First light
Disclaimer:
-Rubs lamp and genie appears-
Genie: You get three wishes.
Author: Um.. I wish I owned Twilight!!
Genie: Sorry. Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
Author: Sigh.
Okay, so this chapter is sort of like chapter one in Twilight.. Except different! Some things aren't the same.. Bella doesn't get her truck right away.. More.. Yeah. Hope you like it. Tell me what you think about it, and review!!
Chapter one: Leaving.
Bella's point of view:
I slam the car door shut. The sound echo's down the temporarily silent streets of Phoenix, Arizona. I let out a huge gasp of air and lean my head against the seat. Mom slides into the drivers seat and I can see her frowning in the mirror. She shuts her eyes securely and takes in a large breath of air.
When she finally opens her eyes a small smile plays across her lips. I can tell it's fake, though. The smile doesn't meet her eyes. She turns in her seat to face me.
"Bella.. Are you sure this is what you want?" She asks me once again.
I nod. "Yes."
Mom nods back and turns around to face the front of the car. The fake smile is gone, leaving a ghostly feeling behind. The passenger side door opens, and Phil jumps in. Mom and Phil exchange one look before the car roars up underneath us. The car slugs out of the driveway and soon enough we're at the airport.
Mom looks like she's on the verge of crying, so I plaster a smile on my face. The fake smile comes back on her face, while Phil's features stay emotionless.
"Flight to Port Angeles, Washington will be departing soon. Please-" The speaker phone lets off a low screech and a baby cries from somewhere near the back. Mom covers her ears with her hands and her gaze drops to the floor. Phil's arm snakes its way around her waist, and she buries her head in his chest.
"I should go." I whisper before I can dwell too much on what I'll be leaving behind. Mom smiles and hugs me awkwardly, still clinging onto Phil's waist. Phil nods and pats my shoulder.
I smile one more fake smile before stepping into line. I turn back to face Mom and Phil hand in hand, kissing. I smile, for real this time. That's the reason I was moving in with Charlie, my father.
Phil and my mother had just gotten married. It would be bad enough, with Phil always working. They didn't need a seventeen year old teenager around the house, as well. What if Renee needed me when Phil was gone though? When she's alone. Maybe I should..
'Remember why you're leaving. Remember what's best for them. Remember..'
"Your ticket, miss?" I turn and a blond woman has her hand open, palm up, towards me.
"Oh." I hand her my ticket and she smiles. Her teeth ridiculously white.
"Thank you." She hands the ticket back and I step into the hallway towards my plane. I turn back one last time, and sigh. Mom is arguing with one of the passengers who had run into her, and spilled coffee all over her new purple blouse. I shake my head and walk towards the plane.
"Pillow?" A man with a beautiful smile holds out a pillow towards me. I shake my head. "No, thank you." He walks down the aisle to the business man typing furiously on his laptop. "Pillow?"
A light comes on above me, stating that I need to put my seatbelt on. I do as it says, and look out the small window to my right.
After a few minutes, the plane shakes under me. A little girl two rows in front of me starts crying and her mother rubs circles on her arm trying to calm her down.
The engine roars as the plane makes its way forward, and into the sky.
I look away from the window and lay my head on the head rest. The light above me goes off, but I leave my seat belt on. I yawn once and close my eyes, falling asleep.
"Hey Bells!" Charlie hugs me and squeezes. A large grin spreads across his face.
I hug him back and purse my lips. I wasn't looking forward to the car ride with him. He grabs one of the suitcases from my hands and we walk to his car.
The cruiser sits in the dark parking lot and I frown, thinking about getting dropped off at school in it. Charlie unlocks the trunk and throws the suitcases in. I jump in the passenger seat and wait to take off.
Charlie gets in and starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot. After about ten minutes Charlie coughed and turned down the radio. "So.. How's your mom?" He asks, never taking his eyes off the road.
"Good." He nodded and that was the only talking we did until we got to Forks. My new home.
When we pulled up to the house, a bunch of memories flood into my head. One in particular..
The rain pelts the roof and lightning cracks across the sky. The window is dark outside. Charlie stares at Renee with pain on his face. What was it she said? Something about leaving, and me going with her. Why would we leave?
"No. No! You can't Renee! What about Bella?!" He cries, looking directly at me. Charlie never cries.
"I'm sorry.." Renee whispers. She picks me up in one arm, suitcase in her other, and we walk to the door.
"But I love you! You can't do this!" Charlie gasps, sobbing. Renee stops walking, but doesn't turn. I look at her face and she's crying too. Why don't we stay? Nobody has to cry.
I turn back to Charlie, and he's on his knees on the ground.
"Please?"
Renee shakes her head and grabs the doorknob. We step into the rain and the cold water stabs my skin. I let out a low cry and bury my head in Renee's chest. She hugs me closer to her.
When we get to the taxi Renee and I look back towards the house. Charlie had come outside. He was standing on the soaked grass, liquid dripping down his face, but it wasn't from the rain. Rain crystals fall from his hair.
"Please.." He whispers one more time.
Renee steps into the taxi, without another backwards glance. She doesn't stop crying, even when the car drives away, and the house isn't there anymore.
I grasp my side, and try to stop the tears that are threatening to force their way out of me. Charlie had already gone inside luckily, so he didn't have to notice me almost hysteria. I should have known thinking about the past like that would bring pain along with it.
I open the front door, and look around the living room. I stop before I almost start crying again.
Charlie shows me where my room is, although I already know. I smile once at him and he nods. When he leaves I walk to my bed and rub my hand across the fabric. Nothing much has changes. Just no crib, and a computer in the corner.
I lay down and close my eyes. Tomorrow I had to go to school. A quiet sob escapes my chest and I roll over, burying my head in the pillow, and I cry myself to sleep.