AN: So I've decided to completely change this story- nothing from the old version survived the change, not even the title. I was mostly just going to write the old one as I went but now, I know what I want to do with this story, thus the change.

This is a Disclaimer for the whole story, I am not Stephenie Meyer and no copyright infringement is intended.

Enjoy the chapter. :)


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Love/Hate Heartbreak

Preface

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"Stop! Please don't do this! Think of Carlisle and Esme! Please Edward!" A bell like voice yelled as I saw a flash of bronze and white run through the trees and up the slight hill incline towards the city walls.

The day was slightly overcast and when there was a break in the trees his skin acquired an unearthly glow instead of the usual all out diamond sparkle that was to be expected.

I could see the familiar lanky and muscular builds of his brothers who were close behind him- they seemed to be gaining ground on him, but only painfully slow.

Familiar dark cloaked figures jumped from the city walls and the three brothers stopped suddenly before them. No one spoke as the rest of his family came to a stop behind him.

"The Masters' await you."

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Chapter 1: Arrival

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I stared at the endless Washington greenery, watching the soft fall of rain on the car windows. It was sometimes depressingly cloudy in the Olympic Peninsula, so different from the constant blazing sun of Phoenix.

I used to love that constant heat and absolutely despise the endless rain; but as of late I had gradually found the Phoenix heat disagreeable, and when the thought of moving to Forks came to mind I jumped at the chance for a change of scenery.

I had shocked my mom and myself when I'd told her that I wanted to come to live with my dad. Charlie was the Chief of Police of Forks and I only saw him during the summers growing up- and as it dawned on me that I only had a year of high school left I was overcome with a need to form a stronger relationship with my father.

So before the summer of junior year was over, I had packed my bags and gotten on the next flight to Washington.

I already felt a peace, a serenity I hadn't really known before and I had only been in Washington for a couple of hours.

"Hey Bella?" My dad said softly, taking me out gently from my thoughts.

"Yes dad?"

"I'm glad you're here," he said with a soft smile playing at the edges of his lips as he glanced at me.

I smiled back softly in return.

"I'm glad too." There was a short lapse of comfortable silence.

"Before I forget, I should mention that I have a surprise waiting for you at home."

"What is it dad?"

"A car," he said quietly after a few moments.

"Oh dad you shouldn't have-,"

"No Bella I wanted to, think of it as a small welcome home gift."

"But dad-"

"Bella please, I'm your father and I'm allowed to buy you things when I want to." He replied with so much pride and such a bright smile that I couldn't find it in me to oppose him so I sighed in defeat.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome Bella."

I smiled at him one more time before turning to face the window again.

I dropped my bags on the floor and glance at the room- my room.

The room was rather spacious, much more so than my previous one in Phoenix. The floors were a light wood color and my walls were a pale, relaxing lavender.

There was a window directly across the doorway; my closet was to my left, on the same wall as the door and beside it were the light switches to the small delicate antic brass chandelier and to one of the lamps on my night stand of the same color. The walls were bare and only the dark violet curtains interrupted its bare vastness.

There was a desk to my left, close to the closet and beside it stood a single tall dark wood bureau, the same color as the desk, headboard, and nightstands. A full length mirror stood at the northwest corner beside the bureau, its brass edges twisted in intricate designs.

A faded dark chest -the kind that looked like a treasure chest except that this one had a flat top and the key hole was inlaid in the wood- laid beneath the window with a large cushion on top- clearly meant to serve as a seat and to store any of my extra things.

There was nothing else in the room and I was glad for it. It would give me a chance to add what I wanted, but I doubted I would add much- my dad had done a great job with the room and I loved it already.

Sighing contently, I opened my bags and began to put away everything that I owned.

I was halfway done when my dad decided to check up on my progress.

"Looks like you're almost done."

"Yeah dad, I only need to place a few of these things in the drawers and I'll be done."

"I'm going to whip us something to eat, do you want anything in particular?"

"No thanks dad, whatever you feel like making is fine."

"Alright then," he replied with a smile, "oh, and this is the key to the chest over there." He took out a small gold key from his pocket and handed it to me, glancing at the chest.

"Thanks dad."

"Not a problem bells." He glanced at the large box of books next to the closet and grinned widely. "I'm going to have to get you a bookcase for those," he mused, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Dad-," I began in a warning tone.

"Oh no Bella, I was going to buy another bookcase for my office but now I get to buy two, which is infinitely better if you ask me."

"But dad-,"

"Bella, I'm going to buy it whether you want me to or not so you might as well just smile and thank me." I sighed at his stubbornness; it was a thing I had inherited from him, just like my passion for reading.

I remember that when I was a child I would go into his office and stare at the bookcases in wonder, they always seem to be overflowing with books no matter how many bookcases he added. I could never understand how it happened, I just knew it did.

"Alright dad, thank you."

"Now that's more like it," he replied with a light chuckle- I smiled.

He left the room shortly after that and I could hear him bustling in the kitchen as I finished putting away my clothes.

I closed the suitcase, slide it underneath my bed and turned to look at the old chest.

I kneeled before it and unlocked it quickly, it opened without a sound and I marveled at its dark blue velvet interior; it felt unbelievably smooth beneath my finger tips.

I went to my bed and picked up a few important papers, my old high school year book, most of the money I had with me and placed them inside the chest before I locked it. I glanced at the antic brass key in my hand and turned it over as I sat down on the edge of my bed.

I needed to find a safe place to put it, I couldn't exactly take it around with me all the time without looking weird… or could I?

I almost slapped myself for not thinking about it earlier when my dad gave it to me. I got up off the bed and looked for the supplies I would need, a plan forming in my mind.


Rewritten/Published: October 9, 2010

Edited: June 12, 2012


AN: So I'm pretty sure that's as different as you can get from Twilight without giving away the plot line in the first chapter. And yes, Bella and Charlie will be out of character for the most part- for example Charlie will know how to cook and it will be something Bella picked up from him, just like her love of literature.

The song that helped inspire the story (and the title) is Love/Hate Heartbreak by Halestorm- so check it out if you have the chance, the band is amazing.

I'd like to know what you think so please Review and tell me. :)

Until next time,

~Med.