Chapter 1: You Fat Bastard!

Bella POV

"Mom, where is my knife!?", I yelled from my room. It sounded a bit muffled because my head was under my bed, looking around for my favorite knife.

"What did you say, honey?", my mom, Renee, asked from the doorway. I hated it when she called me 'Honey', or 'Baby', or 'Muffin'. All of her nicknames for me were sick, and disgusting.

"I said, where is my knife!?", I yelled again. God I hate that woman. She is so stupid; always cheerful. I'm fine with cheerful people, but only those who are that way by nature. My mom forces her cheerfulness, and it's disgusting. She is such a Barbie drama queen. She's always talking to me. Can't she just stay quiet!?

"Cupcake, you have so many; how am I supposed to know?" Of course you don't know, you don't know anything, you fat bastard. I thought to myself. That was what I really wanted to say.

"I mean, my favorite knife; the one I carry around in that string in my thigh." I said, annoyed.

"Oh, that one." She replied quietly. She hated it, which was one of my many reasons for loving it.

"I packed it already. It's in the car with your bags. Hurry up, or else we're goanna be late for your plane."

"Fine, whatever. Just let me have one cigarette before I board the plane; the flight is long." I replied in a monotone voice.

I knew my mother hated it when I smoked, but she always wanted to be a cool mom.

My mother hated a lot of things I did. She hated the fact that I was into Metal and Rock music. She hated that I only where black clothes. She hated that I smoked. She hated that I loved knifes. She hated that I was good at Kong Fu. She hated that I was not a popular kid. She hated that I did not have friends. She hated it when I sometimes cut my wrist. Basically, she hated me.

My motto? If you can't please them, provoke them.

That has worked out fine for me, for the last 3 years. She always tried to hide it. She always told me how she wanted us to be best friends; that she wanted me to start ballet and be her pink little fluffy Bella-Ballerina.

Well, tough luck mom. You got a smoking Goth/Emo kid instead. But don't be sad, because you are pregnant, yet again. Maybe this kid will turn out OK. But what to do with the other one? hmm-ah! I know, send her to the rainiest place in the U.S: Forks Washington!

So that's where I'm headed, to Forks, Washington, to live with my dad. He's Chief of Police. Mom said I was going there to spend a little time to 'Get to know my father'. Yeah, right. He hated me as much as she did.

The car ride was full of my mother's fake tears. She cried and cried, telling me how much she was going to miss me. My new step dad, Phil, was silent. He just drove the car, although he had a huge grin on his face.

Phil and I weren't the best of friends. We hated each other. He tried to hide it when my mom was there, but I didn't care if she found out or not.

One time, he took my glass knife that was on my TV, and threw it against the wall. It smashed to a million pieces. Mom came home the right as I yelled, "You stupid, fat, bastard!" Let's just say, she wasn't happy.

I knew the real reason they where sending me to Charlie's. They where going to have a baby. But did they tell me? No, of course not. They still haven't told me.

Now I'm on my way to the airport. When we got there and went through security, I quickly ran outside to take my last smoke in the sun. My mother trailed behind me like a love -sick puppy. But this puppy looked like it could have been dead for, like, 5 months.

Okay, that was a lie. My mother was pretty. For a 35 year old anyway. I looked like her, in many ways. We shared the same mahogany brown hair. Her hair was short, mine was long with red and black highlights. We shared the hart shaped face. My face looked like a young version of her. We were skinny too. Well, I was skinny; she had a little extra here and there.

People always said that I was the pretty one. Unlike my mother, and the rest of Phoenix Arizona, I am pale. I mean seriously pale.

My mother was currently sobbing over something I did not hear, and I probably do not care ether. I finished my cigarette and we went back inside.

We found Phil in a restaurant, reading the news paper. My mom quickly walked over to him and cried on his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the other side of them. Phil was glaring at me, and I was smiling sweetly back at him. I mouthed the words 'I hate you', to him, with the smile still on my face.

"Okay mom, you can cut the crap. I know the real reason you are sending me to Forks. You don't want me to get to know Charlie. I know you are pregnant mom. I saw the test and I saw the ultrasound pictures. I know that you don't like me, and are sick of me. That's okay, cause I don't like you ether. So you can leave now, and I'll see you in a few years."

They both looked at me in shock. That was the first time I told them that I didn't like them.

"You knew about the baby?" Was all my mother said. Yes your only daughter just told you she doesn't like you, and what do you do? You ask about your unborn child!

"No, I just guessed." I replied, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Of course I knew! You may not know this but, I'm not stupid!" God I hate them.

"Come on Renee, let's go. She doesn't want us here." Phil said while glaring at me.

"Fine. Well, I love you Isabella. No matter what you think." My mother called through her tears.

"Of course, I know you love me; I'm your daughter. But it's about liking me; you hate me. You hate me with every fiber of your body. And to be honest, I don't like you that much ether. So, again, I'll see you in a few years. Bye." And with that I walked away.

Finally, I told them how I felt!

I boarded my plane to Seattle. I was going to fly to Seattle and from Seattle to Port Angels, where my dad would be waiting for me.

Lucky for me, I got the window seat. I looked out at Phoenix for the last time in some years. Well that gave me a warm feeling. I smiled to myself. This might not be so bad. I was so use to steeling in Phoenix, and I knew the police so well there. New places to steel from, I thought to myself.

Well, Mr. Forks of Washington, here I come!

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