SUMMARY
Bella moves back to forks, she is willing to forgive but when Edward is still the same player he used to be, Bella takes action which involves revenge of the Bella kind. Bella used to be bullied but leaves at the age of 13. While away she gains, a sense of fashion, loses all her weight, and becomes absolutely beautiful. But what happens when her past comes back to get her, will her Boys help her and what is this strange feeling she has towards the once cruel and still is, Edward Cullen?
Light and Dark, Good and Bad, War and Peace. Neither can exist without the other. I knew that better than any other. My life had been filled with these opposites. These pains and hopes. Everything I did, whether it was good or bad, had an opposite effect. I also knew that without darkness there couldn't be light because light is formed due to the darkness. Nothing can be good unless something is bad or worse. War will always come before the peace otherwise there would be no such thing.
I learnt every life lesson before I was fourteen years old. It was then that I left my old life and created a new one.
Every girl is given a second chance.
A chance to start again.
I used mine at a young age.
It was after I realised that I could no longer hide my pain behind a poker face. When I learnt that the tormenting and bullying would never stop. I left one afternoon. No warning, no note, no nothing.
I rang my mother and she picked me up. I was thirteen then. From then on I started anew. My once frizzy hair became smooth and fell into perfect curls. My acne covered skin disappeared with the help of natural products. I lost the weight which slowed me down and learnt how to keep my balance. My crooked teeth met braces and within a year I had wonderful teeth. Within months of my transformation I was asked to model for Victorias Secret. I did a few shoots but gave up my modelling and used my new found balance to go into gymnastics. I was good. I did photo shoots for that too. After some time I stopped all my day activities. It was only a few years ago that I found a new hobby. One that I did at night. Street race. Not professionally of course. Only once a month but I train and apparently I'm good.
That's what my Boys tell me anyway.
I met my Boys in my first year at Volturia Boarding School. My roommate there turned out to be a boy, his name was Hilary. I think that's why I was put with him. Many people get confused because his name is more commonly known as a girl's name. I didn't care and I learnt pretty early not to mess with his name. The poor kid who did had to get a nose job. I laughed for weeks. From Hilary I met Adam and Mark. Both these guys introduced me to street racing. I love the three of them in a brotherly-sisterly way. Together we rule the school. Unfortunately, Volturia Boarding School is no more. It was a site for a terrorist attack. Luckily nobody was hurt but the school was definitely in need of a redo.
This is the second reason why I am sitting on a plane heading miles away from my Boys. The first, I got into a bar fight. In my defence, he threw the first punch. I just walked out without a scratch. But of course I was caught for being underage in a club and causing fights. Again, not my fault.
My mum Renee had enough though. She was tired of my attitude and what better place to send me to than the rainiest, gloomiest, smallest town in America or in other words, my worst nightmare. I had kissed the sun goodbye when I had boarded the plane. Now, as my view disappeared behind the dark clouds I took it as a warning. Not for me to be careful, not for me to look out for bullies.
No, those things would never worry me again, I had the looks, style and skill to be popular without lifting a finger.
The warning was for something worse, because as I flick to the finally page of Wuthering Heights I realised that if something happens and the police catch me then what happens to me afterwards could kill me or send me back into my old, depressed and bullied self. What's worse than your own personal hell?
Easy, Hell's personal hell.
So the solution to my problem. Don't get caught? Yeah, that would be easy for me, I had managed to slip through a large cities police so how hard could it be to slip through a tiny towns. Very hard. Why? Because my loving father who I was coming to live with, is chief of police.
Yep, I'm going to live with my father, which means I'm going back to the people who originally made my hell, hell. Their names?
Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Jasper Hale, Mike Newton, Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory.
In my gut I cursed them to the pits of hell but in my heart I knew that I had made mistakes too. Obviously not bullying but I had hurt others. I had my reasons though and if they gave me good enough reasons than I would, maybe forgive them. If they were still the same, then I would skin them alive, burn their bodies, feed the ashes to the dog, wait for it to shit, burn the poop, then post it to their parents claiming it as kitty litter. I grinned evilly at my plan.
