When It Rains
I do not own Twilight, therefore I do not own any of the characters. All credit goes to Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 1: Departure
The bus ride to the airport was long and hard, but I had my i-pod in. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't drown out what had happened only two hours ago. It didn't seem real…
(Flashback)
"Mom, where are you?" I asked I walked into my house.
"What do you want you…you…ugh!" She snapped at me, which she has hardly ever done.
"Mom, what are you talking about? I don't understand." I asked her confused.
"Oh, don't give me that bull, you know what you did, you liar." She said she pointed to something.
"Mom you don't understand what happened…will you please just talk to me?" I said, as tears started to fill my eyes.
"No, I'm done. I called your father, you're on the next flight out. Don't worry, I didn't tell him anything." she walked away and was back with suitcases.
(End Flashback)
I was brought back to the present when the PA announcing we were at the airport. I got off the bus with my luggage in hand, ready to board the plane, to Forks, Washington, a far cry away from my not so sweet home in Phoenix, Arizona. Maybe I could forget what happened and move on…Yeah right, with me having nightmares every night that remind me…that'll be the day. I made it to the plane with minutes to spare. I fell asleep within an hour in the air, I still had 5 hours to go. I had the worst nightmare, I had to go through everything that had happened to me. Even though I knew it would happen, there was no way I could stop it.
I woke up to the crash of the landing, my face was wet with sweat, and my eyes were swollen with tears. I got off the plane (tripping three times), and went directly to the pick-up area. There was Charlie… and the police cruiser. As I walked up to him, he looked me over twice, and he seemed shocked by my appearance. My hair was matted, eyes swollen, and no make-up… same as always.
"Nice to see you Bells, its been too long." he said as he smiled. I nodded and got into the passenger seat. When we got to the house, there was an old red truck in the driveway, "It's yours, if you want it." "Thanks Ch-Dad," I mumbled as I walked into the house. I made my way up to my room, grabbed my bags, locked the door and didn't come out until morning.
