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"Where do you think you're going?"Renee yelled at me.

"Fuck off." I seethed.

"Answer me God damnit!"

"Mother, what does it look like I'm doing. I'm leaving; maybe if you got your head out of Phil's ass you could see that" I snarked.

She growled. She fucking growled at me. Well she got the habit from me. I sometimes act like an animal. But that's what I become when I'm angry. Like now.

"Get back here. Right now." She whispered.

Oh shit. Renee doesn't whisper unless she's about to explode. You know, it's like the calm before the storm. Or the eye of the storm. Either way your ass is about to be grass. I almost stopped. Almost but didn't.

She stomped right up to me, grabed my hair, and slung me on the ground like I don't way 125 pounds. Astonishing.

"YOU WILL NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME WHEN I'M TALKING. GO GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT. BRING IT DOWN STAIRS. ALL OF IT." Mother bellowed. I didn't know what to do, because this isn't even the begining of her rant. "NOW!"

And I booked it up stairs. Shit shit shit. I wonder what she's going to do. While I packed I thought about what just happened.

"Hi Mom." I said walking into the livingroom after school. What I saw has scared me for life. "What the fuck! Phil get out of my fucking house. NOW!" I growled at the man hitting my mother. Yes hitting her, with his stuip fists.

I wrenched open the coat closet by the front door. Grabed ahold of the bat. Walked back into the living room. And swung as hard as I could. I heard the satisfying crunch of his ribs and then the howls of pain as he crumptled to the floor.

"Get OUT!" I saw red. "Get the fuck up you sorry piece of shit!" I said to the douchebag. "And you! How fucking dare you!? Bring him in to MY house!" I screamed at Renee. I was so livid. My fucking house. The house that my grandfather gave me. The house I let my stupid shit for brains of a mother live in. She knew the rules! Not Phil. "Why?" My voice broke. "God you are so fucking stupid. Get out! Both of you, out!" I said through the tears in my eyes. I'm so angry I'm crying. This has never happened before.

I was getting angry that they weren't moving fast enough so I started kicking Phil's huddled form. Again and again and again.

Seven kicks and blood wrenching screams later. They were out the door and in middle of the street.

Mother cried and cried. Said she was sorry. I asked if she was going to stay away she said no. So I said I was done. I was going to get fucked up and fuck. She wasn't having any of that.

So here we are.

I finished packing my things and brought it all down stairs. I wonder what she was going.

"Good. I just got the tickets. We talked while you were packing. Put your shit in the car. Go please." Mother said.

What in the hell? "Mother, who's we? Tickets to where? Where am I going?"

"Charlies."

"Oh no I'm not."

"Oh yes you are. Move it." She exclaimed in a dreal sargents manner.

"No. The. Fuck. I'm. Not." How could I get any more clearer. I couldn't. I started to grab my stuff so I could take it up stairs. She reached across and smacked in the face. I screamed as I hit the floor from the impact. That's going to bruise.

"You will do as I say I'm your mother for Christs sake. I need to straighten things out. I'm not going to see that prick anymore. But I'm also not going to let you make matters worse living here. I'm sending you to your dad's because you need to learn some damn manners. And Charlie was happy to be of service. So stop acting like some spoiled fucking brat and do what i'm telling you to do just this once without any arguments. I know i've messed things up. I get it, you hate me. But i'll be damned if i'm going to let you get away with talking to me like that." She ranted. I just sat quietly. I had never hated Mother. Until now. "So if you'd please get up and move your ass, before I move it for you so you, won't miss your plane."

I got up, got my stuff, and put it in MY car. Not Renee's. Mine. I got in. Turned the key and left. She was upstairs putting on shoes so we could leave together. But fuck her. I don't need her. I pulled up to JM moters. And told the clerk that I was going away for a trip and needed my baby to be there. She obliged. Yes, maybe it won't be so bad after all. Someone was going to drive my beautiful Audi r8 to the deary town of i was excited to go. To get away for her and her psycho bullshit.

The plane ride was a long one. I tried to sleep but I'd just wake up with a head ache. So I did the only thing I could think of doing at a time like this.

"Sir," I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster while nudging him awake. '"Sir," Yes finally awake! "I know this is going to sound terrible but I have a horrible headache and I just want to get to sleep. But will you please ask the sturtist more some Gin please." And cue the puppy dog eyes. The old man was mine for sure but I just had to sell it perfectly. Who am I if not Bella Swan. "Sir, it's not liking i'm going to be doing anything rowdy, but Grandpa always gave me a sip before bed. I've grown accustome to it. And since he passed away I haven't really had a great nights sleep since." That last bit was true. And it hurts just to think about it.

The nice old man got me my Gin. And told me a lovely story of how he give his grandbabbies a sip of Gin too. Touching I know.

