Her heart raced as she heard a knock on the door of her Seattle apartment, no one knew her and especially no one knew where she lived.
Isabella Swan was 27 years old, broke and completely alone. Her parents had never existed, never saw them, never heard about them, not even a photo. She had a twin sister somewhere out there in the big world, but she hasn't seen her since the day they turned 14. And yeah for a while when she was younger her life wasn't such a pile of shit. She and her sister were fostered by Charlie Swan, Chief of Police of a small town named Forks right here in Washington State. He had a wife at the time, Renee. She was harebrained at best. And you had to be an idiot not to see that they loved each other. But Renee couldn't keep still for long and the small town was doing her head in, so she flew and never looked back. Broke poor Charlie's heart. So then it was the three of them, and they became a family. Even took his last name. But with two teenage girls to look after and a measly salary he couldn't do it. He was so apologetic and looked after them as long as he could but he had to say goodbye. He didn't want to separate them, take one as his daughter, let one go, said it would be unfair. They understood, but they were separated anyway. Her sister ended up in Boston, she in Seattle with different foster homes. Isabella lived in a hell hole getting beaten until she was 18 and could get the hell out. Last she heard her sister found a guy and ran, she was always the lucky one. Isabella's life just went downhill. Drugs and sex and alcohol all became regular guest in her shit show. For a while she lived on the streets, begging for food. Then she got a job at a diner as a waitress. Took 3 years to save enough money to be able to rent this hole in the wall apartment. She's been trying. No more drugs, less sex, less alcohol. She wanted a better job, but without finishing school it seems that being a waitress is the best and only option unless she wants to take her clothes off. She doesn't . Yeah that foster home really fucked up her life.
She opened up the steel door, the rusty handle squeaking in protest.
"Emma?" Isabella whispered at the blonde in front of her. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Let me know what you think, are you intrigued? Should I continue? Will defiantly be a OOC Isabella Swan.