AN: Sorry for the short chapter. They'll get longer I promise. I'm also working on another story Bella's Wild Side that's eventually going to be Bella/Garrett. Next chapter of this will be more entertaining, I promise.
Disclaimer: Duh, I don't own Twilight. Sorry.
Bella POV
They are long since gone. The Cullens and Charlie. Everyone who made Forks worthwhile. Even my best friend Jacob Black, who had been a source of comfort for a little while, was gone. Actually, everyone who had lived in La Push was gone. They had left to go to another reservation somewhere sunnier since so many Quileutes were getting sick from the lack of sun. I had told Jake to go. I didn't want him getting sick, and even with him, I wasn't happy.
I couldn't go with him either. I couldn't go with him anymore than I could go to Renee. I will leave Forks. Soon, but I can't go somewhere that reminds me of my past. Not with Jake, because there was so much between Edward, Jake, and me. Not to Phoenix, where I hid away in (and then snuck out of) a hotel with Jasper and Alice. Where Jasper, Alice, and Emmett killed for me, where Edward sucked the venom out of my blood, where Carlisle held my hand and kept Edward from drinking me dry.
Yeah, no. I will, however, make a completely new life. I won't be a shy, innocent girl anymore. So! Let's get started, shall we?
Most of my boxes were packed, the house cleaned and up for sale, along with my truck. Now for my transformation. Insert evil laugh. See? I'm already changing.
First I needed to go shopping. I got in the truck with some of the money Charlie left me. Apparently he'd been really rich, but he'd refrained from spending all the money just so I would have something if he died while I was still a teenager. Which he did. The thought made me cry again. Before I left, I would have to say goodbye and leave some fish and beer at his grave.
When I got back from Port Angeles, I had a lot of tight, black, leather, and sexy clothes. Not necessarily tight and black and leather and sexy. They were all different. Ooh, and heels and boots. I also bought some jewelry. It didn't cost nearly as much as I thought; maybe because I kept flirting with the cashiers. Disturbingly, they weren't all males.
My cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi, I saw you had a truck for sale or trade?" Finally. "Yes, I do." "OK, I want to make a trade. I have my ex-wife's pink Bugatti. It's in excellent condition, but it's too fast and fancy for me. And it's, uh, pink."
"OK, yeah. My truck is definitely slower than a Bugatti. And it's definitely not pink. When could you bring it by?"
"Um, now? I'm in Olympia, so it'd take me about an hour." "OK, that's fine. I'll see you soon then." A Bugatti? Seriously? Oh my God, this was amazing. Fast, like the old me wouldn't like.
By the time the trade was done and the wimpy 30 year old was gone, it was time for bed. I put on the lacy sleepwear I had bought and slid beneath the covers. Time for me to enjoy some nightmares.