Jacob Black - True Imprint, Jessley [best romantic novels in english .txt] 📗

Chapter 1 – Introduction

My name is Kayla Hawkes. I was born on the Reservation of La Push and only had a few good friends. I didn’t make friends that easily, and it didn’t get any easier as it happened when I was eight years old my father Samuel Hawkes passed away. He was everything to me, it was devastating when he suddenly passed, and they say it was a heart attack. My mother had a lot on her hands during this time she was a very fragile type of person, which I looked to my best friends Jake, Em and Quil for comfort. They helped me through my grieving as most of them had experienced a loss of a loved one.

My mother was very lonely after my father’s passing; I stayed mostly by my Nana during my mother’s difficult times. She needed someone in her life someone to take care of her and I couldn’t I was too young. One and half years later after my father’s passing my mother met a British man who swept her off her feet. She fell in love with him and agreed to marry him and move to the United Kingdom.

My mother wasn’t very subtle in choosing when to break the news to me, so she decided to break to me on my tenth birthday. I was very upset as I would be leaving my friends and my Nana behind. I didn’t want to go, I begged my mother if I could stay with my Nana but she said no. After some temper tantrums from my side and Nana kindly advising reassuring me, I eventually went to break the news to my friends. I would be leaving them real soon and won’t be seeing them again. They offered suggestions of ways for me to stay.

Jake even told me he loved me, it was funny, thinking if he told me he loved me it would help me to stay.

The weeks flew by very quickly that my day of leaving everyone forever arrived. My friends came over to my Nana’s to say their last goodbyes. During our painful and sad goodbye, Quil handed me a group photo of the four of us, Em gave me his armband he always wore, Jake give me a leather strapped bracelet with a small hand carved wolf on it. I turned around and walked away, I stole one last glance at my friends standing there next to Nana, Embry and Quil stood there waving and Jake, I caught Jake wiping a tear away, it broke my heart seeing my friends, seeing them for the last time.

All the way to the airport, I cried quietly, holding my photo and wearing my gifts, I swore I would never take off my best friends gifts. I missed my friends already it pained my heart, I then boarded the plane for London. My mother was in love and I couldn’t deny of her happiness, even though I was miserable.


Chapter 2

As hard as we tried to stay in contact, even Nana couldn’t keep up with the contact as she didn’t have a computer only a telephone and it was expensive. My mother wouldn’t let me phone every day to my Nana and my friends. Weeks turned into months, then months moved into the first year and we slowly but surely starting losing touch with each other. Life in London was okay, but I missed my friends and my Nana painfully. As the years went by living in London got easier and my yearning for my friends was healing.

I still wore my armband and my bracelet, my photo was in a frame next to my bed. I mostly kept to myself and I did well at school, brought home good grades. Brian (my mother’s new husband) was nice, he was a good man to my mother, and he loved her dearly. He was never married before and only had one sister Kim. He tried very hard to treat me like a daughter but he understood it was hard for me to return the feelings, although I was never rude or anything nasty to him, I just couldn’t show him the love he probably wanted from a daughter.

We lived a lovely little townhouse with three bedrooms, shortly after moving in he had the house renovated that I now had my own bathroom in my bedroom as they did. The house had a lovely cosy entrance hall which entered into a passage that led one into a large living room and slightly smaller dining room which led into a large kitchen. There was a guest loo underneath the stairs. The dining room had French doors which led out into the conservatory and then out into a lovely garden. Upstairs was the three bedrooms with a family bathroom and a study at the back of the house where Brian used to do his work sometimes. In my room I didn’t short a thing, I had anything and everything my heart desired, this was Brian trying very hard, I appreciated what I had, coming from middle class family.


Chapter 3

At least seven years had passed I had just turned seventeen years old, I had lost my chubbiness, grew a lot taller. My now long dark hair formed curls near the ends, and clearly my accent had changed. People always commented on my hair, complexion and the green of my eyes. They were amazed at the colour and always said how beautiful they were. I started dressing more girly like and wearing a touch of make up.

