Before you read this I have a couple things to say
1.) Renee and Phil don't know each other yet, that will happen later on
2.) The characters are major OOC, but truthfully that's the only way I can write when it comes to this story
3.) Please let me know whet you think. Any other Q's ask me
1. Happy Freaking Birthday
It was now two in the morning and I was sitting with my friends in a club in New York celebrating my seventeenth birthday. Glasses clinked together, the bass from the music practically shook the building, and bodies swayed to the beat or they were just too intoxicated to stand upright.
"To Bella!" Kelsey shouted as she held up her glass filled with champagne, I raised my glass to meet hers along with several of the other girls.
"Happy birthday Bells." Riley slurred, she had had one drink too many. I sipped on my martini and talked with my friends until my phone started buzzing. I flipped it open and read the text from Renee: Where are you?!
Oops, curfew was at midnight which made me over two hours late, I would be in so much trouble. Not to mention the fact that I was drunk, which was totally illegal and I was well aware of that. It wasn't that hard to get into a club when you had a fake ID and people who worked at the clubs didn't care as long as they didn't get caught admitting minors, though.
I typed in a quick reply on my Blackberry, explaining that I would be home as soon as I could.
"Well girls even though I really, really don't want to do this, I gotta go." I said as I stood up and wobbled slightly from the buzz I was receiving from the alcohol I had consumed.
"No Bella, you can't go home yet. The real party hasn't even started yet." Kelsey said as she grabbed on to my arm to steady herself.
"Sorry Kelso, but if I don't go Renee's gonna low a gasket." I explained as I grabbed my clutch and walked out of the club into the cool Manhattan air. I stood on the sidewalk and flagged down a cab. I told the cabby the directions and relaxed into my seat, trying to make up an excuse so Renee wouldn't kill me.
The cab pulled up in front of our condo and I grudgingly made my way out. I walked past the doorman, who gave me a glance full of pity and distaste and continued to the elevator. I hit the button for the penthouse and waited impatiently for the doors to open to my floor.
When the doors opened I made my way into our penthouse and tried to get into my room without being caught, that didn't work out to well.
"Isabella Marie Swan, you come over here this instant!" Renee shouted. Too loud! My head was pounding already and she was just adding on to the pain. I stumbled over to the couch and sprawled myself on it. I looked up at Renee, who had her hands on her hips tapping her toes and lips pulled into a taut line.
"Okay, now that I'm comfortable continue on." I said
"Isabella do you have any idea how late it is, and how worried I was about you?" she asked angrily.
"I'd say it's about two thirty and as for anger I'd guess you were about a six on that scale." I said as I sat up
"That's it! I've had enough with your attitude! I really didn't want to do this, but I'm sending you to Forks to live with your dad. I think having a father figure in your life would do you good, the fact that he's also a police officer might come in handy too." She said exasperated
I sat there frozen; my mind couldn't form any coherent thoughts, except that I was being sent away to live in Hell, permanently. NO, No, no this was not happening. It couldn't be! How could she send me to that depressing little town that she took me away from? What could I have done that was that bad? Sure I usually come home drunk or high but seriously Forks? That would have been expectable punishment if I had murdered some one but just for one night of partying?
"Mom please don't do this to me. Please, I'll straighten up and be good. Please don't send me there." I begged tears were welling up in my eyes now.
"Isabella, you should have thought through your actions before this. I really didn't want to do this but your behavior leaves me no choice."
"Yeah right, you just want me gone so you can screw around with your boyfriends without worrying about me interrupting!" I yelled as I ran out of the living room and into my bedroom, hearing my mother (if you can call her that) yell out "That's not true!"
I slammed the door and dove on the bed while crying my eyes out. How could she do this to me? I sat up and pulled the pillow up to my chest, glaring out the window. I heard a knock at my door and than Renee walked in, carrying a tray with cookies and milk. Oh sure act all 'good parent' on me now. God she's such a June Cleaver.
"What?" I snarled at her, my nostrils were flaring and I wanted to hit something so badly.
"Bella, I'm sorry but I really think you need to do this. It could help, I just can't have my seventeen-year-old daughter running around the city partying and getting drunk." She said in a motherly tone, acting as if she cared.
"Whatever. Look I'm just gonna try and get some rest, okay?" I said as I got up off the bed and went over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. There was no use in arguing with her right now. I went into my bathroom and turned the water on to where it was almost boiling and got in the shower.
I massaged the shampoo into my hair and attempted to just forget that I was being sent to Hell, but that's a difficult task to accomplish. All I could think was: happy freaking birthday Bella and Way to go Renee, you just gave your daughter the worst present in the history of birthdays.
I got out and wrapped a towel around me before my feet hit the freezing tile floor. I stared into the mirror and the vision reflected back wasn't pretty. My makeup, which I had forgotten to take off before I got in the shower, was smeared down my face leaving ugly black streaks. My hair was tangled and wild, and my eyes were puffy and red from crying.
I ran a brush through my hair and threw it up in a ponytail, before removing all traces of makeup. When I exited the bathroom I wasn't surprised to find Renee sitting on my bed with a pile of suitcases next to her.
"You should start packing, your flight's tomorrow night." She said softly while looking down. God, will she give up on acting like she's oh so sorry. I know she's not; she's probably jumping for joy in her head right now.
I nodded, unable to speak to her right now, and went into my closet and started pulling out clothes. I was in the middle of my walk in closet when I felt Renee come up from behind me and hug me.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry it's just…" she started but I cut her off
"Don't worry mom" I sneered the word in her face, which made her flinch, "I'll be out of your hair soon enough, so you can drop the act." Okay so I know that was really mean, but I'm not the one who's sending her only daughter to live in some hell hole.
I started pulling things out of my closet and shoving them into the suitcases. I packed all of my winter wear, some jean skirts, t-shirts, and pretty much everything else. I didn't know if after this little experiment I would actually want to return here so I packed as much as I could.
In the end I had to sit on one of my suitcases to get it to close, I had five bags and a carry-on bag all packed up. With that done I jumped onto my bed and wiggled my way under the covers. I pulled on my gel eye mask and turned off the lights.
The last thought I had before I fell into a restless sleep was, tomorrow's going to be pure hell.
Okay so that was kinda the intro, tell me whatcha think and if I should carry on. I know there are a lot of stories out there like this one so I wasn't sure if I should continue, you let me know. So R&R
Peace, ERIN