A/N: Should I just delete this story? Or would you guys like a rewrite? Please contact me thought PM or review. I get tired of looking at this story, I realize that I rushed it and I shouldn't have. If I just concentrated more on what I was writing and the plot then I would feel like killing myself every time I think of how horrible this story turned out. Again, delete this story of do a rewrite?

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Authors note: This first chapter will be short. Please review if you have the time.

Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, rain fell, and Bella suddenly realized that the trip was going to be even more difficult than she imagined. Bella's mother Renee wanted to send her daughter to live away.

The Reason was because of Paul, whom Renee planed to marry very soon. Bella didn't have anyone, although she didn't care, her mother did however. Bella currently stood just inside the doorway of the house she had spent the majority of her childhood living in. Outside the movers moved furniture and other things into a moving van. The movers, because of the rain, pulled on black trench coats and continued working.

Bella wouldn't need anything being put in the van; all her possessions could be carried in a backpack. Bella's Swiss Gear backpack, one she had ever since her 15th birthday 1-year prior, lay propped up against the open door beside her.

Once it was apparent that the deluge of rain wouldn't let up, Bella groaned. "I'll be back, don't move." She said to her backpack. In reality Bella associated more with her backpack than with her mother.

Bella walked to a closet only a few feet from the front entrance, and opened it. The only thing in the closet made Bella sigh in dejected happiness. "You, besides backpack, are my only friend. Jeez, that sounded depressing."

Reaching forward, Bella pulled an item of clothing out of the closet. Not bothering too look at it Bella pulled it on over her Werewolf in Paris T-Shirt. The simple black hoodie would keep the rain off, and it had the words Star Wars running across the front in white block letters.

Bella pulled the hood over her head. The reason she liked this particular hoodie, besides Star Wars, was that it perfectly disguised her golden brown hair. Bella was bullied about it's color in school so badly that she always wanted to hide it from everyone.

Turning towards the front door so she could get her backpack and sling it around her shoulders, Bella hissed. Renee was standing next to the backpack looking down upon it, looking like she hated it.

"If you touch it; I swear to god I will fucking kill you." Bella snarled.

"What have I told you about swearing? You are not allowed to say things like that…and besides it looks wrong coming out of your mouth. You're always so quite, it just looks unnatural so stop it this instant." Renee scolded.

Because she couldn't give a fuck about what her mother said, Bella simple ignored what ever she said. "Answer me young lady, or I will take you backpack and burn it." Renee said again with steely anger entering her voice.

Bella was disturbed at this turn of events, so she complied with her mother and answered. "Listen I can't give a fuck about what you want, really I can't. As for the swearing, well I already know Charlie will have nothing to say about it."

Renee looked indignant, horrified, hurt, and pissed off. Because of all the emotions the woman shouted without thinking, "Go to your room, and shut up!"

"Okay. I will. Bye. Hope to never see you ugly face ever again." Bella said.

"Where are you going?" Renee asked. Bella simply ignored her mother and grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulders. Stopping Bella looked into her mother's eyes pinning the woman to the wall with her glare.

"I've loved living with you, for the first 8 years. I moved here after living 2 years with Charlie, and at first living here was fun enjoyable. After I turned 10? It was fucking horrid. You 'meet' all those guys and never had any time for me. You were never there when I needed you, never tucked me in at night, never calmed me down and you always let my temper run unchecked. Maybe that's why I swear, don't you think? You never comforted me and gave me words of advice when I was bullied at school; you never helped me with my homework either. After you started fucking all those guys and left me to fend for myself? You stopped being a mother. I hope you rot in hell, or at least go back to being the woman I used to call mother. Either way I'll be happy."

After shouting the words at Renee Bella stormed out the door, and walked towards the local Phoenix police station. Charlie had driven all the way out to Phoenix Arizona to drive Bella all the way back to Forks Washington. 'At least he's a better parent.' Bella thought 'He came for me he actually cares about me.'