A/N: Hey guys thanks for reading, as you can see I have deleted one of my stories, I had no where to go and so now I will attempt another story and I hope it goes ok but I am a little wary about this so bare with me!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Chapter One

I got out of the taxi and looked up at the airport that would be taking me home. Home. How nice that sounded after spending 7 years in humid Phoenix, Arizona with my mom.

Don't get me wrong I love my mom but her recklessness and always sunny disposition sometimes made me wonder if she ever thought seriously. But now she had Phil to keep her grounded, making sure that bills were paid, she didn't attempt skydiving. A tear ran down my face, and I quickly wiped it away, I had to remember why I was leaving, so my baby could have a safe life without its father around.

*Flashback*

The warm sun shone down onto my back as I walked to my class, my first day of high school was going pretty well considering. I hadn't fallen down and bumped into anything, but it was just second period.

As I was thinking this, I bumped into something firm and warm. Looking up I saw a guy looking down in confusion.

He was about 5'11" with brown hair and chocolate eyes that made you melt like butter.

"Sorry, I guess I wasn't looking where I was going." I stuttered out still looking at the guy in front of me.

His laughter brought me back to reality, " It's ok, I don't think I have seen you before, are you new?"

"Yeah, I'm Isabella."

" Riley."

*End Flashback*

And with that I was Riley's girlfriend, for three months he was the perfect boyfriend, until one night I went over to his house and he was there drunk. I don't even remember what we fought about, but the next thing I knew I woke up on the floor with a black eye, and that was only the beginning.

For the next few months, I was abused not only physically but mentally as well. I didn't leave him though. I had tried that once before and the result had me in the hospital with a concussion, cracked ribs, and a broken wrist. But I knew I had to leave when I became pregnant.

I could take the abuse but I would not subject an innocent child to that trauma. So two months pregnant I bought myself a one-way ticket to Seattle and from there La Push to live with my dad, the chief of police in La Push.

I walked into the airport, checked my bags in and walked over to the terminal. When the flight attendant called my group I walked on to the plane and settled down next to the window.

A few minutes later the stewardess gave all the airline safety rules and told us to buckle our seatbelts and in a few minutes we were off. My new life was about to begin.

During the flight I was getting up from my seat a lot because I had to use the restroom a lot because of the baby and all.

As the plane touched ground I realized, Isabella Dwyer got on this plane, but she wasn't coming off, Bella Swan was and I liked the felling of that.

A/N: Yes it's short but the next few will be longer. So what do you think? Please REVIEW!

QUESTION: Should Bella have;

One baby

OR

Twins?

You could awnser that question when you REVIEW!(hint hint)