DISCLAIMER: yes i own twilight

bella: no you dont

ME: whoa its bella

EDWARD: hey dont forget about me

ME: GAh i love you guys!!

E &B: but you DONT OWN TWILIGHT

me: yeah i know i dont really own twilight

Bpov

I stood at a bus stop with a cigarette between my lips as I tried to find my lighter. It wasn't in any of my jean pockets, so I checked my jacket. Not there either .

"Damn!" I figured Renee must have taken it from me again; she hated that I smoked, drank, and occasionally didn't come home. Not that she could much to prevent it since she worked all the time and couldn't get a baby sitter. I was 17 for crying out loud.

I noticed a man standing a few people down from me smoking,so I walked over to him.

"Got a light?" I asked politely; he grinned and nodded pulling out a lighter.

"A little young to be smoking don't you think?" he asked I laughed and said, "I'm older than I look." He responded by giving me a once over. I noticed stopping a second longer on my ass and boobs. Not that I cared; people checked me out all the time. I was pretty used to it by now. Even if it was usually because I hung out on street corners with my hooker friends when trying to get money. No I'm not a prostitute; but by renting my guest room to a friend every now and then to do their prostitution, I got money for whatever fix I was looking for that day.

Sometimes it was just a pack of cigarettes or a couple joints off my best friend's boyfriend, Shane. Little things like a bottle of vodka bought with one of my many fake I.D's or something like that; other times it was bigger things like a line of cocaine at a party or something dangerous like a shot of whiskey to wash down a handful of sleeping pills.

Whatever the case, I needed money for it. I put out my almost finished cigarette as the bus pulled up. Renee had wanted me to get home before she left at 4 o'clock so naturally I went out earlier to do a little smoking with Shane and Elle, so that I wouldn't be completely high when she talked to me. Just enough that I could ignore what she had to say without forgetting it completely. She would freak if I had no recollection of the conversation she said was so important the next day.

So there I sat on the stinking bus still buzzing slightly from the pot and cigarettes I'd had today; wondering what lecture I would get today. I hoped it wasn't the whole "your throwing you life away."

I had heard it so many times that I could recite it in my sleep. It was three when I got off at the stop a few blocks from my house. I started walking slowly so I wouldn't have to listen to a whole hour of lecturing.

Fifteen minutes later I was walking though my door; drenched in sweat from the heat of the day. I stopped dead as I entered the sitting room adjacent the door. There sitting on the couch next to my mother, was my dad, and next to him was a young blonde man. They all had concerned looks on their faces and I knew instantly that there was something very wrong here.

"What's going on?" I asked looking at them all in turn my gaze lingered on the unknown man he was grinning slightly. "What are you doing here dad? And who are you?" I asked them.

"Why don't you sit down Isabella?" the unknown man said very politely.

"Who are you?" I asked him again.

"I'm doctor Carlisle Cullen; from Cullen Rehabilitation Center in Washington." He replied. "Your parents were concerned for your safety and wanted you seek help, so they contacted me." I gave my parents a look that could have drawn blood.

"Well you're wasting your time; because I don't need help." I said indignantly sitting in the chair farthest from all of them.