Okay. This is my second Fanfiction so please me nice. You don't have to, but i do like people reviewing my work, bad or goodly.

Disclaimer - I do NOT own any of the Twilight Saga :( ... I no, so sad. I don't own the normal character but i do own Olivia and Megan.

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A/N - It has some bad language so, cause i'm paranoid it's rated T :)

Love Story.

Chapter One - Moving.

"Mum, I want to do this. I am sick and tired of my life here, I am sick of Phil bossing me around when he isn't even my real dad. I mean c'mon!" I shouted angrily.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but i prefur to be called Bella. I find that my longer name sounds really posh.. i no its not but its my opinion. My mum and dad split when i was little but i occasionally visit him in the summer holidays, just to say 'Hi!' But i really do miss him, he is so much better than Phil, Phil the bossy, no-mannered, stuck up slag. I just cannott put up with him anymore, everywhere i go, he is waiting there with his cunning smile slapped on his face. My mum says 'Oh, Isabella. That is just in his nature.' Yeah right, anybody would notice that everytime i walk past his stupid grin that was smacked on his face, he was up to something. He bullies me around saying 'BELLA! Do the fucking dishes!" or 'BELLA! Do the flipping washing'

"Isabella Marie Swan! You are not leaving madam. You have jobs around here, chores. You can't expect Phil and I to do them all! You are so fucking selfish..You know that!" Renee screamed in my face, leaving spots of her foul, alcoholic infected spit planted on my face. Gross.

"Renee! I'm not your personal slave, and im especially not that bastard Phil's! You call me selfish? Look at yourself for once, i'm not you shitty slave anymore, I'm out of here.!"

"Renee?, How dare you call me that. To you my name will always be 'MUM'!"

I couldn't take anymore of their crap anymore, i had to get out of here. I don't want to grow up and become a housewife, stuck in the house..doing chores. Uh. I sprinted up the stairs, tripping heavily along the way but before i could straighten myself up, Phil grabbed hold of my ankle so tight that i thought the blood would get cut off.

"Get the hell off of me, pervert!" I shouted upset. I knew they would not let me go without a fight.

"Why should I? Princess?" He replied, his breath smothered with the remains of fags.

I didn't no what had come over me, probably just a streak of anger which was bubbling ferociously inside of me, wanting me to give in..and let it all burn out. That is what exactly happened. I turned steadily with the upper half of my body and hit him round the face with my fist.

He let go of my beetroot coloured foot and stuttered "Ow, you fucking whore. Your getting it now!"

I sprinted without giving second thoughts on my feet. If i fell, i fell. I stumbled into my room. The place where i felt safe. I quickly locked the door and dragged out my baby pink suitcase which held so many memories of travelling to Forks. I pulled open my draws and threw anything i could find into the suitcase. 5 pairs of skinnies, 20 mixed tops, 5 pairs of , pants, hair stuff, toilet essentials, anything i could lay my hands on really. I zipped up my suitcase and listened carefully to the noises coming from outside of my door.

"I'm going to knock the door down if she doesn't come out of there in 3 minutes." Phil whispered, thinking i couldn't hear to Renee.

"I'll help with torturing of Bella, baby." Renee tuned in.

Oh how much i hated them now. How much i wanted, needed to travel to Forks. Live my my loving and irrational father, Charlie. The one who doesn't talk much, but sticks up for me in sticky situations. A real parent.. I turned on my mobile and hesitantly dialed the airports number.

"Hello. This is American Airways, how may be be of assistance?" I kind women's voice answered.

"Um, yeah. Have you got any flights going to Seattle?" I asked nervously and quietly, hoping that Renee and Phil couldn't hear. I decided that once i landed in Seattle i would phone Charlie and tell him that i was now living with him until i was old enough to find my own place. I needed to get enrolled in the High School, make new friends, new clothes, shoes anything important that i was leaving behind.

"Yes. We're bording in approximately 6 hours. Would you like to buy a ticket?" 6 hours should be enough to get out of this hell-hole.

"I'll take it, please." I whispered.

"Okay, you'll pay when you reach the bookings desk." This lady sure did sound kind and friendly. I smiled.

"Thank-you very much"

"No Problem. Thank-you for choosing American Airways." The lady replied.

I pressed end call on my LG Viewty and opened my window. I stared down for a couple of seconds and gasped. I never knew the house was this tall.. it was either this or facing Renee and Phil. Decisions, decisions. I could either fall to my death, or get beaten to a pulp by the devils themselves.