Grandpa did die. But he lived a long and healthy life. He was my best friend. He had one of the most successful railroading businesses ever to me the United States. As time grew on that business launched it's first airplane program, The Boeing Company. Super famous as they say. Anyways Grandpa ended up with billions, he had many of women. Hell Joslyn, Dad's mom, left Grandpa when he was a nobody. She came crawling back of course. Grandpa didn't give her the time of day though. That's what he always told me. 'Sweets, don't ever let a man or woman get to you. Love with all your heart, but don't let 'em break you. Be strong in the face, but once you get behind closed doors weep for everything lost. And pray for everything gained." And that's what I did. What I do.

The funeral was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. Joslyn showed up. Tryed to claim that they were still married and she had rights to half of everything. She was insane. Breaking up my grandfathers funeral service while my whole fucking family was in mourning. So I hit a bitch. A lawsuit and a broken nose later, she magically dropped all charges due to the fact my Grandpa got a prenup. Take that you filthy shank!

A few months passed after the Will reading, which by the way Grandpa left me everything - the cars, the houses, the islands, the company, and the 9.4 billion dollar networth (not including the companys income, I let Dad handle that one.)- I didn't any of it. I was still in greeving but Mother insisted I get away from my home town in Forks. I couldn't have agreed more at that moment.

So we packed up in the middle of the night and left the only home I ever knew at the age of 13 and never looked back until today.

"Dad, I'm going to the store." I yelled trying to make a break for it.

"Okay Bells, but let me talk to you first." Damn it.

"Umkay Dad, what's up?"

"Well Iz I know you're going to make friends but promise me you won't do anything stupid." He pleaded.

I thought that was just silly. "Yeah Dad nothing stupid. How is it supposed to be fucking stupid if all this town is is trees and green?" I popped off.

"Bella Bear I know you hate it here but it isn't so bad. I know you miss Dad. I do too. But quit being so damn stubborn and try to like it. For me?" I smiled at the fact that Dad was never able to just call me one name. And then I frowned at what he's asking me to do.

"Yeah Dad I miss grandpa. Mom's a bitch and wouldn't even let me call you afterwords. I miss him damn it. But i'm not dwelling on that. It's just there isn't a damn thing to do around here."

"You'd be surprised." He smirked. Dad fucking smirked. Weird.

"Who are you banging?" I asked.

"Wh...I'm... I'm not seeing anyone." He stuttered out.

"Don't lie to me dad." I warned wagging my finger infront of his face.

"How in the hell did you know I was in a relationship?"

"Good guesser. Oh and you get this goofy ass grin on your face when you think about it." I laughed at his rosey cheeks.

"Well so do you Isabella. I'll break that kids dick." Shit. My turn to blush, because he was right I was thinking about my recent activities. "None of your damn business anyways." He snorted out.

"Fuck Dad it was just a question. Miss Clearwater isn't it?" I knew I was right because of the darkening of the face. "I knew it. She's always had the hots for you. But back to the subject at hand. Break up any good parties there chief?" I quizzed

He smiled triumphently. "As a matter of fact I have. The Cullen's are always have huge parties. And sometimes I go with Billy to break up the ones down at the Rez."

I laughed loudly. "Since when are you so hip?"

"Since Sue's daughter Leah started hanging out with me." I laughed harder. And snorted at one point.

"Be...serious." I chocked out. "But dad, from now own you don't break up the parties. Got it."

"Not happening Belly Bean."

"Daaaaaad," I whined. "Puh-puh-pleaseeee" I gave him my famous Bambi deer pout.

"Alright Izzy but you'll call me if it get's to rough and be home before midnight alright? You are going to school in the morning." I grinned at how well that works and launched myself at Dad.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you." I screamed hugging him too tight and pelting his face with kisses his comment on school be damned he just made life a litte easier.

I said my good by's as I was racing out to my beautiful bike. Not that Kendra Wilkinson, the audi, isn't good enough. It's just that it isn't raining yet and I need to ride my 2007 kawasaki ninja 250r, my bike, my precious.

I jumped on. Pulled my helmet on. Luckily I had my leather fitted jacket on, or I would freeze my ovaries off. I slammed down on the clutch. It started with a rumble. "Halle" I fucking purred. This machine could give anyone a orgasm. Her name is Halle Berry due to the fact that she is mindblowingly sexy and sleek. And she can purr like a kitty. I smirked just thinking about this years Halloween costume.

I'm racing down the slick streets. Zooming past trees. Creating green blurs in my wake.

Shit I passed the store. I slam on my breaks making a horrible screeching sound. I do hate the smell of that unless it is someone behind me eating my dust. Racing. Just thinking about it is send shivers up my spine. Beautiful.

I pull Halle up on the side walk because lets face it. It going to rain. And my darling is just not going to be put through that. The cashier is sneering at me. Loser.

I walk in and Rip off my helmet. "Hello small hick town of forks!" I shout at the top of my lungs.