I'm so sorry to everyone who read my story, The Sun and the Moon. I have major writer's block on that story, and I won't be writing any more chapters until I can think of ideas. Leave a review or PM me if you guys have ideas, because I don't!

In the meantime, I decided to start another story, so here it is!

Disclaimer-Once and for all, I do not own anything that I do not own.

I sighed as I began to pick up the mess that Renee had made. I loved my mother, but I wished she was more responsible. I was always stuck doing all of the household chores.

Well, it wasn't like I had anything else to do. I definitely wasn't popular in school, so I didn't have many friends. No one ever asked me out on a date. I was known as "Quiet Girl". It wasn't a nickname that I was proud of.

"Bella?" called my mom from her bedroom.

"Yeah, Mom?" I quickly put all of the dishes into the dishwasher and headed upstairs to see what Renee wanted.

"Have you seen my red blouse?" she asked as I entered her room.

I gasped as I saw it. There were clothes strewn everywhere; tops, bottoms, underwear.

"Mom, what happened?" I asked in horror. Even I wouldn't be able to clean this mess up.

Renee bit her bottom lip guiltily. "Well... I was on that website called eHarmony, and..." She trailed off, waiting for me to say something.

After I few moments, I burst out laughing. I didn't even know why. "You were on eHarmony?" I asked when I could finally catch my breath.

She nodded nervously. "Honey, we've been living by ourselves for a long time, and I think it's time you had a father." She shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable.

"Why are you so nervous, Mom?" I asked incredulously. Did she think I would have a problem with her dating someone? I was alright with anything that made her happy. When she was happy, I was happy.

"Nervous? I'm not nervous!" exclaimed Renee, bouncing up and down.

"Sure, you're not," I said disbelievingly. "I have no problem with you dating, Mom. I just want you to be happy."

Renee grinned brightly. "Thanks, Bella! I was just so worried that you would have a tantrum like a normal teenager. But I guess you've just never been a regular teen."

"Thanks, Mom," I said sarcastically. I already knew that I was weird. I didn't need her to tell me.

Renee was too happy and relieved to notice my sarcasm. "I was looking for my red blouse," she reminded me cheerfully.

I edged around the piles of clothes and opened her closet. It was tiny because, well, our house was tiny. Renee recieved a kindergarten teacher's salary. She worked in the hair salon, which was a few streets away from our house. I knew that many people who worked in hair salons got lots of money, but Renee wasn't very good at her job. The only reason she never got fired was because nobody else wanted her position.

I found the blouse on the floor of the closet. "Here it is!" I said proudly, glad that I had found it. If I hadn't, Renee would have probably wanted to go to the store and buy another one exactly like it.

She wore the blouse, and I had to admit, she looked incredible in it. Whoever her date was would not be disappointed.

"Want me to do your make-up?" I didn't really have much experience with make-up, but hey, I could try.

"Nah, I got it," said Renee. So she knew about my inexperience with make-up.

I heard someone knocking on the front door. "Oh my gosh, he's early!" exclaimed Renee.

"Chillax, Mom, I'll stall for you," I assured her.

She gave me a quick hug and said, "Thanks, Bella. You're the best."

Someone knocked on the door very loudly. "I'll get it!" I sang as Renee panicked and quickly began to apply her make-up.

I bounded downstairs happily to open the door for my mom's date. I didn't know why I was so eccentric, but something about Renee's excitement made me feel like a whole new person. A much younger, happier person.

The person I saw when I opened the door caused my unusually happy mood to vanish instantly. He was tall. Very tall. He was also covered in tatoos and had multiple piercings. And, as I looked over his shoulder, I saw a dangerous looking motorbike. I hoped he wasn't going to expect my mom to ride with him on that... thing. What had Renee gotten herself into?

"Hi..." I began, not quite knowing what else to say.

"You're Renee?" he asked. I looked down at the floor, but I still felt his eyes appraising me. I looked back up at him, and they were still raking over my body.

"No, I'm her daughter, Bella," I said in a small voice.

"Oh." I saw his face fall.

I heard Renee coming, and I began to feel uncomfortable. I couldn't let her go on a date with him! She would get killed. Or worse.

"Hi!" exclaimed Renee when she saw him. I looked at her in disbelief. This was the kind of guy she wanted?

"Hey," he said, not sounding interested in her at all. He seemed to be more interested in me. I shuddered, not wanting to think about the way he had looked at me.

"Bella, this is my date, Phil. Phil, this is my lovely daughter, Bella." As Renee made the introductions, I couldn't help but notice that Phil's eyes were on me again. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Lovely," echoed Phil.

"Should we go?" asked Renee, who was obviously oblivious to the tension in the room.

Phil nodded and offered her his hand. She giggled like a schoolgirl, and turned around to wink at me as they walked to his motorcycle. I waved at her, but she didn't see because Phil had asked her something and her attention was on him.

I quickly shut the door and ran to the couch. I started to breathe very heavily, and my heart started pounding.

You were just imagining things, I told myself over and over again for who knows how long. But deep inside, I didn't believe it. There was something fishy about Phil. I couldn't believe I had let Renee go on that date.

Finally, I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I glanced at the clock, and to my surprise, it had been four hours since Renee had left. She should've been back by now. I began to panic. What if something happened to her?

I bounded over to the phone. I was going to call her; I had to know whether she was okay or not. But before I could dial her number, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"Bella."

It was my mom. I sighed in relief. She was fine. I had just been overreacting, as usual. I needed to stop being so overprotective. I was acting like a dad or an older brother.

"Hey, Mom! How's your date?" I suddenly felt much more cheerful and optimistic. All of that worrying for nothing...

"Bella, you have to run away, and fast," said Renee.

I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Phil... he's coming after me right now, and he's going to get you once I'm gone," said Renee. She was whispering.

I heart stopped, and then broke out into a sprint. My hands became cold and sweaty, and I almost dropped the phone.

"Bella, are you there?" asked my mom when I didn't answer. I had gone into shock. "Go to Forks, Bella. Go to Charlie."

"Mom," I whimpered.

"I love you, honey," said Renee. "I'm hiding right now, but he's going to find me for sure."

"Who are you talking to?" I heard a gruff voice ask Renee. Phil.

"No one," said Renee coolly.

I heard a noise that sounded like he had slapped her, and then I heard her scream. I was to shocked to move.

"Bella, I'm coming for you," sang Phil into the phone. I heard Renee scream again; the sound tore at my heart and broke it into a million pieces. Then the line went dead.

So sorry about the cliffhanger in the first chapter, but I couldn't help myself. Be forewarned that there will be a lot of cliffhangers in this story since there is a lot of suspense.

How did you like it? Should I write more? Let me know by reviewing! And don't forget to give me ideas on my other story.