They say that in life each ending is really a new beginning, so this juncture in my life is the ultimate beginning.

*BPOV*

I had been with Brian for almost seven years, I made the mistake of marrying him three years ago. Just before our anniversary, I made the decision to leave. I woke up in the morning one Saturday after one of his usual late nights out and just couldn't take it anymore. So I packed a bag and our two children and got in my suv and headed in the direction of the only place I could think to go. The only place I had ever considered home. On my way I called my best friend and a moving company. Later that day when I knew Brian would be out like always until the wee hours of the following morning, Jake would let the movers in and see that everything that was mine would be packed and sent out to me. I knew that if I didn't keep driving that I would never actually leave.

It had been so long since I had last been to Forks, Washington. When I lived there as an adolescent all I could ever do was talk about getting out, yet it was the one place I felt at peace. After graduating from high school I fled to a college on the other side of the country, sadly the city of Rochester, NY was not much different than Forks. The sun rarely came out for very long, the only true difference was that Forks was always wet with rain, and Rochester always seemed to be covered in snow. I had spent the last eleven years pretending I was in a better place when I found myself headed home. There was much that I would miss about my segregate home, but so much that I needed to get away from.

I called Charlie when I reached the out skits of Rapid City, South Dakota. I felt like I had been driving much longer than I had been. It didn't really matter to me at this point. I wasn't going back, but I was terrified about what awaited me at my destination. Charlie was extremely happy that we were coming home, but what about the others? Were they still there, my father had not told me. After my hasty departure Charlie made it a point of not bringing up things he thought would drive me farther away. I was carrying so much baggage both old and new, I didn't know what I was going to do if they were there. And what of him, what about the one person who had mattered so much to me back then?

I listened to some old cds while I drove. My two small children asleep in the back seat, had never been to Forks, and they were unaware of what was happening now. Jake called to tell me that the moving van was headed to the address I had given him, they were about a day behind me on the road. Charlie, god love him, had rented me a house not far from his in town. The older couple that had lived there had moved to Florida, their children were trying to sell the house and the real estate agent told them they should try rent to own first because of the state of the economy. He also got me a job at the police station answering the phone and filing, it wasn't much but at least it was a start. Charlie had wanted us to just come and stay with him, but his two bedroom house just wasn't big enough for all of us. I was beyond grateful to him, and though he and I had never been big on the emotional touchy feely stuff I knew that his actions right now were his way of trying to take care of his little girl.

I had taken I-90 the whole way, and was just outside of Seattle when I called Charlie to tell him that we were almost home. He had planned on meeting us at the house he had rented, but I talked him into meeting at the diner. I knew that the movers weren't far behind us, but I didn't see a point in sitting around an empty house with nothing to do for several hours. He agreed, wanting to show off his grandchildren to the whole town, starting with the regulars at the diner. Charlie was the Chief of Police in Forks, and he made it a point of knowing everyone in the town. He had used the diner as his home away from home, for both the station and is literal home. If anyone needed to find him, the diner was the place to do it. It was less formal than the station, and it kept people from bothering him at the house. I always thought he had a thing for the waitress Sue, who practically ran the place. Charlie had lived in Forks his whole life. He met my mom in Seattle, when he was in the police academy. She was a free spirit, and they fell in love the first night they met. A few months later they were married, and less than a year later I was born. However, when Charlie moved his family back to his childhood home it was not what my mom had in mind. I wasn't two years old when she packed us up and left Charlie standing on the front step wondering what he could have done to keep us there.

After she remarried several years later, I moved back to Forks. My step father was a semi pro baseball player, and it was easier for me to stay in one place for my school years than to be shuffled around to whatever local Phil was playing ball for at the time. I missed my mom, but I knew that being with Phil made her happy, and traveling around the country season to season would not make me happy. It was the start of kindergarten when I met them. They were an integral part of my life for thirteen years.

(Flashback)

Four children are sitting on carpet squares playing in a small classroom, their heads are bent towards each other as if in deep conversation. The smallest of the four, a petite girl with dark hair looked up at me as I begged my father not to leave me there.

"Please, daddy can't I go to the station with you?" I was tugging on his uniform shirt as he spoke with the teacher. She as a pretty woman, and tried to explain that it would get easier, that many children have a hard time letting go. "Please?" I tried one last time as I watched the dark haired girl walk towards us.

"I will be back at 2 o'clock Bells, I promise" Charlie looked heartbroken, but he stood firm. " Have fun, try and make some friends. Love ya kiddo."

I stuck my lower lip out in an attempt to pout, but he wasn't falling for it, and the dark haired girl was now staring.

"Hi!" she said in a sweet voice, she seemed very full of energy. She seemed to be bouncing in place.

"Hi" I said back, I tried to hide behind my long brown hair. I was horribly shy, and making friends was not easy for me.

"My name is Mary Alice, but you can call me Alice. Wanna, sit with us?" she said and motioned towards the small group of three still sitting on the floor. Before I could answer she had grabbed my hand and was dragging me towards them.

I stared out the window in the parking lot of the diner, waiting for the police cruiser to come into view before getting out of the suv. Emily my two year old was awake and talking to her doll, while her brother Joseph who was just six months was sound asleep in his car seat. I didn't have to wait long for Charlie.

This is my first attempt at a Fanfic, please be kind but if you have some critiques I am open to them.