Chapter 1

All I own at this very moment is this one bag in my hand and the clothes on my back. I walk down the stairs to see Charlie sitting on the couch, drunk like always. He turns and looks at me.

"Why are you still here little Bella? I thought I told you to leave."

He also had a sweet tone to his voice when he was drunk, even though I knew it was all a lie. He told me he wanted me out so here I was, ready to leave.

"I needed to pack." He had told me to leave 30 minutes ago and some how expected me to be gone already. I was fighting with myself to not cry.

"Well, leave, scram. Go find somewhere else to live so you're not such a burden. That's why your mom sent you up here, she didn't even want you."

I just stared at him with so much anger behind my eyes. He had no reason to bring my mom into this fight.

"Don't bring her into this!"

"Oh, so now you think I'm wrong?! Don't push me Bella." He was now standing up and walking towards me, fast. "I gave you a roof over your head, food to live off of, and here you are, saying I'm wrong. Don't push me."

I lifted my chin so I was now eye to eye with him. I wasn't going to step down from this. No way was Charlie going to get the last word on this.

"You think just because you let me live here I should worship you?! Well you're wrong! It's not like I had a choice after mom died. So she didn't send me up here, I was forced. As far as I'm concerned, she never loved you and I never will."

With that he slapped me across the face which sent me spinning to the ground. My head was pounding and the room was moving. I just sat there for a minute with Charlie looming over me in complete and utter silence.

"Bella…I never meant to hurt you but you asked for that. Now get out, and don't come back." I lifted my head and glared right into his eyes.

"I'm already gone."

I quickly stood up, pushed him out of the way and ran to my truck. I threw my bag into the passenger seat and turn the car on, with the music blaring from the speakers. I put the car into reverse and fly down the drive-way. Tears are kicking at my eyes to be set free but I hold them back. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry. The last thing I want to do is break down because of Charlie. Sure, he has yelled at me before when he was drunk, but never once had he hit me.

After driving for 20 minutes, I had no idea where I was heading. The whole time I was driving, I was over the speed limit by at least 15 miles. But it didn't matter to me, I was just driving. Away from Charlie, away from Forks, away from my problems, or at least I was trying to. I knew that if I left Forks my problems would only get worse.

I finally pulled over to the side of the road and lost it. My tears became a river and my sobs were shaking my whole body. I leaned my head on my hands over the steering wheel and just sobbed.

I don't remember the last time I had cried like this. My mother died when I was only 2 years old so I didn't understand what was going on. After she died, I was too afraid to cry in front of Charlie. He would always so I was too weak and no one ever likes a cry baby. Right now, I was crying for all those years I'd kept it in. I was crying because I had given up. I was crying because I didn't know what to do next.

My phone started ringing. I wanted to ignore it, I really did, but I needed to talk to someone, about anything.

I stopped my sobs, holding them back like I had for many years and answered my phone.

"Hello?"

"Bella! Where are you? I went over to your house and Charlie said you had gone out somewhere."

It was Edward. My sweet, sweet Edward.

"Yeah…sorry, I..uh… had to go to the stationary store to pick up some school supplies." I was good at lying. Even though I hated lying to Edward, I didn't want him to worry.

"Okay love. When will you be back? I've been dying to see you!"

A fresh stream of tears started down my cheeks. He was the only reason I hadn't run away months ago.

"I'll be back soon. Don't worry about me. I'm not worth it." I mumbled that last part hoping he wouldn't hear it but of course he did.

"Bella…don't say that. You're worth every ounce of my worry. I would hate myself if something ever happened to you."

I didn't know what to say to this. I mean, what was I supposed to say? The truth? Yeah, I'm actually pulled over on the side of the road in god-knows where and sobbing because I was kicked out of the house. There was no way I was going to tell him that. Maybe in person, maybe once the stone wall around my heart has finally been broken through, but not now.

"Okay, sorry. So I guess I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Bye my love."

With that, I hung up the phone, locked to doors, took out the blanket I had, climbed into the back seat, and feel asleep.