Hi everybody, it's me again. I've been working on this fic for years, it was originally an original work. If you read Cullen's girl, this is the total opposite. But I think I'll be great. It's rated M for a reason, even if this chapter is not. It has a companion fic written in Edward's POV.

Disclaimer : nothing is mine except the actual story.

It's OCC, AU and there is no telling when I'll finish it so read at your own risk. I just hoped posting the first chapters would rekindle the inspiration to continue it.

Thanks Amy for looking at the first chapter such a long time ago !

Song for this chapter : Satellite Heart – Anya Marina

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Satellite heart

I smoothed my hair after removing the headband from it. I caught my reflection in the cab's window and congratulated myself for choosing not to cut it too short. Straightened, it covered half of my back and when I let my natural curls roam free they were just the right length.

I had brown hair and brown eyes but I was far from ordinary. I could stand out in a crowd any day of the week, but I liked having the possibility to blend in as a plain Jane. I loved to disguise myself. I changed my look and measured the effect I had on people as a hobby. No wonder I was such a big fan of Halloween growing up. I moaned out loud when my phone rang. Not him again.

"God will you ever leave me alone?" I said harshly to my ex boyfriend, Tyler Hammond. The line was silent for a moment. I reached my destination so I paid the driver quickly and got out of the cab, waiting for Tyler's sure to be pathetic response.

"Isa, I love you, please let me see you before you go, please." He whined as I walked towards the nearby entrance.

"It's over Tyler, get used to it." I hung up without a second thought, but then the phone started vibrating again in my hand. Tyler's name appeared back on the screen and I sighed. Too bad, it was such a nice phone. I spotted the nearest garbage can in Sea-Tac airport and threw my six months old Blackberry Pearl into it, still vibrating from one of Tyler's stalker calls. Reaching in my Dior handbag for my new iPhone, I consoled myself thinking that I needed a Boston area code anyway. I made my way swiftly to the American Airline desk. The lady behind the counter was already on the phone. I realised after a few words it was a personal call. I grinned. I loved to play the diva. With no second thoughts, I reached over the desk and hung up her phone with a cocky grin. She stared back at me, shocked.

"What can I do for you miss?" The sarcasm was tangible in her voice.

"I need a ticket to Boston on your four pm flight." She rolled her eyes.

"Well let me see… There is a flight leaving at four, but I'm afraid there's no seat available. Sorry." She gave me a fake smile and I handed her my credit card.

"A first class ticket of course," I smirked. She took my card begrudgingly. Her eyes opened like saucers when she read my name. Since my mother's misadventures, my name appeared in quite a lot of local magazines.

"You're Isabella Cullen?" She wasn't mad at me anymore. She was too excited to finally know what I looked like to be angry. After all, my father well managed to keep my picture out of the medias.

I'm Isabella Marie Cullen, my father is Carlisle Cullen and my life is one big messed up story.

I was to be released into my father's custody starting tomorrow while my mother had to be locked away in a rehabilitation facility for at least six months. Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought. She'd done it, the unthinkable. She tried to end her life. She hadn't been much of a parent ever, but this was the last straw for my father. He sent an army of layers to get me, and I hated him for it.

My parents Renee and Carlisle Cullen were married for two years in their late twenties. My mother said they were happy, most of the time, before my father started working at the hospital. Even if he should have taken the Cullen Company under his command, he wanted to do something on his own; he wanted to become a doctor.

His first month as a resident, he fell in love with a seventeen years old. This was before my mother even knew she was pregnant with me. The girl, Esme, was apparently already expecting twins, with nothing in the world beside a crappy apartment and an abusive family. The damsel in distress; yeah right, gold digger would be a more proper name for her.

So, my backstabbing father asked my mother for a divorce. The next two months were so hard on her, she didn't realize her period was late, and my father learned of my existence in a court of law. I can't even imagine how annoyed he must have been that he couldn't just get rid of my mother without a second thought. At least, he hadn't tried to deny my rights, and I was born Isabella Marie Cullen. My mother explained that even if the name gave her nightmares, it would be better for me in the long run. Everyone knew my name. I was heiress to a third of the Cullen fortune when I was little, and I was entitled to half since one of the twin died. I hadn't bothered to go to the funeral. After all, they weren't really my brothers.

But to the world, they were. Back then, Carlisle didn't want people to know his boys weren't really his, so he adopted the twins in secret. That's Carlisle. He would rather pass for a cheating bastard shopping in the junior section than putting the legitimacy of his perfect wife and sons in question.

He told Renee before finalizing the divorce, of course, so she couldn't accuse him of cheating in court. She signed a confidentiality agreement, ensuring them she wouldn't talk, in exchange for a better settlement. He told me himself when I was fourteen that he hadn't cheated on my mom, in a futile attempt to gain my trust. Like the fact he wasn't unfaithful could make things better and make up for abandoning us. In my opinion, it was even worse. He abandoned his real family to rescue a pregnant teenager that had nothing to do with him.

