Starting Anew

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, that includes the characters or anything else, I just came up with the situation to place them in
A/N: Okay okay, I know another new story and the others aren't finished, but I'm working on them I promise, this is just something that's been floating around in my head for a while and I had to write it down before it drove me crazy.
Summary: Bella moves to Forks to get away from a difficult situation where she lives with her mom, and while with her dad she meeets some new people who truly seem to care about her and look out for her ALL HUMAN, AU, B/E, R/Em, A/J and rated T just to be on the safe side

Chapter 1: New Places and Old Faces

I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the airplane window which was made possible by the darkened sky outside, twirling a piece of my plain dark brown hair around my fingers I wasn't the most attractive 17 year old, I considered myself to be rather plain and so far no one's bothered to correct that assumption so I figured it had to be the truth. At the moment I was stuck in my thoughts as I had been for the whole flight.

Roughly two months earlier, my mother Renee began dating a man named Phil. At first, I thought he was going to be just another one of her phases, like yoga, but not even a month after they began dating, Phil moved in with my mother and I. at the beginning, even if I didn't like Phil, I thought I could live with the change, if only for my mother's happiness. Then Phil began getting more aggressive with me; pushing and slapping me around. Of course I tried talking to my mother about it, but of course she didn't believe me and, to make matters worse, told Phil.

Before that point, I never considered what happened to me to be abuse, but after my mom talked to Phil, he hit me worse than ever. I think that's the point where he crossed the line between discipline and abuse.

It continued for probably 2 weeks and I had no idea how to stop it, obviously telling my mom was out of the question, and I hated to bother my dad with my problems and make him feel guilty that he couldn't do anything to stop it. But soon I had no choice but to tell my dad when things got even worse, and for the first time since it all started, I truly began to feel afraid, and fear what was happening.

Phil had decided to take my mother out for dinner one night, and I was left at home. I had fallen asleep before they got home, and I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door being opened. Groggily I cracked my eyes open slightly, only to gasp in shock as I saw Phil slowly making his way towards where I was laying on the bed.

He was smiling at me with an eerie look in his eyes as he started to steadily come closer and closer yet I couldn't move, I was frozen in fear. He got on the bed and slowly started to crawl towards me. Reaching out Phil pulled my nightgown over my head as I just sat there and stared at him in shock. What was he doing? I didn't know, after all he had never done anything like this before.

He placed his hand over my chest and grinned as he squeezed my breast. A scream was stuck in my throat, refusing to let anyone know I needed help, and my limbs refused to move away from this man…this monster that was in my bed. I heard my mom calling Phil a couple of rooms over, and Phil reluctantly pulled away from me and turned to leave.

Before he left the room, however, he whispered to me, "We'll continue this later Isabella."

Needless to say, my resolve not to get my father involved broke and, paying no attention to the time, I immediately picked up the phone and called him. I told him everything that happened over the past weeks and he right away told me to pack my things and go to the airport, he was already booking me on the next flight to Washington. I quickly threw a bunch of clothes in a knapsack and grabbed my wallet, cell phone and laptop before going downstairs. I wrote a note for my mom on the whiteboard on the fridge telling her that I had decided to give her and Phil some space and was moving to be with my dad before calling a cab.

Anxiously I waited on the front steps for a cab to pull up. The less time the cab was sitting outside, the less chance there was that Phil or my mom would catch me before I could leave. Finally though the cab did pull up to the curb, and it wasn't even fully stopped before I was climbing in and telling the driver to go to the airport, which he did after giving me a weird look. Not that I blamed him, after all I probably looked like a teenage runaway. After getting to the airport I went to the information desk and they immediately directed me to the flight that would conveniently be leaving in an hour.

And so that's how I, Isabella Marie Swan, got to where I am now, waiting for the captain to say we can exit the plane. When the seatbelt sign flashed off I gratefully got up and grabbed my knapsack from the luggage rack above the seats before following the crowd off the plane.

Walking through the terminal I couldn't help but be nervous. I hadn't seen my father over the past couple of summers as I had for my whole life when my parents got divorced; in fact it had been almost 4 years since I had last seen him. I felt terrible for imposing myself on him, but I would rather be with him than stay with my mom and her boyfriend.

Biting my lip I walked to the main part of the airport and I couldn't help but smile slightly when I saw my dad mimicking my expression. He caught my eye and he dropped to his knees as he would when I was a little kid, and I couldn't help but run into his arms, latching my arms around his neck.

I laughed slightly as he twirled me around before placing me back on my feet, "I've missed you Bells, the phone just isn't the same as seeing you around."

"I missed you too dad," I refused to let him go, and buried my face in his shirt.

"How are you?" He whispered, gently guiding me through the airport to, what I assumed, the parking lot.

"Definitely better now, I don't want to go back," We got to his police cruiser and I got in the passenger side, my knapsack on my lap, and watched as he got into the driver's side.

"You don't have to, I'll be calling your mother tomorrow to let her know that I will be getting full custody of you, and I'll also call and get you enrolled at the local high school," I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the window, and finally fell into a light peaceful sleep.

"Come on Bells, we're here," I felt dad lifting my bag off of me, and then he helped me out of the car.

Yawning, I followed him through the house that I hadn't realized how much I missed. I walked through the familiar halls and through the door to my bedroom that hadn't changed at all since I'd last been here.

Dad put my knapsack down before pulling me into a hug, "It'll be okay now Bells, I won't let anyone hurt you ever again." Kissing the top of my head he pulled me over to the bed and laid me down, covering me with the thin quilt, "Sleep well kiddo, love you"

"I love you too dad," I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow.