A.N. This is my first fan fic so please be nice. It is a Paul and Rachel story told from Rachel's point of view. Some chapters may be told from other people's point of view's, I will tell you when that happens, but it is mostly Rachel's. Hope you like the story, please review.

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and plots belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 1.

Here I was again. The one place that I thought I would never return to. I vowed when I was eighteen that I would bury myself in studying, that I would do anything to stop the memories returning. Now here I was, standing in the middle of the bus station next to Seattle airport, heading to a place I thought I would never return. I am Rachel Black, the twenty- one year old collage graduate. When I was nine my mother died after a car crash. A drunk driver crashed into her car and she fell into a was put onto life support and, after that, it was turned off. After the accident I swore I would never return to La Push after I could leave, where the memories of her haunt me wherever I go.

Here I am going back on the biggest promise I have ever made to myself, all because of my stupid brother. Harry Clearwater, not long ago, died from a heart attack. He was around the same age as Dad. Then the idiot brother of mine goes and runs away, leaving our disabled father all on his own to look after himself. And when I ring Dad to tell him that I have finished collage, he not only denied that he needs help, which he plainly does. He also refuses that Jacob did anything wrong. That he 'had to leave.' But Jacob can't get away with that from me, when he next sees me he won't know what hit him. He is selfish and inconsiderate and he doesn't care about other peoples feelings. So I am forced to return to La Push to help my father. My sister Rebecca can't do it because she is 'to far away.' Personally I think Hawii was a good excuse to stay away from La Push, even though I still think that she should have stayed studying instead of going to marry Nick in Hawii, and the memories that haunted us both so badly. So I was left to return to La Push to help out my father.

As I waited for the bus to arrive I started thinking back...

Flashback

I walked into my dormitory looking for my suitcase. It seemed to have hidden from the last time that I used it, when I was going on holiday last summer. That was a two weeks to remember. I went to the south of France. I was so hot compared to what I was used to. I just spent the whole time relaxing. I remember the heat of the pool, it just relaxed you from head to toe. The shopping was probably the best part. There were so many shops and so many lovely clothes. It was just amazing. Now come to think of it my favorite part would not be the shopping but the spa. Oh the spa. I was so amazing. You could just lie down and have someone massage your back, or have someone do your nails. You always felt fantastic afterwards. The amount of times that I had hoped that I was there instead of here is uncountable. I was defiantly the best holiday that I have ever had.

Ten minutes after I had started to look for my suitcase I found it. It was stuffed under my bed, behind all the junk that had piled up there in the last three years. After successfully retrieving my suitcase from under the bed I now had the daunting task of pack and deciding what stuff I was going to keep and what I was going to throw away. I thought that I would start with my wardrobe and clear it out, then I would go to my desk, and then the underneath of my bed, finishing with the rest of the room.

Two and a half hours after starting I had finally cleared out my room. I now stood in my collage dormitory looking at the empty room. I seemed that only yesterday that I was stood in here just moving in, with the same suitcase packed to the top with my things. It was hard to believe that that was three years ago when I was eighteen and I started collage. I had been so exited then, so ready to learn. Now here I was. The learning done and I was heading back home, where it all started, where my dream of being a teacher began. The dream that was now put on hold. But some things had to be done and my dream could wait a bit before coming into reality.

So I grabbed my bag and walked out of what had been my home for the past three years. I knew that I would miss it alot. I walked down the hallway to the reseption. I there handed in my key and took a last look of the collage. Even though I would miss the old, classic building, I knew that a better life would be waiting for me somewhere. I just had the job of finding where.

End Flashback

As my bus arrived, that was heading to Port Angeles, I picked up my suitcase and handbag and got on. I headed to the back of the bus, still annoyed at my brother. As I sat down I put my headphones into calm me down. I didn't usually get this angry, it was usually very hard to get me worked up. I was a very calm person but the fact that Jacob was so mean really wound me up.