"I'm kicking the door down, sweetie in 5 seconds!" Phil cooed. Uh.

Without thinking a pushed my phone into my pocket, picked up my suitcase and waited until he knocked down the door. He stood there red and flustered.

"You always choose the hardest way dontcha darlin'

"Because your so fucking messed up, my mum was never like this, but then you came along and messed everything up!" I screamed, not scared of his games anymore.

I sprinted towards the entrance where my door once was and whacked Renee with the suitcase. I felt guilty doing it, because it wasn't entirely her fault she had turned into a monster, Phil was the main part of it. Man i hated him. I looked back and Renee was on the floor clutching her chest, Phil was soothing her which made me feel sick.

"You cow! You flipping COW!" Renee shouted from her place on the floor. "Get her Phil!"

What! I could not believe my own mum set Phil on me, like a bloody dog!

"M-mum, I'm sorry." I whimpered and shooted down the stairs. I looked on the side and saw my mums and Phil's credit cards, also my mums car keys were left there. "Perfect." I muttered. It felt wrong taking them, but i needed money for the plane, food, clothes, a car to actually get to the airport. Uh.

I heard Phil running panting heavily. Good. He deserved to go through the pain he had put me through over the years. The bruises he has left on my sensitive skin, the scars where he would cut me when he was stressed. The circular marks where he made Renee put her fag out on me. I hated them both!

"Fuck you Phil!" I whispered to myself and opened the front door and ran out to my mums Ford Mondeo. I didn't take a second look back i just hopped into the car and drove ast speed onto the highway. I was finally free. Or so i hoped. It took about half an hour to get to Phoenix airport, and i felt happy. Happy that i had left the hell-hole behind. The beatings. The horror. I shook my head at the thought. I still couldn't believe my mum and married someone so foul, immature and abusive.

"Airport, 1 mile." I sighed. The plane would be taking off in about 4 hours, so i had time to get essentials which i needed. A car horn honked loudily behind which made me jump, i looked in my rear mirror and was horrified at the sight..My own mother pointing a gun out of the wind shield. How could she? My own fucking mother!

I put My foot down and sped off out of sight. My heart was racing when i reached the gates of the airport. It made me feel safe, but nervous. My mother wouldn't make a scene in an overly crowded place. I managed to find an open space in which i parked, took out my suitcase and legged it into the automatic doors where i reached bookings desk. Finally.

"Hello, how may i help you?" A young man asked.

"I've booked a ticket to go directly to Seattle." i replied.

"Ah, name please?"

"Isabella Swan"

"Okay, that will be 100$ ma'am."

I handed over Phils card and typed in the pin number, hoping it would work.

"Thankyou for choosing American Airways, if you would like to go over and check in" He smiled at me and fled off. Over to the check in. So many things to do in an airport.

"Ticket?" A moody lady asked.

"Yeah, here." I shoved the ticket in front of her, wanting to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Okay, put your suitcase on there and we'll be boarding in 3 hours." She attempted a smile, but it didn't reach he eyes. What a boring job.

I did as she told me and placed my suitcase on the conveyor belt while she put a label around the handle which read. 'Isabella Swan. Phoenix to Forks.' I was relieved that she put the right information on. I walked nervously over to the shops and seating areas, looking round cautiously hoping that my mother wouldn't be standing there, waiting for me. My thinking brought my imagination alive, she was there looking with eager eyes in the other direction to where i stood. I gasped loudly and ducked for cover in the nearest shop, which happened to be a book shop. WHSmith.

I looked around for my mother and she travelled in the other direction, a drop of sweat rolled down my forehead but i quickly wiped it away with my blue sweater sleeve. I bought about 6 books from WHSmith and a couple of bags of clothing. I continued a routine, everytime i left a shop i would look in every direction trying to spot my mother, but luckily i didn't otherwise i would be shaking and crying tears of fear.

"Flight 266 boarding for Seattle." A voice came out of the speakers.

I hurried over to the departure area and waited until we could board. I would be sat next to two complete strangers, and it doesn't help that i am incredibly shy when i meet new people. I walked, terrified onto the plane and found my seat number and sat down impatiently. Playing with my fingers. I hated planes, especially when they take off and land. Gross.

"Hey!" Came two unknown voices.

"Hi." I replied back happily.

"We'll be sitting next to you today." The blonde haired girl smiled.

R-E-V-E-I-W-S Would be superb :) Who are the two people? Dun Dunn Duurrrn :P