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CHAPTER ONE- DISCOVERING FAMILY PASTS

"Air Bed?"

"Packed."

"Cell phone?"

"Right here"

"Food for the road?"

"With me."

"Money?"

"Got i—Oh, Uh…"

"Ha! '." I rubbed those simple words into his face to get lucid victory and threw him a smug grin.

"Tricked ya. Got my wallet right here and the company's credit card rigghtt—here." He shoved the card right in front of my face and snatched it back.

"Ugh! I hate it when you do that." All that triumph went down the drain because he claimed it back with one of his infamous smug smiles too.

Cheater. That was my thing.

I folded my arms across my chest while walking around the house behind him since he was doubling over the stuff he was bringing. I scanned my brain for any more reasons for him to stay behind; but eventually ended up empty.

"Look, I know you really hate it when you're left here all alone in Forks since it's such a boring place for you and too cold for your taste." Charlie stopped in front of me with an apologetic smile on his face, but I simply rolled my eyes at his remark.

"It's also really dull. Nothing even near this place can be somewhat entertaining; my friends are all out having fun in some warm place or enjoying their drinks in a tropical island but not me, cause you're leaving me in this dump. Why can't we just get a new place somewhere where there's truly a sun? We could afford it; you're one of the highest paid employees back in the Company. Heck, I'd say we're even rich." I tried my utmost greatness to reason with this man, but he just wouldn't budge now would he?

"Bells, you know I don't like the sun. Besides, Forks is a lovely place. Not much on the appearance, sure, but it's a small town, and there aren't too many problems in small towns. The people here are hospitable and I'd rather stay in a place like this. Don't worry, okay? I'll be back before you know it." Charlie challenged to soothe me with the bit least reassuring tone of his that barely even worked. "It's just a couple of days in Portland. Two weeks, if that makes you feel any better. One little stubborn client to persuade and I'm out of there." His hands were on my shoulders when he comforted me, like I was a kid who was afraid of the dark and who needed some pep talk.

"Whatever, fine. Go leave. Enjoy." My sarcastic emotionless tone stated. I quickly recovered; realizing that I was old enough to actually be alone in this bleak and drizzling town. After all, I had just finished College and my new found freedom hasn't been put to test yet.

"Wonderful. Now, if you get bored, which might be the whole time, I give you permission to roam around within the borders, I'm including Port Angeles." He said while crouching down to acclaim his bags.

"That's impossible, Dad. Port Angeles is actually one of the most dis-interesting sites I have ever been to. I wouldn't want my truck to suffer and use the gas it holds just to waste it like that. How about…Uhm, Phoenix? Maybe in Chicago?" I quietly hoped.

"Very funny, kid. Anyway, you know where the emergency money is; right behind the brick. The police station is right across the street if something happens and—"

"Dad, I know what I'm doing. I'm 20, remember?" He was all frenzied just by the front door; I couldn't help but laugh at his expression.

"Right, Sometimes I forget. Okay, bye now. I love you." He pecked on my cheek and headed towards his Camry.

"Love you too. Now go have fun in your businessman's business trip or wherever you're going. See you in a few." I almost shouted. I leaned by the wall on the front porch and Charlie was inside his car by the time I even finished. He shortly waved and I returned the favor. The vehicle was now on a distance and he was out of sight.

I turned back to the living room and had a stare down with the inanimate objects, secretly hoping for them to stare back to make things more interesting. Even if it was impossible.

"Ugh. I hate this place." I mumbled to myself, breaking my glare with the furniture which was frankly turning useless, and started to my room. "There's nothing to do…Damn Forks. Damn Freedom. Life's pretty much pointless if everyday is seemingly like this." I conversed with myself again. "Guess I could clean the house." I irritatingly exhaled and lazily dragged my body up the stairs and to my room. At a slow pace, I picked the pieces of garments that were lying around the ground and bed and threw them into a basket.

I walked into Charlie's room to see if it needed some cleaning and to my shock, it was honestly sanitary. Not bad for a man.

After basically haunting down every dust and dirt in the house and cleaned it just to kill time; there wasn't much left to do, except to risk myself and check the basement. Desperation and wanting-to-get-the-day-over-with won over me; I eventually gave up and stomped down the eerie bat cave in our house.

My one hand hung on the rail while I was stepping down the stairs; the other grazing along the wall to feel any sign of a light switch.

I landed safely on the ground and my face came across this some sort of metallic string. I lightly tugged it and the entire space lit up. Old-fashioned light…huh.

The basement was nothing spectacular; a standard rectangular wooden-floored grimy daunting room, although it was excellent storage for old things that we disposed of. I never visited this disturbing forsaken place, except when it comes to desperate measures. Say, maybe…like now.

I strode over to the shelves at the back part; and my feet caught on this entrap that only caused me to stumble to the shelves. Heavy and sharp boxes flew down, only to roughly land on my back. My hand instinctively detached the items away and rushed to stand up; carefully supporting my back.

That's usually what my punishment for being such a klutz in this universe.

I was utterly dumbfounded and awestruck at the same time, it so happens to be that my tiny sky blue bicycle with training wheels was the reason why I fell in the first place. I hadn't seen this little rascal in a decade!

