Hi ok so first Fan Fiction. I will update regularly and I would love it if you would review. The first few chapters will be in Bella's POV but when Edward comes on the scene some will be written in his as well. If you hate the story and the writing let me know and why and I will try and change or improve on that. If you like it then wow thank you.
Disclaimer for the entire story I do not own these characters Stephanie Myers does.
Goodbye
The first time my father ever hit my mother he had cracked two of her ribs and given her mild concussion, she was eighteen at the time and it was their wedding night. The next day she woke up to find Charlie sat on the bed just staring at his hands. He had apologised profusely blaming the whisky he had drunk early that evening. He swore to her it would never happen again and she had of course she believed him. When Charlie was soba he was funny, charming and very attentive and loving towards my mother Renee, but whenever he would drink it was like he became a completely different person. Charlie beat my mother for four years until the day she had found out that she was pregnant and had left him. At only twenty two with no family to lean on she had run from the man that she loved to save me from what might have been.
I had started asking question about who my father was when I was five years old. I can still remember the smell of her perfume as I emerged myself into her embrace trying to make us one person. Her voice had been shaken as she had whispered to me that my father had not been a good man. I had been dying to know more but as her arms had tightened around me and the moisture of her tears fell onto my hair I had bit my tongue and promised her that everything was going to be alright.
At the age of sixteen my mother had introduced me to Phil her newest boyfriend. I was sceptical as she told me that he was different. After two weeks of constant dates she had sworn to me that she was in love and that Phil was "the one". Six months later they were engaged and Phil had moved in with us. As much as I wanted to just roll my eyes at her I honestly couldn't bring myself to be negative. I hadn't seen her laugh like she did with Phil ever. Who was I to take that away from her?
On September the 13th a receptionist had come to collect me form my history lesson. The look in her eyes had me sprinting to the door. She lead me in silence towards the principles office, as I reached the door I felt my knees give way beneath me as I caught the sight of the police officer standing by the window. Phil and Renee had been driving back from his baseball training when a group of teenagers had been messing about behind the wheel. He had tried to get out of the way but had lost control of the vehicle. They had both died on impact and the group of teenagers where all in the hospital with serious injuries. Within two hours my entire life had been altered.
My mother's parents had both died years earlier and Phil's mother was in no position to take care of me. The judge had ordered that I live with my father. Within a month I was on a plane to forks. I left behind my friends, home and all my memories in Phoenix. With my mother's death the Izzie that had existed in Phoenix had died with her.
From what the social services had said Charlie was about as pleased with the judge's decision as I was. I had never met my father and had only seen a photo of him once. Walking through the airport my stomach was doing flips.
"Hello Isabella" A mans' voice greeted. I turned around swiftly almost falling over in the process I have always been so clumsy and the extra nerves did not help my balance. The stranger was dressed in a casual plaid shirt and dark jeans. His hair was the same dark chocolate brown as mine and our eyes matched the colour too.
"Hello Charlie" My voice was shaky as I finally met his gaze. The sadness in his eyes did not go un-noticed something else we had in common I suppose.
"How was your flight?" He asked while reaching for my suitcase.
"It was fine thank you." We remained silent for the rest of the journey back to forks. The new alien scenery was enough to keep me amused. Everything was so green and different here.
The house was just like the pictures that I saw, nothing had changed in the last ten years but it still wasn't home. Charlie led me to a small bedroom; the walls were painted the same green and blue that my mother had picked out years before.
"Its late you should get some rest. You have school in the morning" The sound of his voice made me jump slightly I had forgotten in the silence that he was standing behind me.
"Ok night" I closed the door quickly wanting to escape the awkwardness, I slipped under the unfamiliar duvet. The wind was howling outside and the rain hit my window like bullets. I wiped away my tears with my sleeve willing myself not to cry.
"I miss you." I whispered into the darkness.