One evening while at home waiting for my mom and Brian to return from their evening out, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find two uniformed police officers standing there. “Hello” I greeted. “Evening, I am PC Schole and this is PC Taylor, are you Miss Harris?” questioned the male officer. “No, my name is Kayla Hawkes, my mum is Mrs Harris, she and her husband should be here soon, is there a problem officer?” I asked quite concerned now. “Can we please come in Miss Hawkes, we have some news about your parents” he said not sounding too happy about delivering the news. “Of course” I offered and let them in. They walked into the living room where I followed them. The lady officer moved over closer to me. “Miss Hawkes, is there anyone we can call to be here with you?" he asked. "No, what is this about?" I insisted. "We have some unfortunate news regarding your parents, they have been killed in a fatal car accident” he stated.

All I remember was the lady officer helping me to sit down. “Is there anyone we can call Miss Hawkes, family, friends?” they offered. I just nodded, my brain wasn’t working, shocked! “Miss Hawkes, who would you like us to call?” asked the lady officer. “Brian’s sister Kim, her name is in the phone book there” I pointed to the phone book next to the phone.

I couldn’t anymore, the tears came and that was it. Brian’s sister was over there in no time and took over. The officers spoke to her a bit further before they left.
The next couple of days were a blur, I didn’t remember much of it, not that I wanted to. Kim made all the necessary arrangements for the funeral etc.

The funeral was a nice small one, only close friends came and paid their respects.

One evening while Kim was trying to sort through things she asked me if I wanted to stay with her, and that is when I finally came out of my zombie state and realised three weeks had passed.

I was alone, no family in the UK except for Kim who has never married and didn’t have any children. After discussing this with Kim and agreeing, I decided that I was going back home to La Push to my Nana Hawkes. That afternoon I had phoned my Nana to tell her of the news and of our decision, before confirming everything I needed to know it was fine from her. And after a tearful phone call to Nana, how could I think it wouldn’t be okay for me to come back.

Kim and I packed the things that I would want to keep and shipped them over back home. Kim made the necessary flight arrangements for me and because I was a minor she arranged all the legal details. She put the house up for sale; the reading of the Will took place the day before I was due to fly out. I inherited everything; most of the things like furniture etc, I offered it to Kim; there were policies that were paid out into a banking account for me. Brian had also left a policy to his sister. I was set financially; they made sure I would never be short of anything.
Kim drove me to the airport early the next morning to catch my flight, we said our tearful good byes but knew this would be the last time we saw each other than by communication.


Chapter 4

As sad as I was with the circumstances, I was looking forward to going back to La Push. The flight was long and tedious. I was unsure if my Nana would recognise me, as I had changed so much in the seven years I had been away, but I was excited to be going back ‘home’. The plane finally landed and we finally disembarked, I got through customs, but I couldn’t see Nana anywhere as I searched for her.

I finally went over to the Information Desk and asked the lady at the counter to call out for collection. “Kayla Hawkes is waiting for a pick up at the Information Desk, if you can please make your way over, Kayla Hawkes is waiting at the Information Desk, Thank you” she ended. “Thanks” I greeted her in my strong English accent and waited patiently for Nana to arrive and collect me. The Information Desk was quite busy so I moved to one side so I was not in the way.

“Hi, I am here to collect Kayla Hawkes” I heard this deep voice a short distance away. I turned to see this tall man speaking to the lady at the Info Desk. “Over there” she pointed in my direction, he nodded a thank you and walked in my direction. “Hello, Kayla, I am Sam Uley, Nana Hawkes sent me to collect you” he said extending his hand to greet me. “Oh hello Sam, is Nana alright?” I asked him shaking his hand noting that he skin was very hot. “Yes she is fine, she just can’t do long distances in a car anymore” he responded. “Oh okay” was my response. “Ready?” Sam asked me. “Yeah” I answered picking up my hand bag and taking hold of my luggage trolley.

“Here let me take that for you” offered Sam as he took over the pushing of the luggage trolley. “Thank you” I answered. “This way” he showed and I followed him to the parking area of the airport. He didn’t talk much, we finally arrived at his car where he loaded my luggage into car and opened the door for me and closing it after me. The drive was silent and it felt awkward that I eventually fell into and uneasy sleep. I was woken by a deep voice calling