Nostalgia blinded me and a smile crept across my face. The bicycle was Charlie's first homecoming present for me; it was a surprise right after he adopted me back when I was seven. Charlie's really sweeter than what I give him credit for. He enormously treats me like his own daughter, with no regrets or depression of having a real one…

I found myself staying in the basement for the rest of the night; reading old story books, flipping through some handmade scrapbooks of me in elementary and high school.

Turning over a page, a photo fell down to the floor. It was crumpled and torn in half when I picked it up. There, displayed in what was left in the printed paper was a woman.

She had a bob-style haircut, her wavy orange-red locks reaching to only her shoulders. Her smiling face seemed young; perhaps around my age, but the photo was obviously taken years before, so she might be older now. There was an arm wrapped around her waist, but to whom the arm belonged to wasn't seen, that was where the paper was torn apart.

I turned the paper around and written behind it were hollow words.

'Renee and Ch—'

'I will always lov—'

Those were the only ones that were recognizable; the rest were unknown since it went with the other part of the photo.

The night turned hazy while I returned to our living room. I decided to check up on Charlie; if he already reached somewhere by now.

I pulled out the phone in my pocket and dialed, tucking it in between my ear and shoulder while preparing the ingredients to my dinner. The line rung twice before Charlie answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad. How's it going? Reached Portland yet?" I asked while slicing my half of the left-over lasagna by the counter in the kitchen.

"No." He answered grumpily. "Traffic's too much of a mess, so I'm staying in this motel near Seattle. Anything good happened to your day?"

"Not so much. Everything's the same." I jokingly yawned for effect and he just chuckled. "Oh, if you don't mind, I threw a party and invited strangers from the street a while back. It was tiring but it'll do for the day, although I tried this cigarette, and I thought I tasted cocaine —" I teased some more.

"Well, at least you had fun, kid." He chuckled again. "Hey, I gotta go now. Early day tomorrow if I wanna start moving again."

"Okay, Dad. Bye."

"Bye."

"Oh wait, I almost forgot." For some reason, the photo comes into mind. "I saw this picture back in the basement earlier today…" I started.

"What were you doing in the basement? You never went there." Charlie's tone had a hint of disbelief and shock, and I had to shake my head at my father's doubt for me.

"I was killing time since you wouldn't allow me to run away to someplace warmer." I laughed at my own statement but Charlie stayed silent. "Anyway, you mind telling me about a lady with red hair named Renee?"

"R-r-enee?" Charlie was hesitating, and my interest about it only grew.

"Yeah, Renee. Any secret love affairs you want to tell me, Dad? What ever happened to her? She was pretty." I heated the lasagna in the microwave and waited for Charlie's reaction.

"Renee…" was all he said.

"Yes, that's her name." I rolled my eyes and leaned behind the counter, waiting for the food. "I think we already revealed that. Just spit it out, Dad."

"Renee, she…" He had grief all over his tone, and I had to ask why. "It was our second year anniversary in College. We celebrated in this hotel, and just days after…she left."

Oh. That's why.

"What happened? Why did she leave?"

"She didn't say. Nobody knew. Not even a note, or a message. Nothing." He was on the verge of breaking, his tone already secluded. "I tried looking for her, but her friends told me not to." He paused and took a deep breath. "Later on, they passed by and told me she passed away. They gave me her journal for insight, but I never read it." There was stinging going on around my eyes that I realized I was about to cry. The silent tears rolled down my cheek and the microwave beeped.

"Aw, Dad…I'm, real sorry." I wiped the tears away and pushed the button of the machine to retrieve my dinner.

"Yeah, me too." He cleared his throat and abruptly changed his tone. "I seriously have to sleep now. I know it's not that late, but…I'll see you soon. I love you, Bells. Night."

"Night, Dad. Love you too."

I ate my dinner in silence and headed towards the bedroom for the night. I lay in bed and I couldn't stop thinking about Renee and Charlie. But…if Renee lived and stayed happily with Charlie, he probably wouldn't believe the need to adopt so he wouldn't feel lonely. They would probably conceive their own child.

My dreams were filled of blunt blackness.

I was awoken by the sound of the phone. I automatically threw the pillow over my head, and peeked through the covers to see what time it was.

The phone kept ringing and I knew I couldn't ignore it, it probably might be an emergency or Charlie calling in.

I groaned while sitting up and stalked toward my bedroom table. The phone was still irritatingly ringing and I snatched it away.

"WHAT?" I practically growled into the phone. Only my closest friends and family knew I was not a morning person.

"Yes, Hello? Is this Miss Isabella Swan?" An unfamiliar voice answered. He was evidently taken back at my tone. I changed my approach towards the voice and asked what he wanted.

"This is the police department. We're sorry to inform you this; but…you're father was found in his car…" He trailed off, and I immediately became alert at the mention of Charlie.

"Is he alright? What happened to him?" I was frantic and near to hysterics.

"Miss Swan, He was in a car accident, and was-- mangled by a truck…." I dropped the phone and barely even heard him anymore. My eyes bored into deep space and I struggled to grasp everything.

"Hello? Miss Swan…?"

I didn't pick up the phone.

"…Miss Swan? Please answer. We're terribly sorry."

I didn't answer.

"Are you still there? Hello? Miss Swan, please speak up."

Not even a flinch.

My eyes rolled back and I was unconscious before I even realized it.

AN: To those who may have read this before, again, I OWN THE STORY OF THIS FFIC (not the characters) but I merely placed it here, in my first account. :)