough that it covered almost all of his neck, curls decorating his handsome face. He wore big glasses, ones that fit him perfectly and he was pretty tall. He was a handsome man, Spanish background but he grew up in Forks. However her mother was a woman of Arabic descendants, growing up in Iran and moving to America just when she turned twenty. That was also the age Caroline met Andrew and they became a family quickly.
Now they watched their daughter fall in love for the first time and luckily to her, they adored the boy already.
„Good Morning." she mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling bare to the boy in front. Never in her life had a boy met her parents nor been in her home. She felt oddly comfortable in a way with Paul here, the thought making her blush because at the same time, she felt extremely shy.
„Hi Paul." she smiled softly, fiddling with her fingers as she still stood on the last stair. He chuckled slightly at the sight, happy with the way she smiled at him, his body just wanting to hug the girl infront of him, but he did not want to rush her.
