A/N: I used to own my kick ass iPhone, but then I had to go drop it in the toilet…. Still, I DO NOT own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does. The lucky bit….
Chapter 1
BPOV:
I looked around my freshly unpacked and newly decorated apartment. I let out a sigh of relief, relishing in the fact that it was finally done. My phone started ringing from the kitchen counter. I lunged for it and answered it on the second ring.
"Hello?" I said
"Hey Bells, just calling to see how everything is going." The voice belonged to my father, Charlie.
"Oh. Hey Charlie. Everything is fine, how 'bout you?"
"I'm doing alright. You know the usual…"
"Right…" We sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes. I was just about to put a stop to this non-sense, but Charlie beat me to it.
"Bella, you don't have to do this." Here we go…. "You could come live with me. I know I'm not the most fun to be around, but I can change. You don't have to do this alone."
I just sighed into the phone. I had been over this a multiple of times already and I was getting really tired of repeating myself. "Charlie, Thank you, but, as I have already told you, I just need to stand on my own two feet for a while."
"I know Bells but…."
I interrupted him before he could continue. "No buts Charlie! A lot has happened these last few years, and I need to be on my own for a while. Take care of myself. You Know?" I pleaded with him. The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"Sure Bells. I understand. Just know that I am here for you no matter what."
Sometimes my dad could be really sweet. "Thanks Cha-Dad. I appreciate it."
With that, we said our goodbyes and I hung up. I looked around my new apartment again, marveling in the beauty of it. It was a graceful and spacious two-story flat. The kitchen was equipped to fulfill any professional Chefs desire. The counters were black granite with black cabinets. The doors were a green tinted glass that had stainless steel handles. The kitchen consisted entirely of stainless steel appliances. It was perfect. The dinning room and living room were all the same. I sectioned them of with a flat, grey L-shaped couch. The whole back wall was a continuous line of French glass doors, leading out to the first balcony. They also framed a breath taking view of the Pacific Ocean. I walked over to the fireplace to start it before making my way up-stairs. The second floor held my master suite and in-suite bathroom, plus a guest bedroom/bathroom. My suite was situated right above the living room so my entire back wall was all French glass doors leading out to the second balcony also. I made my way back downstairs to make dinner. As I admired my new flat, I couldn't help but think about the events in my life that brought me to where I was now. I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheek as I reflected.
*Flashback*
Mere hours ago, I received my diploma, the paper that freed me from my own personal hell. Now all I had to do was get as far away from here as possible. Don't get me wrong, I loved phoenix. I loved the dry dessert weather. I loved the sun and the dusty brown terrain. I would miss my mom and Phil. But after what happened with James last year, staying here just wasn't an option any more. I smiled as I felt my mother, Renee, snake her arms around my waist. "I'm so proud of you baby," she whispered in my ear. My smile grew impossibly wider, "Thanks mom, I love you, So much." I felt the warm tears fall from her eyes and land on my bare shoulder. "I love you too sweetheart." I turned around and we stood in each others embrace for what seemed like forever, neither one of us wanting to let go. I heard a voice clear behind me. My mother and I shifted around so we could see who the voice belonged to. My mom let out a girly squeal as she released her hold on me and ran to the open arms of my step-father Phil. Phil was a major league baseball player. He and Renee met a few years back at a grocery store of all places. My mother insisted that she had met her soul mate, but I didn't get my hopes up. Renee had some serious commitment issues. To my surprise though, she and Phil made it and I couldn't have been happier for them. It put my mind at ease to know that my mother had someone emotionally and financially stable to take care of her hair-brained ways while I was away at college. I really liked Phil. I considered him more of a father to me than my own father. I know it sounds horrible, but it's the truth. Phil was the one who was going to put me through college…"
*End Flashback.*
I started sobbing uncontrollably as I drudged up the memories of my mother and step-father. I curled up into a tight ball in the middle of the floor and let the waves of grief and loss rip through my body with no mercy. I lay for what seemed like hours before I was gratefully enveloped into the cold embrace of the darkness.
A/N: OK. So this is my first ever Fanfic. Please tell me what you think! I promise you it will get better. I just wanted to point out where Bella was in her life at the moment emotionally. IT WILL GET BETTER! And happier, and lovelier. :D Cross my heart and hope to die. :P
