"Miss…Miss…we're here"

The cab driver gently coaxed me out of my slumber from the air port and I smiled gratefully and handed him the money. I left the safety of the car and watched him take off, leaving me stood with my luggage staring at the house before me. The weather was cool for an April day, at least it was compared to Florida. I now regretted the denim shorts, red converse and white tank only covered by a red check flannel shirt which was two sizes too big.

I took a hold of my case and pulled it behind me, now regretting my decision. What if he didn't want me? Did he know about me? I was snapped from my thoughts as I heard loud booming laughter come from inside the house, there had to be a house full of people in there. I had reached the porch by now and immediately decided to turn and shy away from the crowd, find a hotel and then return the next day. Just as I turned to leave the door swung open and the house was now deathly silent.

"Can I help you?"

I turned back to find a large russet skinned man with silky black hair and an easy going smile eying me up and down appreciatively.

"Um, is this Joshua Uley's house?" I asked quietly.

Immediately the door was pulled open wider by an older looking man. He had stronger features, a sure sign of power and dominance and as his gaze met mine I was terrified.

"I am Joshua Uley" he growled "Who are you and what do you want?"

The tone in his voice had me backing away, taking my luggage with me.

"I-I-um I'm sorry to bother y-you. I'll just go now" I whispered as I retreated down the steps.

"What is your name girl? You came here for something now spit it out!"

I looked back over my shoulder and watched him apprehensively "I am sorry I bothered you, I should never have came here"

"I want a name girl, now"

Tears were falling silently down my face now. Was this my father? I hoped he would take me in, keep me safe from my past and tell me everything would be okay. I knew he must be because I could see certain similarities between us. Right down the startling green eyes and exact shade of mahogany hair. I heard him take a step towards me and it was then I knew I had nowhere else to go.

"My name is Isabella. Isabella Uley" I whispered quietly unsure he would heat me but when I turned I saw the shock and relief mixed on his features.

I watched him eying me cautiously, studying my features like I had done to him just moments before.

"It can't be my little Bella" he whispered and I suddenly felt a pang of hurt that he knew of me but didn't attempt contact.

He was at my side in an instant brushing my tears away with the pad of his finger before pulling me in to a constricting embrace and sniffing my hair carefully.

"I can't believe it's actually you, how did you find me?"

"I found my birth certificate a few months ago and asked a social worker to help find you. I've always thought I was Chloe Dwyer" I sniffled as he stroked my back carefully.

"Come on, lets get you inside" he led me towards the house I looked up to find 7 large men forming a line watching the events of the past few moments unfold and now all eying me favorably or with caution. It began to unnerve me and I shrank in to my fathers side.

"Don't just fucking stand there, someone grab her bag, make her some tea and find a blanket. She's freezing!" he snapped.

Fifteen minutes later I found myself curled up in a soft thick blanket, mug of tea in hand and my dad sat on the coffee table in front of the oversized arm chair I was sat in watching me carefully as the rest of the men filed in.

"Bella honey, are you okay now?" he whispered and I nodded in the affirmative.

"Can you tell me why you're here baby? I'm ecstatic you're here but why now?"

I couldn't look at him, if I did I'd never get through this. I took another grateful sip of tea and sucked in a breath to give me courage.

"I'm sorry for turning up out of the blue but once I found out about you I had to meet you. I've grown up believing I was a Dwyer and my mom and Phil's daughter so when I found out I knew I need to know who you are. If you don't want me to stay here I can check in to a hotel room I just want to get to know you"

"Don't be silly Bella, of course you will stay here, the boys have taken your luggage up to one of the spare rooms. How long are you here honey?"

"Um, well, I kinda can't go home now" I whispered, my eye welling up.

"Why not sweetie? Where have you come from?"

"Florida" I choked out.

"That's a long way for a sixteen year old girl to go on her own sweetie, are you here with someone?"

"No, I kinda – well – erm – ranawayfromhome" I rushed out the last part to make sure it came out.

"Well you are more than welcome here with me. I thought I'd lost you when your mother upped and left. You were only 3 months old and I was going mad with despair, so was Sam"

"Sam?" I questioned

"Yeah, Sam, he's your big brother baby" he said as he motioned for one of the large men to move forward.

"I missed you a lot Bella" he whispered as he crouched down in front of me "I don't expect you'll remember me from such a young age but I was 5"

I gave him a small smile "It's nice to meet you Sam"

My father cleared his throat at the emotional display, he carefully took my hand and looked me in the eye.

"Why did you run away from home sweetie?"

The question didn't surprise me but I still found it hard to whisper anything other than a name before I broke down to the background of low growls.

"Phil"