Author's Note: Okay, so this is my new story 'Every End Is A New Beginning'. I haven't got anything planned really, im making it up as I go along. But I know how I want it to end. It is all human and BxE ;D please review!! Sorry for grammar mistakes!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
BPOV:
My name is Isabella (Bella) Swan. I'm 16 and a Junior in high school. I live in Medford, Oregon with my wonderful father, Carlisle Cullen. My mom and dad are divorced, which is why we have different last names. I have my mom, Renee Swan's last name.
I'm definatley not the popular cheerleader. I'm a punk/rock skater chick kinda girl. Put it this way, my favorite store is Hot Topic. I have a very unique hairstyle. (A/N: Link on Profile! Along with a pic of bellas house and bedroom) I'm very pale. I have my nose pierced, and my nails are always painted black. I suppose I have an okay life. I love my dad. He's a doctor. We're about as close as a father and daughter can get. Come to think of it, my life was actually perfect until the incident with my mom…
*flashback*
"Where were you, Young Lady?!" My mom yelled as I walked into kitchen of our house. Mind you it was 4:30 AM. I had snuck out at around 10 to go to my friend, Jacob Black's party, which my mom prohibited me(or so she thought) from going to.
"Nowhere." I said innocently.
"Don't lie to me, Isabella. I know you went to that party at your friends house…" She said. The fact that she was very calm about this, scared me. My mom was known to throw temper tantrums in a fit of rage whenever she was disobeyed.
"Fine, you caught me. Yes, mom, I went to Jake's party last night."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to?" I said, it came out as more of a question though.
"Because you wanted to? Because you WANTED TO? ISABELLA-MARIE, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU WANTED TO! I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO GO TO THAT DAMN PARTY AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU WENT…" She continued screaming. Now I was scared. And to make matters even worse, my dad wasn't here to calm her down. He was still at work because he worked days/mornings. Usually from 3am till 5pm.
That was when things took a turn for the worst. Anything that was in her reach, was now being thrown through the air. It's target, ME. Instinctively, I raised my arms to cover my face.
"Mom! MOM, STOP IT! STOP!" I screamed, in a desperate attempt to stop the glass plates and cups from crashing against the wall and digging into my skin.
"MAYBE YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO YOUR PARENTAL AUTHORITIES. MAYBE YOU'LL LEARN FOR NEXT TIME!" she screamed. I didn't know what was happening (my arms were still covering my face) until it had already happened. The stinging pain of a knife slashing across my arms over and over again. The pain was becoming too much… my vision was started to fade, covered by black spots. I faintly saw my dad walk through the door, and stop Renee. I don't know what happened after that, because that's when everything went black, and deadly silent. I lost consciousness.
*end flashback*
I somehow ended up in the hospital, having a blood transfusion for I had lost so much. Stitches covering my arms, holding the hundreds of deep slashes together, healing them. Not to mention the smaller cuts, from the plates and cups shattering into my skin… I had made it out of the hospital physically stable and emotional. All the scars on my arms and head healed. Unfortunately though, the ones that hurt the most, the emotional ones, the ones on my heart, will never heal. And the memory will always haunt me.
"Bella. Bella. Bel-la!" I was pulled out of my thoughts.
"Sorry. What, Chris?" I asked my best friend, who I was on my cell phone with. (Pic of Chris [and bellas other friends]on profile)
"I said, band practice is getting post-poned until tomorrow night. Courtney has to go to a family thing." He asked. Yes, I was in a band. I was lead singer and I wrote most of our songs. I also knew (and loved) piano and guitar. Chris and Courtney played guitar. Ryan played drums, and Miranda played keyboard/piano. (Pics of all of them & their instruments on profile.)
"Oh, ok. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Kay, bye Bells." I hung up my glass cell phone (Link on profile!) just as my name was being called.
"Bella!" The voice called.
"Yes, daddy?" I yelled to him.
"Come here please, would you?"
"Sure thing, daddy!" I yelled, jumping off my bed and heading downstairs to the kitchen where my dad was standing.
"What's up, Dad?" I questioned.
"We need to talk. Why don't you take a seat?" He said, pulling out a chair for me. I sat obediently. Was something wrong? I questioned my worry aloud.
"No. no. Nothings wrong." He said, stressing the word.
"Well, what is it, then?"
"I met someone." He said simply. I raised my eyebrow.
"A women."
"When?"
"About three months ago." He said sheepishly.
"And you're just now telling me?" I asked incredulously.
"Well, I wanted to wait until the right time."
"Okay, well you've got my attention. Tell me about her then, please."
"Her name is Esme Mason. She is beautiful. She has one son, and we are planning on getting married next year." He added the last part on fastly. My jaw dropped.
"Marrying her?! Marrying her! Are you kidding me? Three months? That's it! Dad, I'm really glad you found somebody but this is ridiculous! You absolutely cannot marry a women after knowing her for three goddamn months! Are you crazy? Insane? Have you lost you mind?!" I ranted. "What next? Are we going to move in with her? Huh? Are you going to drop that on me now too?" I asked.
"Uhm, uh, actually, uh…yes…but..uh she uh lives..in Forks, Washington." He stuttered.
"Forks?! Are you kidding me? Dad you can't do this to me! You can't just take me away from everything! My life is here! Doesn't that matter to you at all?" I asked with tears in my eyes. I normally didn't cry much, but this was overboard.
"Bella, I'm sorry. Please, please, just do this for me. Please." He pleaded. I hated this. But I wanted him to be happy.
"Fine. When?" I asked, sulking.
"Tomorrow, we leave around three."
"Well, I guess I should get packing then." I said as I uncrossed my arms and turned toward the stairs.
"There's some boxes in the upstairs closet. And Bella?" He asked hesitantly. I turned with tears falling over my cheeks, and looked at him expectantly. He came over and hugged me.
"Thank you. I know this is going to be hard, but no matter what, I'll be here the whole way." He said, then kissed my forehead.
"I love you, daddy." I said.
"I love you too, baby." I went upstairs and started to pack. And as I was packing, I was thinking.
I really, really didn't want to move. I wanted my dad to be happy, yes. But I didn't want to move. I wanted him to be happy. But I wasn't sure if I could handle another girl in his life. I had always been the only girl in his life, would this Esme lady take that away from me? Take my dad away from me? I was already losing everything else because of her, what would be next? Would I like her? Would she like me? And what about her son? Was he a jock? I shuddered at the thought. Would he like me? Would we get along? These questions and more ran through my head. When I was done packing, I went to bed. But not until I cried until I had no more tears to shed.
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