Disclaimer: the Twilight characters do not belong to me nor does the main twilight story plot

All that belongs to me is my oc and any twist and turns in the story.

Chapter 1: Back home

Airports, I've always hated airports. The waiting and more waiting… you've got to get there two hours before the flight, check in, get through customs and wait for the flight. Sure there are some shops, cafes, bars to consume your time with, but then you start panicking you're going to miss your flight(well I do). Then, oh don't get me started on waiting for your luggage! Why can't it be just as quick as you see on the movies.

You're probably wondering why I am moaning about airports. Well I'm stuck in one at the moment. Waiting for my damn luggage. I swear this thing has gone around about four time! Sorry going off again.

You see, I got a call from my uncle a few months ago about my baby cousin Izzy. She had a bad break up and I mean really bad. Her ex just up and left with his family in a matter of days after her birthday and left her in the middle of the woods! The woods! Who does that!

She use to messaged me all the time about him, but something was always missing in them… just little bits and bobs that didn't add up. I didn't push for them knowing how much Izzy likes her privacy. But from what she wrote and talked about on the phone, they sounded so in love, truly in love. You know your fairy tale love. They sounded like soulmates.

So I didn't believe it when I first heard, it just couldn't be. She just talked to me a few days before it all happened and nothing sounded wrong, but now that I think about it she didn't call me after her birthday to say how it went. I just got a message few days later saying he's gone. She wouldn't text back or pick up her phone for an explanation. It ended up with my uncle picking it up and telling me what was happening.

God, I won't forget his voice in that phone call, it broke my heart. He was so angry that it even happened, saying he didn't even see it coming. But he was chocking up. Every so often you could hear the struggle when he swallowed. And a few sniffs, so scared that he wasn't going to find her. He kept me on the phone for every moment that passed, until they found her. The relief in his voice. Had me letting loose my breathe that I didn't even know I was holding.

Problem then was she was unresponsive to everything. He was telling me she wasn't responding to him, just starring out the window, barely blinking. She was like that for three months.

I got so many calls through those months, of her in that state. Uncle Charlie, he didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to do. He was going on about sending her back to Renée, it would be good to get her out of Forks, get away from everything that reminded her of him.

I told him this wasn't a good idea, Edward abandoned her. Sending her away, you sending her away will bring up all those emotions and memories back up. All you can do is be there for her. Be her protecting, loving father she needs.

And that's what he tried to do, to be. Whilst begging me to come help. I just couldn't get there during her worse. I was in England for uni, to be a doctor. I couldn't just up and leave that. So it took a good 4 months to get a placement at Forks hospital and a few videos interviews for Seattles collage to carry on my course. Then to book my flights and get there… I was losing my mind with all the stress.

But I finally arrived at this stupid airport, it's ten pm 19th of March.

Ohh there's my bag!

Finally collecting it, I make my way through this horrible hell to finally reach the exit.

Glancing at my phone, I see I've got a few miss calls and a voice mail from Charlie whilst my phone was off and for it to finally reached signal out of the airport.

"Isabeau!"

My head turned so fast at the sound of my name, that it clicked shooting pain across my neck. Groaning and trying to massage it, I look around for who called me. To come across uncle Charlie running up to me with such a panic stricken face. "Bella, has run away!"

What.

Wait what? " What! Why would she do that? You said she was better, finally getting back to herself" I didn't know how to comprehend any of this. This has just come out from nowhere. Just what?

Looking at Charlie I could tell he didn't see it coming either. Trying to keep himself together. Trying to put himself into his chief police mode. But this is his daughter, this is different from any other run away case.

" I was at Harry's funeral, when Jacob called saying she ran off with Alice to Italy!" Woah, go Izzy. "It has something to do with Edward. Why couldn't he of just stayed away…" for once I was hearing a different Charlie. I'm use to the soft mumbling, but this, this is clear and yet shaky fast talking. Watching as he rubbed his hands across his face. I tried to think of what to say.

"Did…did she leave a message at all for you?" Knowing Izzy, she doesn't want anyone to worry about her, so she would of left something or told someone to say something at least.

Looking a bit like himself again, he gruffed out " Jacob said she would be back in a couple of days, four the max."

At least she's said she's coming back. She didn't run away because she couldn't stand it there anymore. So what ever got her going most be important.

"Good. So we can keep the panic down for the moment" got a dirty look for that "that doesn't mean we aren't worried and extremely angry with her" I amended. Hey, I didn't want to be in my uncle Charlie's bad books. Got to keep it to myself that I think it's awesome she's ran of to Italy. Ohh taking after her big cousin, running of to strange places. I'm so proud.

But if that little piece of shit has put her in danger again, oh he better be ready for hell. He'll have to grovel to be allowed by her side again. I'm not letting him break her again… I hated that I wasn't here to help.

" She'll be fine Uncle Charlie. She's got a good head on her shoulders. She gets that from you." I tried to calm him down a bit. " Shes eighteen now, and she's never done her rebel stage. Just let her have this one crazy moment. When she gets back you can ground her for however much time you like… and force a tone of new rules"

Finally nodded his head to agree with me, he picked up my bag " Come on. Let's get you home, you've had along day" Making our way to his cruiser, I was to tired to be embarrassed to be seen in a police car, that I finally relaxed in my seat for the drive home.

So that's my first chapter done!

I hope you like it. I've never written for people to see, but I thought I would try it out. I always make up the stories in my head and never write them down…

P.S my other account that was attached to Facebook has gone crazy because it's used with an email address that I made up when I was 12, which is long dead now so it's cut me of when I tried to change it.