AN: Okay here's my new story. If you've read my story Wanted just know that this is way different.

I have not given up on Wanted and I promise not to let this story

interfere with Wanted. If you have not read Wanted then please go check that out.

I've been told it's a pretty cool story. I could not have done any of this without my beta Cupcakeriot.

She's awesome and so are her stories so check that out too.

Stephanie Meyer owns everything Twilight I just like playing with her characters.


axe girl

Chapter One

Bella

The sound of my door opening is what wakes me out of my dreamless sleep. My face is smushed into a damp pillow, which is grossing me out, but I stay there - hoping whoever is in my room doesn't bother me.

"I know you're awake, Bella, so get up," I hear my mother say.

I groan and huff and sigh. "Why?" I whine.

"Because it's 12:30 and you will not be spending your summer vacation in bed," she says.

I groan and huff and sigh some more.

She climbs onto my bed and starts digging her way through the blankets and many pillows I'm buried under. Even though it's summer time, the nights in Forks can get chilly.

Quicker than I hoped, I'm being blinded by the sun shining through my now open shades covering my window. When I can finally see again, my mother's big brown eyes fill my view. "There you are, pretty girl," my mom cooes. Her perpetual happiness shows, though her eyes have a tinge of sadness in them.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I ask, finally crawling from beneath the blankets. I yawn and stretch my fists above my head; my hair is all over the place, I'm sure of it.

"Oh, it's nothing dear. Just that my baby's all grown up now," she finally answers, her eyes getting glassy.

"Hey, Mom you'll still see me all the time. Seattle isn't that far away. Or I could just skip school all together and mooch off you guys for the rest of my life," I say to get her to smile. I hate seeing her so sad, especially knowing I'm the cause of it.

My attempt at being funny works and she laughs.

"Yeah, I don't think the Chief will like that very much," she chuckles and rolls her eyes.

I laugh as well.

The Chief is my father, Charlie. He got the nickname from the guys down at the reservation since he's been known to give them jobs on his contracting team to keep them out of trouble. He looks after them and treats them like family and his best friend is one of the elders on the reservation.

I used to spend my summers there as a child and they looked after me, so Charlie felt the least he could was look after them outside the reservation lines.

I won't lie, I'm a daddy's girl through and through. I was never a real girly girl. I went fishing and hiking and camping with my dad every chance I got. I've cliff dived and rode four-wheelers and motorbikes with the Res kids and this frustrated Renee to no end, but now she accepts it and finds it amusing. Every once in awhile, I let her beautify me and we spend the day together doing the girly things that she likes and it's not so bad.

I was determined to make today one of those days.

I got in the shower, washing the sleep away from my body. I let my mom blowdry and brush and comb my hair, because I know she loves playing in it; I let her pick out a cute dark blue strapless sundress that I've never seen before with a sweetheart neckline and a cutout detail along the ribs and a hem that flared out and ended right above the knee. She paired it with a cropped jean jacket and some flats, put my hair into a high ponytail and curled it.

After grabbing my shades, we hit the road to Port Angeles - we ate and shopped and laughed the whole afternoon. I loved spending time with my mother like this and resolved to spend more time with her.

We end up bringing home an early dinner and ate it with my dad, who'd been working all day. He told us how his day went and I absorbed every word.

I loved all of that stuff.

The demolition, the designing, the building, all of it but especially the demolition. I wanted to become a contractor just like him. We made an agreement that I'd go to college first then come work for him at his contracting firm - I was over the moon and couldn't wait to finish school, having just graduated high school this year.

He told us about all the problems he'd encountered while working on the house but that he was determined to see it through.

That was another thing I loved about my dad.

He always got the job done. He wasn't a quitter.

After we ate, I told them about being invited to a party over on the Reservation. Dad told me to spend the night at Billy's if I was going to drink and I agreed, packing an overnight bag to go.

Mom and Dad said they were going to go see some new film that just came out in Port Angeles that mom's been dying to see. We left at the same time, headed in opposite directions.

I arrive at the Reservation, park my truck in front of Billy's place and walk down to First Beach, where they're having a bonfire. There are a few adults that are there in case someone drinks too much and starts getting out of hand.

I meet up with a few friends from school and we dance and joke and drink. We promise to do this at least once a month and to keep in touch as much as possible after we go our separate ways for school. I'll miss them and, even though I'm sure I'll make new friends and new memories, I promise myself to never forget these friends and these memories.

A while later, I'm feeling good and fuzzy - I know I've got a nice buzz going now. While I'm headed for another drink, Billy calls down the beach for me. I make my way to where he is and he leads me into the house.

There are police officers there and my stomach drops, taking me from nicely buzzed to stone-cold sober in 0.2 seconds.

They tell me to have a seat and I do.

They tell me that there's been an accident - that my parents were in a car accident.

I jump up and tell Billy we need to go to the hospital but they tell me to sit back down.

They tell me that they were on their way home when they were hit head on by a drunk driver; told me they were dead on arrival, with no hopes of resuscitation.

They tell me they didn't suffer.

They tell me that they're sorry for my loss and then they leave.

Then, my whole world comes crashing down around me.