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    Story Of Mayella Cullen

    My mother leaves him and goes to me, wrapping her arms around me. "It's alright honey" She comforts me. My father stands there, his expression hurt. JB slowly crawls to me and licks my finger tips. I smile and drop to my knees once my mother lets go. My eyes are still full of tears.

    Throwing my arms around JB's neck again, I hug him tight. He licks my face. His ear was bent back. Dad must have broken it or something along those lines. "JB, are you hurt?" I ask. Stupid, of course he isn‘t, my dad broke his ear.

    Again, he licks my face. Stepping forward, my mother smiles, "Why don't you head off to bed hon, it's late." I turn around and look at her. "But, I don't want JB to go back with Aunt Alice, not tonight!" She giggles and crosses her arms, "How about JB stay here tonight?" She looks back at dad. He looks away, his arms crossed. "Humph." He grunts, his forehead crumpled. "He smells terrible."

    I stand, "Then I'll give him a bath." I plead. I didn't want them to take him away, what if I was to never see him again? JB's head shoots up, a shocked expression in his eyes. Did he hate baths? My father shakes his head. "No bath. Just…take him up to bed with you, find a place for him on the floor and set your alarm clock for six, school starts tomorrow, and I guarantee you'll make alot of friends going to Forks High School."

    My mother bites her lip behind him, looking worried. He turns around with a smile on his face, "Isn't that right honey?" She had quickly masked her alarm with a sweet and tender smile. She was good at that, seeing how she always made decisions against him without him knowing about it. Like her deciding to get professional school pictures done because they looked better when my father insisted that dishing out 40 bucks to have the school do it would be fine because I was pretty enough to out-shine the entire school.

    I was happy too, everyone else’s pictures came out looking like crap when mine were perfect. My father was happy and never knew about it and after that, he'd call me mini-Bella cause he said I looked just like her when she was my age. Yeah right.

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