Escaping Doomed Fate

Chapter 1

BPOV

Mom never told him, Dad doesn't know what's happening. Calm down.

I must have repeated that to myself at least a thousand times on the flight from Heathrow Airport London, England, to Seattle Tacoma Airport, USA (most commonly referred to as "Sea Tac" by the locals). The pathetic thing was, no matter how many times I repeated it, I couldn't bring myself to calm down, or even believe it.

The plane finally landed, and I grudgingly made my way through Customs, and found my suitcase. I walked through the Airport, grateful that it wasn't very crowded, and stepped out into the moist air.

I hadn't really told anyone that I was coming a week early, so my Dad, Charlie wouldn't have driven out to the Airport to come meet me. No one knew how fed up I truly was with life in "Good Ol' England" and I hadn't really known either – until I woke up one morning, and began packing my bags, desperate for an escape from that tiny Island.

Since La Push was four hours away from Seattle by car, I'd booked a flight on a small plane down to Port Angles, which was only about an hour away from La Push. Running through the Airport, I found my terminal with only minutes to spare.

Once in Port Angles, I hopped in a green cab, and asked the driver to take me to La Push. He nodded tiredly; he had obviously had a long day as well, and turned onto a highway.

La Push, here I come.

About half an hour later, we passed the woods surrounding the tiny town neighbouring La Push: Forks. There was always a comforting feeling surrounding the woods around Forks, it was somehow different to all the other trees that dominated most of Washington State. Despite my rare visit's to La Push, those woods always felt like home.

The driver followed the road to La Push, and began driving along the seaside road. The view was breathtaking.

I bit my lip as a wood cabin, set slightly into the woods with moss covering every square inch of the small lawn came into few. The cab slowed to a stop.

"This it, Miss?" The cabbie asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks,"

He nodded, and I paid him, thanked him again, and got out of the cab. I took my suitcase out of the trunk, and headed towards the front porch without further delay.

I only paused when I reached the front door. Maybe I should just go back to England, maybe this was all a stupid idea. Pushing my wandering thoughts aside, I took a deep breath, and lifted my hand to knock.

The door was opened before my hand made contact. The boy standing there was really, really ripped. Like supermodel I-Spend-Twelve-Hours-A-Day-Working-Out ripped. I gapped.

"Um…" The guy said after a second, obviously feeling awkward. "Um, can I help you?"

I snapped my mouth shut and nodded. "Yeah, sorry, is Charlie there?"

The boy nodded, and beckoned me inside. We walked through the small house into the living room, where my Father sat with my Uncle Billy. Both men looked up as we entered.

"Charlie, someone's here for you."

My Father looked up in shock. "Bells, I wasn't expecting you!"

"Yeah, well…" I let my face relax into a smile. "Surprise! I decided it was about time to come see my good ol' Dad."

Dad came over and hugged me. "You should have told me you were coming, Bella. I would have gone and picked you up. Save you the cab fare."

"I wanted to surprise you." I answered, though it wasn't really true. "Besides, it was no trouble."

"Well this is great." He turned and grinned at Billy. "I was just about to order a Pizza. You wanna stay, Billy?"

"Nah, I'd better get home before my son eats everything in the house." My Uncle wheeled himself over to me; I leaned down and hugged him. "Can't tell you how great it is to see you, Bella."

I grinned back at him. "And you."

Billy nodded behind me at Charlie. "Bye, Charlie, see you soon."

"See you around, Billy."

The boy smiled briefly at me, and wheeled Billy out of the house. I turned around and hugged Charlie again. I was so glad to see him.

He grinned. "When did you land?"

"About two thirty in Seattle, I got into Port Angels about five."

"Was your flight over okay?"

I shrugged. "It was so-so. Nothing special. Who was that guy with Billy?"

"Oh, that was Seth Clearwater. You know, Harry's son."

I gave him a blank look. "Harry?"

Charlie smiled again. "You'll probably remember him when you see him around. Harry's been here awhile, I'm sure you've met him before."

"Oh, okay." I nodded for emphasis.

There was an awkward moment of silence, before Charlie turned, and picked up the phone.

"Do you want pizza? I was just about to order some."

"Um, yeah, sure thanks."

Charlie hugged me again. "I'll order us some pizza, and then I'll call the High School to get you enrolled, so you can start on Monday. I'm so glad you're here Bella."

"I am to." I answered as sincerely as I could, hugging him back.

This is the edited version, lots of thanks to my Beta Cazza. I will continue to edit the chapters slowly, but I'm busy revising at the moment for exams - the joy!