I sneered out loud, just thinking about it. The worst part about this whole situation: he was thrilled I was forced into his custody. He had tried to have me visit every year since my fifteenth birthday. I guess losing a child suddenly made him wonder about the one he'd left behind. Well, he was in for a surprise. I wasn't his little girl and I'd never be. So what if he'd lost a son in a car accident two years ago. I slowly lost my mother to alcohol and drugs because of him. He was going to pay for everything.

The American airline lady finally billed my credit card, and I was soon waiting in a private lounge for my plane to board. I didn't have a lot of stuff with me; I could buy everything I needed there. Bored to death, I started entering a number into my new phone. I knew by heart the only one that mattered. Alice. She was the only sane person left in my life, and the closest thing I would ever have to a family.

Our friendship dated back to when I was a baby. My mother was desperate to escape the media when she was done divorcing my father. She hid with me in a small and rainy Washington town called Forks. I was around two at the time. She tried to build a new life with a recent widower and chief of police, Charlie Swan. He was so in love with her, the poor guy. He had a little girl too. Alice and I were raised side by side for seven wonderful years. Things were good then, but my mother was too volatile for this life, and without a warning we left, abandoning everything behind. I cried for weeks when I was separated from Alice. I didn't talk to her for three years, until I was twelve and able to email. My mother and I traveled around the United States for years, unable to find a place that suited her, because her despair came from within. I learned to take care of myself early in life, and spent more than my share of nights holding her hair while she threw up.

At fifteen years old, I tricked my mother into moving to Seattle, so I could sneak out and meet Alice halfway. I will always remember the way we threw ourselves in each other's arms as the best moment of my life. I even visited Forks again, though I never accepted her invitation to visit Charlie. He'd lived through enough Cullen drama already.

My mother must have known I wanted to live in Seattle to see Alice, but she never mentioned it. Alice didn't want to speak to her either. After all, Renee was the only mom she'd ever known, and she had abandoned her, but she wasn't mad at me. We were just kids then.

Alice and I vowed to go to college together, and I couldn't wait to live with my sister again. The very thought brought a smile to my lips and butterflies to my stomach as I boarded the plane. I would miss her terribly in Boston; maybe with some luck Carlisle would liberate me for the holidays.

When I found out where the judge was sending me, I seriously thought about running away. But what was the point? Carlisle would just track me down and be even more difficult afterwards. And to be realistic, I didn't think I could live a year without a decent place to stay, or without using my credit cards. So I will be living in his house, with his wife and son, for at least six months. I know that it'll in fact be until I'm eighteen in January, for no judge will give me back to my mother, because I know she won't be better. So I had about 8 months to endure. January 12 2009, I would be free.

Maybe it won't be so hard to keep living my life the way I want to. Carlisle is so gullible. He gave me permission to finish my school year here since there is only two weeks left... Of course I lied; I'm already done with school with two weeks of freedom in front of me. He believed me without a second thought. His so fucking amazing son had two weeks left too.

"I bet he is some kind of rich but socially inadequate overprotected nobody," I thought, imagining my fake half brother but real step-brother.

"I bet he doesn't even know the real story of his father. I bet he thinks I'm his real sister," I snickered inwardly

The flight was pretty uneventful. I'd reserved a room at the Beacon Hill Hotel on Charles Street, not too far from my father's 11 bedrooms property on Beacons Street. "Who needs 11 bedrooms ? Seriously." I lived in and out of hotel rooms for the last 5 years; I don't understand the need to own a big place to show off at cocktail parties.

I took a cab to the hotel, checking in under a fake name. I was happy with my choice, it was a nice hotel. I unpacked the things I brought with me a little before supper and went to the bar for a drink afterwards. I wondered about what my summer would be like. Last summer, I visited Europe with my mom, but I guess Carlisle wouldn't let me travel out of the country.

"This sucks," I thought, playing with my empty martini glass. I was already an adult in the sense that I could take care of myself. I never had to obey rules and curfews and such.

I was sulking in the corner when I spotted a boy drinking on the other side of the bar. He was clearly under aged, but I guess he possessed a solid fake ID, like me, because the barman was serving him shots after shots. He seemed so hunted, my heart broke a little. He was astonishingly handsome, his body was clearly well exercised and his hair was the most unusual color: copper. I took a picture of him subtly, with my phone. I would beat Alice at our monthly game of hottest stranger. Even after a couple of minutes, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. I felt a strange pull towards him and almost got up to introduce myself.

Don't Bella, boys are just trouble. I reminded myself, and before I could change my mind the mysterious boy got up and walked out of the bar. I texted Alice.

From BellCullen to Alicexoxo + Attachement.:

Check that out I win this month for sure.

I waited for her answer. She was always by her phone at work, looking forward to the distraction.

From Alicexoxo to BellCullen:

Damn you're right. Nice work. Who is he?

I chuckled, she was trying to disqualify my hot stranger.

From BellCullen to Alicexoxo.:

No idea, rules are rules, he's my hot stranger.

Alice often lost because she hit on her strangers.

She was the kind of girl who believed in love at first sight and knights in shining armors. She came up with this game six months ago, and I won 5 times so far. She really needed to step up her game.

I was tired so I went to bed early. I was usually an all-nighter but without anyone to go out with and my heart sinking at the thought that my freedom would soon be over, I was way too depressed to party.

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