I
had just gotten off the flight from phoenix Arizona to Seattle Washington. I
was looking for my dad Charlie. The chief of police here in forks. I finally
spotted him! "Dad" I called out to get his attention. His head whipped in my
direction as he broke into a giant grin. We had gotten a lot better at showing
our emotions over the years after I broke down thinking Charlie didn't love me.
"Bells!" he yelled back. He scooped me up into a giant bear hug and twirled me
around like a little girl as I giggled. "I missed you bells" "missed you to
daddy!" I giggled. I always felt like a little girl around my daddy. You might
be wondering about the whole bipolar Charlie daddy thing, it's just that there
are times you would call your dad, dad, father, or daddy. That's what I do only
with Charlie. We quickly grabbed my suitcases and rushed through the rain into
the cruiser. I would never say this out loud but I love riding in my dad's cruiser!
We pulled out of the airport and started on our two hour drive back to forks. I
quickly turned on the radio to 107.3 the river, my favorite station and began
to sing along. About thirty minutes into the drive I thought I saw a flash of
red in the forest, but I decided to ignore it. Half an hour later I saw it
again. It was coming near the car and keeping pace with us! We were going over
60 mph! Suddenly our car hit something and we flew forward. I remember hitting
my head and Charlie asking if I was okay before red hair materializes in front
of Charlie and I saying this will only hurt a lot. Then the fire started.
