This is a multi-chapter story, my first one in fact so comment on what I can do to write better or evolve the story. Thanks for reading!

I don't own twilight or the characters only what I make them do! ;D

I really didn't understand why I had to move to Forks, Washington. Sure I had a bad record with my last school but how was this small town supposed to fix it? All this was going to do was make me go insane. Although I think an asylum would be better than this place. I should be in an asylum though after what that fucker put me through. But of course my so called 'Mom' took his side. So here I was on my way to a place I haven't been to in three years and the last time I was here I was different in all possible ways.

I sigh and focused on racing down some curvy road at a speed that probably wasn't safe for these wet roads or my Harley. Ugh I hate rain. The sun called to me like a moth to a flame and the rain disgusted me. I slowed down when I encountered the Welcome to Forks sign. As I rode through the heart of town I encountered curious glances, hateful glares, and a few wolf whistles from immature boys. Wouldn't they ever learn?

I made it into my dad's neighborhood and pulled up to the familiar house. My dad rushed out of the front door and made his way over to me.

"Bells! You're here, finally!" he said pulling me into his arms the moment I got off my bike.

"Hi Dad." I said standing still as a statue as he held me.

He quickly realized I wasn't responding and he pulled back awkwardly. I looked up at him and smiled slightly, he hadn't changed one bit. Same brown hair just a little more grey and same deep brown eyes, just like mine. I guess I had that same color hair naturally but I have dyed it numerous times in the past few years. Right now it was a midnight black with sapphire blue highlights. I noticed he was staring at me expectantly and I looked at him sheepishly.

"Sorry what?"

"I asked if you wanted to go shopping later for clothes or room stuff. I know you sent a few things but it was only a few suitcases." He said.

"Uhm yea sure that's cool." I said and grabbed my back pack off my bike.

I strode into the house and glanced around, it too was the same. I made my way into the kitchen and opened the fridge. The only thing in there was beer, pickles, and some moldy pizza. I scrunched up my nose and turned to my dad who was sitting at the table reading a car magazine.

"I'm going to need to go shopping you have no food." I said and he chuckled.

"Actually I probably need to get settled before I can think about going anywhere." I said.

"Well your bags are already in your room." He said and I nodded.

Once in my room I realized it was the only thing that had changed here. My once pink walls were now dark purple and black with music notes wrapping around the walls. I read over the notes and realized it was Claire de Lune, my favorite piece. I looked over to my four poster queen sized bed and saw that my princess comforter had been replaced with a black comforter with ruffled swirls and music note, head phone, and fluffy pillows. There was a mahogany desk and matching bookcase already filled with my box of books I had shipped here. I looked over in the corner with the television and beanbag chair to see the three suitcases I sent, my guitar case, and my duffel bag.

I set my backpack down on the desk and started to unpack. One suitcase had clothes in it the other one had my music stand and my make-up and jewelry. The third suitcase had just miscellaneous items while the duffle bag had my shoes. I put the clothes in the closet and when I was done only a quarter of it was filled. Damn my psychotic mother for burning half my shit. I sighed and continued setting up my room and when I was done it looked ten times better than my room in Phoenix, Arizona.

I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes dreading my start at Forks high on Monday. The drive on my bike had made me exhausted and before I knew it I drifted off into a deep sleep.

The moment my mind drifted was the moment my nightmares assaulted me. There was the girl, always the girl. The raven haired beauty with honey colored eyes and a small figure but damn was she beautiful. Put she always got pulled away by Phil, my mother's husband and my rapist. I screamed at him to take me instead and so he did, throwing me against the wall and taking me over and over, pushing his vile self into me. My innocence broke as the raven haired beauty cried and shouted in anger. That's when she pounced with sharp fangs and drained Phil of his life's blood.

I screamed loudly until I realized my eyes were opened, seeing the real world once more. I shook myself mentally and heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. My dad burst through the door searching the room for an intruder. When he didn't find one his eyes rested on me.

"I had a nightmare." I said quietly and he looked at me with pain in his eyes, he knew.

"Who told you?!" I asked with force.

"When your mother called me she told me what you were accusing him of doing. I never liked that guy Bells and I believe you. I want to kill that sick fucker for laying a hand on you but I can't." He said in a defeated voice and I broke crying for the first time since that first night.

"Daddy he hurt me so bad. He tore me apart physically and emotionally." I said in a voice that sounded like a little girl.

"I know Honey. But we're going to get him put away. We'll call this in and he wont be able to hurt you again." He said pulling me into his arms and for the first time in a while I let my father hold me.

"I don't want everyone to know. They'll hate me." I whispered.

"I'll be here. Maybe you should see someone." He said and my cold front came back up at that as I heard my mother's voice echo through my head.

"Silly, crazy Isabella we should probably lock you away for these terrible accusations." She said looking at me like I was nothing more than dirt. "You're not my daughter anymore you slut!" she screamed.

"Bella? Bella honey what's wrong?" I heard my dad ask.

I realized that I was shaking and taking short breaths. I hated panic attacks they were the worst for me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. Once I had it evened out I looked up to the face of my worried father.

"I get panic attacks a lot." I explained and he just nodded.

"She was mean to me too Dad. She said that I wasn't her daughter anymore… she called me a slut." I whispered and he got off the bed hurriedly and sprinted down the stairs.

I scrambled after him and caught him at the door getting his police belt.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I'm going to kill them both." He said and I grabbed the belt taking it from him.

"You can't do that." I said

"Why not Bella? They deserve it for hurting you!"

"If you kill them you get taken away from me then I have no one." I said and his face softened making him look as young as he was the last time I saw him three years ago.

He took me into his arms again and I relaxed this time instead of flinched "I won't let them hurt you again Bella." He whispered into my hair. "I missed you honey." He added and I smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever.

"I missed you too Dad." I said and we stood there wondering how to heal.

So that's the first chapter tell me what you think loves!