AN: A little info before you start reading the story starts in 2006. Bella is a couple days away from her 19th birthday. This is the only chapter written so go read it and if you want me to continue then say so in a review.
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Letters from Charlie
My name is Isabella Dwyer and i grew up with a single mother. A flight woman who was never with one man for more than three months but she was the only family had. Now i have no one since my mother passed away.
I've thought about looking for my father but, if he didn't want me when i was a baby he sure as heck doesn't want anything to do with me now. So no matter how much i would love to get to know my father i gave up on the thought almost instantly.
It had been a couple of weeks since my mom died and between going to school and trying to find a job so that i could continue to go to school and pay rent. I am completely exhausted but if i don't do this today i really have no idea when i would get it done.
Starting in her bedroom first was the hardest decision to make. Since its where i found her. But i figured i might as well jump right in. Avoiding this room would do nothing but delay the heart ache.
Packing away the closet maybe the easiest just fold the clothes and put them in the card board boxes i brought with me. At the end of packing the clothes away i spotted some shoe boxes in the corner which was strange because my mother never kept shoe boxes. She liked to say
"Bella if you already wore the shoes why keep a box for it?"
Opening the very first box i noticed it was full of letters. Dozens of them.
Checking the envelop i notice it was addressed to me but in care of my mother. I had never received a piece of mail in my life i didn't even know any one in Washington. If i wasn't curious before i really was now.
September 10 2005
Dear Isabella ,
I think this will be my last letter i have tried for 18 years. You turn 18 in a couple days. You'll legally be an adult. I wanted so much to be apart of your life growing up as I've said in my previous letters. I wont take up much of you're time, you probably want to go hang out with your friends. I just want you to know that additionally to the money i sent for you every month that i had an account opened for you the minute i knew your were on your way into this world. I don't know what college you plan to go to or anything but i still put money in the account for you. You may not want anything to do with me but i really hope you use the money to further your education. I love you Isabella never forget that you have my blood running to through you and you carry my grand mothers name. That is your pass.
The account number is xxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx at the bank of America.
Love always Dad
I sat awe struck before just staring at the letter in my hand for a while before reaching back into the envelop and pulling out the card inside. It was black with purple and pink flowers on it, it read wishing you a very happy 18th birthday.
On the inside it said
"May your special day be filled with with friends, fun, laughter, and every wish your heart can dream of. Happy 18th Birthday!
Enclosed is $100. Have fun with your friends sweetheart."
How could be it be possible that all this time my father had wanted a relationship with me? And my mother never gave either of us a choice. I didn't even know my father sent money for me. And I'm sure i only got a percentage of it. There were dozens of envelops similar to the one i was just holding in my hand. I grabbed the boxes and headed into my room. I threw a couple of necessities along with the boxes into my Nike Brasilia 5 duffle bag and grabbed my hand bag with the final letter from my father in my hand and headed straight to the bank.
"yes hi id like to check a bank account"
"Name please?"
"Isabella Dwyer"
The teller tapped some keys and then said she could find anything but then something struck me. On the envelopes from my father he always wrote to Isabella Swan. Maybe that's the name he use to open the account.
"Try Isabella Swan"
"account number ?" I gave it to her
"password". Huh? I don't have a password.
"i don't have one"
"I'm sorry you cant access this account with out the password."
"alright. Thank you."
Walking outside to sit i felt so disappointed now what do i do. I sat on the bench in front of the bank and re-read the letter again if these are the only way i would ever be close to him i would be grateful. Its a lot closer than i ever thought i would get. Why did my mom tell me all these year that my father was a dead beat ? Shes been taking the money he's been sending me. She took away my chance of having a father.
Just as i was thinking that i notice something.
Going back into the bank i give the teller the information again and when I'm asked the pass word i tell her Marie.
"what would you like to do today."
"I would like to check my bank account balance please."
"There's Two hundred and fifty thousand in this account "
"i want to with draw six hundred please".
She handed the money to me and i made my way to the airport. I found out the closest i could get by plane was Seattle. When i get the I'll have to take the train to forks . I'm going to find my father.