Hey I know I have a lot of unfinished stories but i have this one halfway written already. i hope you enjoy it!

I, sadly, do not own any twilight characters. i hope that one day i will write a book that people will write fanfictions about. :)

I slammed my clothes into my suitcase furiously. Charlie, my father, was making me go to fucking therapy. Apparently I was too much for him to handle so he's sending me off to go live in a building filled with whining freaks, and fucking therapists who give you fake sympathy and expect you to spill you soul to them and bawl on their couch like you were on Dr. Phil. According to Charlie I would be in that fucking hellhole until they deemed me mentally stable. Whatever that fucking meant. I wasn't unstable. I was angry, and lonely, and betrayed. Yes I cut at times, and yea I did drugs and drank occasionally, but still I wasn't that bad. It was just protection. Well the anger part was. But my anger led to everything else.

I finished packing my stuff and walked downstairs. I threw my bag against the wall near the door and walked into the kitchen. Charlie was there, finishing up his breakfast. I hope he really enjoyed the fried eggs and bacon because that was what he would be eating when I was gone.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms, and leveled a glare at him. It was because of him that I had to go through this. It was because he couldn't handle me after what I had gone through.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~

"Bella can you come down here for a second?" I heard Charlie ask. I pushed away from my desk and picked up my iPod. I was currently listening to it while browsing through random junk on the computer. I came down the stairs and looked at him, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Yeah?" I asked, crossing my arms. Charlie sighed exasperatedly.

"Bella, turn off the music and come sit down. I have something important to discuss with you."

"Fine." I snapped, yanking the headphones out of my ears and sitting down. Charlie sighed again.

"Bella." He started, and then paused, as if he were trying to approach the topic gently.

"I understand what happened a month ago was hard…" I immediately stiffened.

"I don't want to talk about this." I practically yelled, wrapping my arms around myself protectively.

"You need help honey." Charlie continued. "You obviously haven't gotten over it and I don't know what to do to help you. You drink, you do drugs, you…injure yourself. This isn't healthy. I've called an in-patient treatment center. It's located in Seattle. They can help you."

"You're sending me to an asylum?" I screeched. I couldn't believe this. I was too much for him so he was shoving me off onto someone else?

"It's not an asylum, Bella. It's a therapy treatment center. They help you get over addictions and emotionally traumatic experiences." Charlie said, wording it carefully again.

"You're sending me to rehab!" I yelled again.

"Yes Bella and this is why!" He yelled, slamming his fist on the table, unintentionally startling me. I shrank back and wrapped my arms around myself again.

"Bella, you are forcing my hand." Charlie began. "If you don't go to this place and get the help you need, I'm putting you in a jail cell." He started at me, completely serious. I sat back, stunned for a moment, before the anger kicked in.

"Fine!" I yelled. I stood up and kicked my chair away from me and I stomped upstairs. A couple hours later, Charlie came into my room, telling me that we were leaving in the morning.

~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~

Charlie finished eating and put his dishes in the sink. He looked down as her put on his hat and walked to the front door. I followed him and walked outside to the car. I left him to take my bag. If he was ditching me, the least he could do is carry my bags for me.

Sorry this chapter is so short. Longer chapters in the future, i promise. Ok so please tell me if this is good or if i should just stop writing because it sucks.

~ Kaori