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A/N this is my first story so treat me kindly this means a lot to me

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Awkward silences

I rubbed at my wrist, the black cast had become quite uncomfortable since the month I had received it. It ached every now and then especially when I put pressure on it or I accidently banged it against something. The stiches above my right eyebrow were also hurting, but I figured it had been from the pressure when landing.

I looked out the small square window watching the black dots slowly turn into people and homes. I watched as the ground became clearer and the black landing strip became closer. I listened and began breathing faster as the landing was loud and approached with a big thud. I thought to myself that the pilot must have taken a double shift as the landing felt at little of place (not that I had many to compare to).

I dragged my feet as I stood from the chair and began to walk to the nearest exit, lifting my arm just in case and protecting my stomach with my free hand. I didn't want to burst a stitch as I'm guessing it might draw some attention, not that my already obvious wounds don't do so.

I watched mums and dads trying to gather their children as they duck and weave through the airplane seats. I watched a business man scribble down some last minute notes before he packed up his suitcase and bolted for the exit.

I imagined myself going on a business trip, or a family holiday but I knew that I wasn't here for any of those reasons. I shuffled slowly down the aisles towards the exit the pain from my eyebrow had faded substantially enough for me to handle.

I could feel the cold rush of air as I stepped onto the long walk way leading me away from my only exit out of this place. I wasn't use to the high security there were plenty of guards walking around. My natural reaction was to not make any sudden movement not that was going to be a problem.

As I reached the exit doors I was greeted by a tall semi-bald man "welcome to America". I glared at him and cringed at his excitement I asked myself why he was so happy? To many other people this was the land of opportunities, but what if all your opportunities had dried up and all was left is hours and minutes within the day?

I pulled out my iPod and switched it on, the music began before I put the head phones in my ears; I felt nervous, jet lagged and sore. I dreaded what was waiting for me when I reached the airport. I didn't want to come to this strange land; I cursed the idea of leaving Australia.

I didn't belong here I had no memories nor was it my home I was too far away from them and I hated it. I was annoyed by the fact that I was born on the day I was, if only a year and half earlier and I would be eighteen leaving me to make my own decisions. I turned my music up to drown out my thoughts I was tired of them already.

The bus began slowing down and eventually it came to a stop. I waited until everyone got off I wanted to be last one to leave, just to give me a little extra time to compose myself. As I got off I noticed people running towards others, to greet them with an embrace of love and warmth I scolded them in my mind and walk ahead. I didn't look for him but I knew he would look for me I contemplated just turning around in the opposite direction and seeing when the next flight back to Perth, Australia was. Slowly the crowd thinned and I stuck out, I could feel myself being noticed and that would make it easier for him to find me. I heard a shout but I didn't look up then something taped me on my shoulder. I couldn't ignore it; it would have been too obvious. I turned slowly to meet his gaze.

"There you are I have been looking for you everywhere"

I studied him and watch his eyebrows move with his words. I looked at his dark brown hair with whispers of greys showing. I looked at his small scar that was under the left side of his lip, but his prominent chin hid it a little. I noticed his big green eyes full of awkwardness and inexperience. He was wearing navy blue jeans and a black collared shirt. So this is what my father looks like.

"How was the flight" He said staring down at me.

I didn't say anything just shrugged he didn't need an answer.

"Ok... we have to go get your bags so just follow me it's pretty easy to get lost in this place so don't lose sight of me" He said trying to act casual but still staring. I hoped that he saw more of my mother in me than of him.

I nodded again and he started walking ahead I turned my music up louder to drown out the callings of other passengers who needed to board and the conversations between loved ones of how much they had missed them.

I didn't offer to carry my own bags I just walked slowly behind him. It didn't take long to get to the car but it was a struggle to get all of my possessions into his truck. I looked out the window as I watched the airport disappear and I knew that my chances of escaping had gone.

I didn't try to start a conversation as I had nothing to say to him he could talk but I wasn't going to listen and I wasn't going to answer I was just going to enjoy the awkward silences that continued to pass.

"So what do you think of America so far, I know the weathers terrible right now but you'll get use to it, plus it just means that you can have longer showers due to all the rain I know in Australia you can't do that I have read about the droughts" He paused but continued

"You will like forks it might be a small town but there are good people" He stopped realising that I wasn't going to enter the conversation.

"Look I know that you coming here under these circumstances"

I winced and clutched my stomach he noticed but he continued anyway, idiot!

"Is not the best and I know that you are hurting right now but I am trying to make this as easy and comfortable for you" He paused I didn't look at him.

"Isabella" He raised his voice higher than before.

This time I turned and stared at him no emotion just a stare, then I turning back towards the window.

For the rest of the drive he didn't talk and I didn't encourage it, I just watched the trees follow one after another jealous of their world where quietness and stillness was always occuring.

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**-the girl who wants to hold a baby monkey and climbs the tree with them