hey all, i understand that this probably isnt the most interesting of first chapters but i gota get out a scene to actually delve into the fic. unfortunatly jumping head first doesnt tend to work in my brain sorry.

Chapter One.

Bella's POV

I sat in the centre of the bed, wrapped and twisted up inside the bed sheet. My legs were drawn up to my chest as I rolled my head from right to left across my knees. I drummed my fingers against my ankles, taking slow deep breaths. shifting my weight and crawled out of bed before slowly staggering downstairs. Mindlessly, I wandered around the kitchen. The light delicately sprayed over the room between the gaps in the blinds. When I opened the window and a warm breeze blow in over my face, the familiar scent sent memories flashing through my mind. Running down the beach in summer, catching crabs, collecting up shells. Feeling safe. I smiled in spite of myself as I begun to hum a familiar song to myself.

*flash back*

The house was dark and deafeningly silent, nothing to hear but my soft sobs. He held me, pressing me to his chest as tightly as he could mange and rocked us both back and forth. I kept my eyes tightly shut not wanting to see any more. The silence was broken as he softly sung his mother's lullaby attempting to settle me.

"Ho, ho, Watanay. Ho, ho, Watanay," he whispered softly in my ear, cradling my shaking body against his. His small hand came up, gently wiping away the tear trailing down my cheek.

"Ki-yo-ki-na. Ki-yo-ki-na. Your safe now," he promised, hushing me. He sang softly to me until I drifted to sleep wrapped in his tight embrace.

*end of flashback*

"BELLS! Babe I think there is enough in there, unless you are planning on washing the whole room?" He joked, his deep care free voice filling the room. He stepped forward, taking the box of powder out of my hand and swiftly placed it on the counter.

"Huh?" I questioned, dumbfounded gazing up at him. He raised an eyebrow before his gaze flickered to my side. Following it, I realized I hadn't stopped pouring and the suds were over the tray and all over the kitchen floor.

"Oh..." Realization began to sink in and I shook my head to snap out of my daydream.

"I' ll... erm... clear this up," I muttered, turning to hunt out the dustpan. I felt his strong grip on my wrist as he slowly turned me around. Concern was etched into every inch of his beautiful face. I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and began nibbling nervously. I already knew what was coming.

"Bella, sweetheart," he said sighing, shaking his head. "You need to sleep. Maybe you should see a doctor and get some kind of sleeping aid?" he hinted gently.

"yeh... ok... sure," I mumbled, moving hastily out of his grasp and back to the cleaning closet. Being asleep was the last thing I wanted right now, especially if that sleep was going to be forcibly longer with me pumped full of medications. I knew the phase would pass soon. It only normally lasted a few weeks around this time of year.

"Yeah, try to convince yourself of that. Wait until November," my mind threw back at me.

"Ok well, give them a call, sweetie. I will see you later." Jacob gave me a peck on the cheek, grabbed a slice of toast and rushed out the door for work. I heard his truck pull away and once again I was left in silence. Quickly gathering myself, I went to grab the mail and began flicking though it.

"Bill, bill, junk... Oh!" I dropped the pile of useless letters down to the side, staring at the handwritten envelop in my now shaking hands. Turning it over, I broke the seal, recognising the hand writing too well.

The only time he wrote was when something was coming up and he knew Jacob wouldn't be able to convince me. Grumbling to myself, I slowly ripped the letter open and held it up.

"Billy." I sighed. He had become unbelievably predictable. I read over the letter and of course there it was.

"Please, Bella, I would really love it if you and Jacob would visit this year. Just for a short time."

I practically growled. Jake's old man always laid on the guilt trip. Usually, I could convince him to come and visit us 'for a change of scenery'. Somehow I knew this year it wouldn't be quiet so easy. My mind scrambled for a way out, an easy escape, but I came up blank.

"Looks like I'm going to La Push," I grumbled to myself.

Paul's POV

"Damn, check out her arse!" I elbowed Jared in the ribs, nodding towards the hot piece of arse strutting out of the ocean. Jared rolled his eyes but looked just the same. As much as he liked to think that he was such a perfect gentleman, we all know the truth; the guy is a dog.

"Mmmhmm" he mumbled, his eyes bouncing in time with her assets as she headed our way.

"Go on, big time you get laid,"i said, I sniggered and give him a shove forward. He bumped right into her and became a blubbering mess.

"I... erm... sorry... erm... erm," he stuttere.

I bit my tongue to stop from laughing, stepped forward throwing my arm over his shoulder.

"Hello there, gorgeous. I'm Paul, this is Jared," I introduced us, pulling my most charming smile out to play. She widely smiled back at me, bringing her hand up to twirl her hair.

Gotcha, I smirked inwardly.

"Well, hey yourself, handsome," She breathed, her eyes floating over my body.

I felt Jared shift beside me when I looked over, I found him frowning at me.

Oh, right, yeah. He needs to get laid.

I had become a magician when it came to women. There was nothing I couldn't pull out of my hat. Be it charm, bad boy image, even the gentleman, you name it. All it took was a simple few words, the right tone, right time and bingo.

Like this one, tall, slim and sexy. Wearing a designer bikini, a bit of fake bake and all the rest. She screamed sex and money. So how could we win this one?

"Well now, I think maybe you should let my friend here take you for a drink. Did he tell you he runs his own business? Maybe he could take you out in his new set of wheels," I suggested and her face lite up like a damn forissant light bulb.

Jared promptly shrugged out from under me and stood tall. He held out his arm which she practically jumped to hang on to, before he walked her off down the beach with far too much swagger in his walk.

I stayed back, crossing my arms across my chest and begun to laugh.

"Fucking gentleman my arse." Shaking my head, I chuckled, please with myself. I suddenly felt a sturdy hand slap me on the shoulder.

"Hey man, just got some news," a familiar voice spoke flatly. I turned to see Sam wearing a serious expression. I smirked at him. This guy took life to fucking seriously.

"Come on then, dude, spill the beans," I demanded whilst rolling my eyes. What's with him and the big dramatic pauses, you'd think he was on a damn game show. I turned away and began to stroll back towards my house. There were no news that could ruin my day more than usual.

"Bella and Jacob are coming to visit... Tomorrow," Sam finished with a hasty sigh.

"Nope, that'll do it," I mumbled to myself in disbelief.