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Chapter one...Renee

"I really wish I couldn't see what I am seeing right now." I muttered into my mother's ear, with an eye roll. Renee giggled girlishly.

"I know what you mean, Bella, doll. I would hate to see your grandmother do this... but let loose a little, baby girl. This is my big day, so be happy for me. Pweeez?" I sighed and resisted rolling my eyes again and gestured to her outfit, which was that of a fifties flapper girl, all red and black fringe.

"No, mother, this is your bachelorette party. If this was your big day, you wouldn't be dressed like that, remember? Tomorrow is your big day."

"HAH! You are sooo right as always. But I am about to do my big song and dance, so this should be my big day too. Right? Two big days? Maybe, Baby, Maybe. OHH EMMM JEEE! I made a rhyme!" I shrugged and let my mother dance away toward the stage, plotting to drive her home as soon as the song was over. I always know Renee was drunk when she starts talking in text. Renee's voice pulled me cruelly out of my plotting...

Here we are

and I'm waiting in desperate hope

that you and I will

go too faaaaaaaaaaa-ah-ah-aaar

you'll be here for me

baby please please please

sugar, be my star.

I shuddered, burying my head stubbornly in my hands. This is what Renee had wanted to do for her party, and I obliged, I had even helped her practice when she decided, but still, that doesn't mean I want to see the men who were screaming for my barely-under-forty mother. Men whom said mother would never throw a second glance at, she was that...ahhh...besotted with Phil, the kind of proud man that would punch out any one of the men that even considered wronging his damsel in distress. Even if said damsel wasn't exactly in distress. I tried to block out all sound entirely as the music sped.

It's alright baby

It's okay

Just let me know your

with me today

baby don't wound my

PRI--------------------duh!

Renee belted out, her voice becoming throaty. I removed my hands from my eyes and switched to ear cover, and reluctantly opened them to see if my mother had seen me cringe openly. But Renee was completely absorbed by her admirers to notice her daughter's repulsion. There was a shout, then, louder and clearer than the drunken slurs of the crazed barmen. It was so clear that it penetrated my clenched hands, or maybe it got through because of its mammoth significance.

"Halt! It's the police! Stop your proceedings, we have been informed of underage people in this, a strictly over twenty-one establishment!" I froze, and quickly weighed my options. Renee was still belting, and the bar was still utterly confused with men, alcohol, and dim lighting. Only one cop had yelled and the crowd hadn't thickened too much, so he could have been bluffing about the size of his force. I knew all of a sudden that it was possible. I would run. I knocked my table over as I bolted upright and didn't mind, it fueled the confusion. I dashed onto the stage, and pulled mother-flapper onto my back, which wasn't easy; my drunken mother was dead weight on my back. Well, I had gotten her out of situations before. Door! I hit it running, and broke into the cold night air, and there was only ten feet worth of platform before a five foot drop. I barreled unthinkingly toward the drop. Headlights flew around to the building, and for a split second, and I panicked. All was lost. And all of a sudden I recognized the Bella- head shaped dent in the door and laughed aloud. The doors popped open, and, inspired by the rescue, I leapt off the runway and into the car. Pushing Renee into the backseat, I slid into the front.

"Hey Bells." said a deep, amused voice.

"How the hell did you know to find us, Phil?"

"I had a distinct feeling when you told me where you were going, you would need some help." he chuckled. "How ya doin' baby?" He called into the back seat. Renee giggled. In that moment, I felt a rush of emotion. In this simple gesture, I realized that Renee had found the perfect man in Phil. The Renee-torch was being passed. It was time to go and live on my own, and let Renee grow old with Phil. The one thing I regretted was my inability to see my mother marry. I was off to a little town called Forks, Washington, and the only plane directly into Port Angeles from my ol' home town of London was the minute my Renee said 'I do'.

"Goodbye my mother." I whispered. "Take care of her, Phil." And Phil understood that there were no words to say, so he merely nodded, eyes still on the road.

***

I was seriously consisidering suicide. Okay, maybe I wasn't, but just the same, my thoughts were none too bright. It was stupid, really. Thinking myself so bright. I'm really not. I shouted heartlessly at Renee over the phone.

"Well why the hell would I come to this abysmal little hometown of yours if I didn't have a place to LIVE?"

"Well, sweetie, you wanted me and Phil to have a happy life without you or some such nonsense. This was the only place I knew you wouldn't get hurt. That I could always find you."

"Always FIND me? Mum, I won't have somewhere to plug in my phone; you will never be able to FIND me!"

"Well, babe, get a job and surely soon you will have enough for a studio apartment complete with furnishings, and then, soon enough, you make friends at school, and then, perhaps-"

"Oh! So you did enroll me in school? That was the one thing you remembered, eh? Not, you know, how I would survive?"

"Umm... not exactly... I thought it would be better if you went and enrolled yourself...it will be good for you to meet the administrators personally...."

I hung up the phone, sighing. I realized slowly had absolutely no idea how she was going to live. The phone rang again, -"A Little Fall of Rain" From Les Miserables- and I put it to my ear without checking the ID.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry." I cursed myself internally for not checking. "But don't hang up on me again, please. I got you a car. From Billy Black, remember, your uncky Billy? Jacob's father? You two would hang out together all the time when you were younger?

"Yeah. I guess you didn't screw up entirely. Thanks mum. I love you, and I think I'm going to be okay. For real."

"Okay, sweetie. Go get that car from Billy. Call me when you get the car, if you can."

"Love you."

I hung up, and hitched a ride into La Push.

Preview: "EWWWWWWW! Jake, you're still a big perv."

*Authors Note* I really didn't want to write one of these, Cuz they only turn out cheesy... but I'll try it.....Let's see how it goes. (Also, YES I know it seems unrealistic that Renee would do that stuff but JUST GO WITH IT PEOPLE!) Also, PHIL IS A NINJA!