Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. But I do however own the plot. I just got a little too enthusiastic on writing a story that I borrowed Stephenie Meyers character names to create mine.

Authors Note: This is a second fanfic that I made, my first one is a top secret. I'm rewriting it as of now in hoping I would post it again soon enough. Reviews and Comments are very much welcome. I need a lot of critics so I can enhance my writing. Thank you!

"Sometimes blood isn't thicker than water and family will cross you quicker than strangers."

-Unknown

Living in Seattle has been the highlight of my life. My dad and I relocated here a few years ago when he got divorced. We used to live in Portland but since the divorce and the incident we decided to move. Leave all the bad memories behind. But for me I can't do that. It means fully forgiving her, forgetting the pain of lose and forgetting the one person I loved the most. I'm a masochist, so sue me! It was the only way to feel that every good thing that happened to me amidst the bad things were true.

I willed myself away from the thoughts of him but still no success. Years have passed but he was still all I could think about. The future that we may have had, the happy days we ones shared. God dammit! All this thinking is getting into my nerves. I need to calm down.

Stoping my car in front of the Four Season's Hotel I got out and handed my keys to the Valet. I was meeting my dad here alongside with our friends as he says. He was going to announce something and he thought why not throw a weekend party in the Four Season's. I checked in the concierge and the bellboy helped me up to my room.

Picking up my purse from the bed I quickly went in the bathroom and rummaged my purse for the little gold lipstick like tube that has been taunting me ever since we got settled in the hotel. I don't fucking care if my dad where just in the room next to me or everyone I knew where settled in as well in this hotel. All I know is that I needed this so bad. And no one can fucking stop me.

I twisted the tube to open and frowned when I noticed that the white dusty substance encased in it was almost gone. Fucking Shit! I needed this now more than ever. How the hell am I going to make it through this weekend without it? I love my dad so much but this is a way where I can tolerate other people. God knows how hard I am trying to look composed all the time when all I wanted to do is blame everyone for being so selfish. So now I had no choice I have to make do with what I have. And just call someone later for refill.

I dipped my right pointer finger into the tube, making sure to swirl it around so it would stick. After doing that I took my white-coated pointer finger into my mouth spreading the dusty substance into my gums. As I do so, I could feel the wave of euphoria slowly taking over my body. Fuck! It feels so good but still I needed more. Emptying the lipstick tube in the counter surface I snorted carefully everything till it was gone.

I smiled to myself feeling high as a cloud. This is heaven. I feel so lightheaded but it was tolerable. That was the effect cocaine gives you. I feel free, happy and worry free. It's like everything around me was not important. I couldn't feel the pain that I longed to disappear ever since that day I lost everything important to me. This is where I wanted to be.

My phone ringing awoke me from the high I was in- well not completely- I was still high as a fucking kite.

"Hello?" I slurred.

"Bells? You ok?" I hear my dad's worried voice on the other side of the phone.

Note to self always check the caller ID when you just got high.

I cleared my throat hoping my slurry voice would straighten up. "Yeah! I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked again.

"Positive dad, I just had a glass of wine is all." I replied.

"Ok, then. You should head back down now the ballroom. Everyone is here." He informed me.

"I'll be right down, Dad. See you in a few." I replied not bothering if he would answer back I hung up the phone.

Looking around the bathroom I picked up all the things I used and carefully tucked it away in my bag. I went back to the room tidying up my blue tube dress one last time. I don't want them noticing me high or notice the traces of coke in my dress.

Before going down I made sure to send a text to Tyler my friend for all intents and purposes. Tucking my phone back to my purse I made my way down to the ballroom. This is going to be one interesting night.

The ballroom was so crowded it made it hard to find where Charlie is. I had to pass through a crowd of fake plastic people before I got to him.

"Bells!" My dad greeted me taking me in his arms hugging. For what it's worth I hugged him back.

He was never this affectionate especially around other people. I wonder what got to him to act like this. Nonetheless I was enjoying it. Makes me feel that he is still the father I used to know.

"Listen, kiddo. I love you so much. And I know what ever happens tonight please understand that I very much want this and I would like for you to be apart of it." Charlie says seriously.

What the hell does that mean? I didn't have time to process everything he said. All I know is that it was very cryptic. My cocaine state of mind won't allow me to process it. So I just nodded at what Charlie said and that made him break into a huge smile.

After our conversation I made my way to the bar and decided to spice things up by doing shots of Jack and Coke. Downing shot after another I have observed that the people who attended this little soiree were all close to my good for nothing mother.

I cringed at the mere thought of her. God Damn her! I hope she rots in hell wherever the hell she is. Renee is a selfish manipulative bitch. She was never been a mother to me. I was more like a puppet to her to do as she pleases. She wanted to control my life and me the good little girl -I was before- did everything she told me so she would be happy. I didn't want to disappoint her I wanted her to love me and understand me. And when I did what she wants she was proud of me. You know that making your parents proud is like the cherry on top of your existence.

Then one day when I started doing the things that made me happier she blocked it. Renee gave me a lot of rules to live by. She dictated me who to marry, where to live and when to have children.

That was the last draw. Renee fucking ruined my life. And I promise to God that she will never ever come close to me again. I might kill her like the way she did to me if I ever get to see her again. All fucking hell will break loose.

A tap on the microphone calling the attention of everyone broke my trance. I downed the last shot of Jack and Coke giving my attention to my father who is holding the microphone.

"Friends and Family. I am so glad all of you had joined me in this wonderful night. I know all of you are wondering why I invited you all here. So I'm just going to cut the chase. I am in love." Charlie announced.

A few catcalls elicited throughout the room. I rolled my eyes at his attempt of a bad joke. Charlie will never be in love. For all I know my bitch of a mother put him out of the ladies. Not to mention I haven't seen or heard him having rendezvous with a special lady. We have our weekly dinner so I would know.

"Ok, ok." He continued. "Without further ado my yet again future wife the woman I truly love with flaws and all... Renee Swan."

Looking at him confused I noticed the brunette figure walk towards the stage kissing Charlie on the lips. Holy shit! I felt like I just got stab with a knife on the back. The all too familiar pain that I longed to bury is slowly creeping out. And because of that many things happened in that moment. First, I marched unconsciously to the stage. Second, I slapped the hell out of Renee making the people in the room gasp. And last but not the least.

"Fuck no, bitch!" I screeched.