Stolen in the Night
Chapter 1- Storm
I had always lived with my mother Renee in Phoenix; she rarely talked about my real father.
We lived in a fairly large house, just mum and me.
Though she was seeing this guy named Phil, he would buy me all these things. I knew he was just trying to get me to like him but he needn't bother. I liked him, but I would never call him my father.
I had always loved the rain, it reminded me of my father, of the place I would have spent my life if they hadn't separated when I was just a baby.
I never did understand why; why we had to leave, why they didn't get along.
It was a stormy night when I finally gathered the courage to tell my mum what I wanted.
I wanted my father.
"Mum?" I called down the hallway from my bedroom.
A few moments passed, I stared at the white ceiling. Her head peaked around the corner.
Her features glistening in the moonlight. I could see myself in her eyes, her chocolate brown eyes matched mine and her blondish hair was pulled up into a messy bun, a few strands fell and she pushed them behind her ears.
"What is it Bella?" Her voice fell as she thought something was wrong.
Yes I did want to move, to be with my father. It was a new school, a new home and I would be away from my mum but she had Phil, I'm 16, I deserve to choose where I wanted to be.
There was no doubt in my mind that it would be scary to move but I wanted to go to Forks.
New school, new people, Hell yeah I was terrified. I had never been talented to speaking to people, I freak out even talking to family that I hadn't seen in a few months. A whole new town, well it sure was going to be hard.
"I've been thinking about dad lately" I admitted to my mother.
She sighed and came into my bedroom. I was sprawled out onto my double bed, I sat up and mum came and sat down next to me.
"You want to live with your dad don't you?" She asked.
Was my face filled with the guilt that I felt inside, or was I just that predictable? I twiddled my thumbs, a nervous habit I had developed over the years.
"It's just I haven't spent all the time with him, I barely know dad." I said, feeling guiltier by the second.
"Bells you don't have to explain, I have kept him from you all this time and I understand that you want to know him and live with him, just promise to come visit me darling." Mum asked.
I felt so relieved, I had worried for weeks on end that mum would never understand the longing I felt to know my father, well I did know him but not on a deep level.
I had spent Christmas with him twice, apart from that and letters I had never spent enough time with him. It felt like there was so much I was missing and I wanted to get my dad back. The thought that my mum had understood and agreed that I needed to spend time with my dad made me happy.
"Of course, I'll come visit and we could all spend Christmas in Forks!" I said, excitement bubbling over.
"Bells." My mum began.
"I know you don't like to be near dad now, but maybe that will change and we can spend more time as a family." I rambled on.
"I'll try Bells."
I gave my mum a big hug; she always understood what was going on no matter how absurd I thought I was being, I was going to miss her so much.
"You better hurry." She said.
I looked at my mother with utter confusion, what did I need to hurry for?
"It's almost 9 and your dad will be going to bed soon, you better hurry and tell him your coming so he can get your room set up before you turn up next week." Renee explained.
I was beyond ecstatic, this was really happening!
"Thank you, thank you so much, I love you so much mum" I said as I jumped off my bed and ran to the phone, that was hanging on the wall in the living room.
Dad picked up the phone on the first ring.
I spent two hours on the phone to Charlie that night; he was beyond excited that I was coming to live with him.
