Disclaimer: All of the twilight stuff is completely Stephenie Meyer's. No copyright infringement is intended.
AuthorsNote: This is my first story, so please review and leave your opinions.
Summary
Bella moves to Forks to live with her dad after her mom and step dad die. She meets the Cullen's and takes an instant dislike to them…but why? Follow the journey of Bella, as she tries to escape the fate that has been set for her, but will she accept help?
(Cullen's vampires, Bella human)
Chapter 1
Looking at the coffins being lowered into the ground, I start to cry. Since they died 4 days ago, I've felt nothing. I've just been numb. How could this happen? Why is this happening? They didn't deserve this, no one does. But it is happening, and I need to face the reality. Mom and Phil are gone, and they're never coming back.
I fall to my knees and cry more openly. Charlie – I mean my dad – crouched down beside me and puts his arm around me. This day is hard for him too. Even though him and mom got divorced when I was 6, I know that he never stopped loving her…he never moved on.
I do my best to compose myself, and allow dad to pull me up and guide me to the car. I didn't want anything arranged for after the funeral, and dad respected that decision. All of my stuff is already packed, and arrived in Forks this morning, where my new home is going to be. For the next few months at least, until they decide that they are going to end my life. But I don't want to think of that right now, I cant...it brings back that night. That terrible night when my whole life changed. When my mom and Phil were brutally taken from me. I can feel my eyes start to water again, but I refuse to cry. Crying is a weakness. I allowed those tears to fall at the burial, but I won't allow any more to fall from my eyes.
The ride to the airport was spent in silence. I guess me and Charlie are both not that big on talking. But that's okay, I like the quiet.
When we get to the airport, and board the plane, I take one last look out of the window and say a quiet goodbye to my life in Phoenix.
The flight was long, well it seemed to take forever to me. Charlie is snoring lightly in the seat next to me. I wish I could sleep, but I'm too scared to. I'm scared of the nightmares that I know will come, the images that will always haunt me, the eyes! The eyes that bring fear, sadness and horror to me. NO! I shouldn't be thinking of that now! Stoptorturingyourself, my inner voice demanded me.
Its crazy how things have changed. Being the only daughter of Charlie and mom, I grew up close to both of them. But when they got divorced, my mom moved us to Phoenix, away from my dad. I visited him in Forks every summer, for the whole summer, until I was 12. After that, he either visited me in Phoenix or we went on a trip somewhere, just the two of us. Our favourite place to go was to Chicago. It was hard for dad to see mom so happy with Phil, but he never let her see how much it hurt him, but I could tell. I remember when I was 10, and I asked Charlie about him and my mom.
(FLASHBACK)
"Do you still love mom, dad?" I asked, whilst we were walking along the beach in La Push.
"Its complicated honey. I will always love your mom, as she gave me you, but she's happy now. She has Phil", he answered me. I've always been observant, and I could tell by his face that it saddened him to say it, to admit that Phil makes mom happy.
-PRESENT-
I was shaken from my thoughts by Charlie telling me that we were landing in Seattle soon. I fastened my seatbelt and waited for the plane to land, so we could get off it. That time soon came. Charlie got his bags from the luggage section, and as we were walking out of the airport doors, I heard his name being shouted.
I looked over to where the shout came from, and saw a native Indian man in a wheelchair, who looked vaguely familiar, looking over at us. Standing next to him was a tall, good looking boy, who looked like he took steroids to get his muscles looking so good. Charlie recognised them, and started to walk over to them. IguessthatmeansIhavetofollow…great!
"Hey Charlie, how you doing?" the man in the wheelchair asked.
"I'm good Billy, thanks for asking. This here is Bella. Bells," he turned to look at me, "Do you remember Billy Black, from La Push?" I looked over at Billy again and it all clicked into place. I used to go to La Push with Charlie every time I was in Forks, and we always went to Billy's house. He's Charlie's best friend.
"Of course I remember, how are you Billy?" I answered quietly. I've always hated being the one with all the attention, which is what was happening now, with all three of them looking at me.
"I'm well; you're so grown up now. I'm sorry about your mom Bella, she was a lovely woman. How are you doing?"
"Better, thank you", I answered him, although even to my own ears it sounded inconvincible.
"Oh, this is Jacob, Bells, Billy's son. You used to play with him when you were younger", Charlie told me, pointing to the tall boy. Now I remember Jacob Black, but this cant be him! He's so tall and good looking now…things have definitely changed.
"Hi, we used to make mud pies when we were little", Jacob felt the need to inform me.
"I remember. It's nice to see you again Jake", I told him, using the nickname I used to call him. That made him smile at me, or I should say, made him grin at me.
"Well let's get you two home. I'm sure the flight wore you both out", Billy said, as Jake started to help him out of his wheelchair and into the car. Me and Charlie got into the back and we began the journey to Forks. I was quiet on the way, just staring out of the window, whilst Billy, Jake and Charlie talked sports. I just wanted this day to be over. The funeral was hard and I'm not exactly looking forward to being in Forks. It's exactly like I remember it, if not, worse. It's dull, brown and wet, not at all like Phoenix, where the sun is always shining. But that's irrelevant. This is my home now, and I have to get used to it. Not for long though,my inner voice reminded me. It doesn't matter. I'm not thinking about that right now,I argued back to myself.
The ride eventually ended and we were finally in Forks at Charlie's, my new home. Jake and Billy didn't stay. They just dropped us off and left us to settle in, in peace. It's pretty late now, so I told Charlie I'm tired and going to bed. He wished me good night, and told me that he was there if I needed him.
I didn't even get ready for bed, just brushed my teeth, and then took a look around my room. It's purple, with a single bed, a desk, a laptop and a rocking chair which has been there since I was a little girl. Memories from when I used to live here come sweeping down on me in one go, and the emotions are so strong and powerful, that I go and curl up under my duvet in bed. And for the first time since that night, I allow every emotion to overcome me, drown me until I can't catch my breath from sobbing too much. The anger that I feel about what happened, the hatred for those responsible, the hurt I feel from what mom and Phil went through, the guilt that I should have died too, the absolute sadness that runs through my veins, all come pouring out. My fists pound against the bed, and I let out scream after scream into the pillow, until finally, all that's left is the silent teas running down my face. I'm not sure when it was, or how long I spent like this, but eventually I fell into sleep, just waiting for the nightmares to come.