Thirty minutes into my bus ride, while I was relaxing waiting for the bus to get to Port Angeles, the music on my cell phone stopped and my ring tone replaced it. I looked at the caller ID and it said 'Dad.' I answered the cell phone and said:

"Hello?"

"Rachel?" I heard as the reply.

"Yeah, it's me Dad."

"Oh, I was calling to ask what time you thought you would be here?" He asked me.

"Well the bus gets to Port Angeles in fifteen minutes and then it is another forty- five in a cab to get to the reservation. So I will be there in about an hour." I told him.

"Okay, well, ring me when you are close to here. Can't wait to see you again."

"You too Dad."

"Bye Rachel, see you soon."

"Bye Dad."

I turned the music back on my cell phone and put my headphones in, leaning back inn my chair. I sat like that for the next fifteen minutes, just relaxing and listening to my music.

As my bus pulled up at Port Angeles, I grabbed my suitcase and my handbag and stepped off the bus. As I got off I looked around for a cab. Luckily for me, there was one down the end of the street. I walked up to it and asked if it was free. After the answer of yes I got in and told the driver to take me to the La Push reservation. After about five minutes of driving the driver asked:

"So why are you going to the reservation?" He asked from the front of the cab.

"I used to live there, I am now going back to help look after my father."

"Oh, is he ill," he misinterpreted, his voice sounding sad.

"Oh, no no. He is just disabled and the person that used to look after him..." I stalled as I thought of the right words. "Took an unexpected leave."

"Oh." He replied effectively ending that conversation.

Half an hour later I was standing outside the house I thought that I would never return to, paying the cab driver for the ride. As soon as the cab drove away the door of the house opened and a familiar person came out.

"Hey Dad."

"Rachel, it is so good to have you back."

"It's good to see you again Dad." I said as I reached down to hug him.

"You too Rachel, you too. Come in, come in," he said as he motioned to the door.

"Wow this place hasn't changed much since I was last here." I noticed as I walked into the house.

"Well there hasn't really been any reason to change it, I have always liked it the way it is. Your room is where is used to be, you can put your bag in there. I ordered pizza, it should be here in twenty minutes. You can unpack until it gets here."

"Okay Dad." I shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I dragged my bag up the stairs and into my old room. After seeing the non- existent changes downstairs I wasn't surprised that my old room was exactly the same as I left it when I went to collage. Books spread all over the desk, my old clothes, that I couldn't take to collage, still hung neatly in the closet and my bed still in exactly in the same place. The only thing that had changed was the fact that there was clean sheets on the bed. My Dad had obviously had some help because there was no way that he could have come up here to change them. I opened my bag and started to put my things away in my old room.

Twenty minutes later Dad called up the stairs saying that the pizza was here. I came down the stairs and into the living room to eat with my father. I went and sat on the sofa an grabbed a piece of the peperoni pizza that was on the coffee table. As I started to eat my pizza, Dad asked me;

"So, did you get all your unpacking done?"

"Yeah, I got everything put away."

"So, what are you planning to do tomorrow?" He questioned me while putting CNN on the TV.

"I thought that I would just head down to First Beach and walk around to see how everything has changed since I was last here."

"Okay."

After that we sat together in a friendly silence eating the rest of the pizza and watching CNN. After about an hour of watching the news I started to get up and clear the pizza box. As I was putting in the bin I said to Dad:

"I think I'll head up to bed. I'm tired from all the traveling today."

"Yeah I think I hit the sac as well." He answered me.

I walked out of the kitchen, towards the stairs saying, "Okay Dad, I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight Rachel." He said while going into his room downstairs.

"Night Dad."

I walked in to my room and got into my sweats and t- shirt, which was what I had always worn in bed. I got into bed and fell asleep thinking about how much my life had changed since I decided to come back to La Push and how it would change now.

A.N. I hope you liked the first chapter. I will try to update soon but I can't promise anything.

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