Finally the plane bumped and slowed to a stop. I had arrived. My heart skipped a beat, while my hands clenched into fists.
When I had passed through the bag checks I let my eyes circle the room. They fell onto a middle aged man; he had brown messy hair, pale skin and brown eyes. I knew exactly who it was but the big question, did he recognise me?
I stood in the same space, it was almost directly in his view but he would have to come to me.
Now seems like a good time to explain who 'me' is. Well, in simple terms 'me' is Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer Bella. I used to live in a small town called Forks. I didn't have my new found looks then and so I was teased and bullied. I used to think it would stop but it never did. Sad that people can be that cruel but I learned to live with it. After a while the teasing went too far. They had thrown blue die all over me, colouring my hair, clothes and skin. It took days to finally be clean of it. When I came back they called me Smurf. When I arrived home that afternoon I rang Renee, she got me a plane ticket and I flew to Arizona. After that I went to school for a bit and she helped clean me up. Then we eventually moved to Italy. It was there I found my ability to street race and my Boys. Since then I had a perfect life. That was until Renee found out about the bar fight. I tried to apologise, I even begged but to no avail. I remember the day well.
Flash Back
I ran down stairs to see a very angry mother and a police man beside her. The cop instantly grabbed my hands, told me that I had been caught for starting fights and for entering a club underage.
My mother being my mother was shocked.
"How could you? I raised you better than that!"
"But the guy started it!"
"You still entered the club!"
"I wasn't drunk at least."
"Does that mean you still drank?"
I stayed silent. "That's it Isabella. I'm sending you back to Forks. You're going back to Charlie."
"What!" My voice hit an octave above natural.
I ran from the house. Straight to Hilary's. We were all on break and Hilary lived the closest to me.
"Hill! You won't believe it!"
"What?" He looked at me confused and worried.
"She's sending me back. Renee's sending me back to Hell."
*
"Excuse me Miss."
I was brought out of my flash back by a gruff voice. I looked to see Charlie talking to an air Hostess. "I'm looking for my daughter who just left the plane. You wouldn't happen to have seen someone who looks like me?"
The young woman shook her head, apologised and walked away. Tired of waiting I walked to Charlie.
I cleared my throat and looked at Charlie. He turned to look at me. Slowly after what felt like hours his eyes widened and he let out a small gasp.
"Bella?" He asked. His voice was shaky.
"Miss me?"
Arms instantly engulfed me. Feeling slightly confused my body stiffened. Charlie noticed and slowly pulled back. "Sorry Bells, you look so different though. You used to be..." His words faded off. I smiled and filled in the rest of the sentence.
"Ugly? Fat? On the not so perfect side of life?"
"Urm..."
"Don't worry, I know."
"So Bella, what has been happening in your life?"
And so I told him skipping the Bar Fight only telling him that mum couldn't handle me anymore. He didn't ask any question and I didn't expand on anything.
As I walked out of the airport and to the cruiser I took in the dark and depressing landscape. I let out a sigh and sat in the passenger seat. I needed my car, my friends, my Boys but for now, they were all gone.
As if knowing what I was thinking I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and read my one new message.
Don't worry our little Princess,
Forks my seem like the worst place to be but think of it this way, you are now successful, you are absolutely gorgeous, you have modelled for major magazines, competed and won gymnastic tournaments.
Knock Forks dead, make them jealous, and make them PAY. Remember, revenge is sweet.
Luv yur Boys,
Hilary, Adam, Mark
I allowed the evil grin to appear on my face once again.
Under my breath I muttered words which held so much truth to my life,
"Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned."
What do you think? Should I continue. Next chapters going to be fun to write. I love chapters where people work things out. Haha. Please review and tell me what you think. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I'll give you a cookie. *Pulls Alice Putty Face*
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