I own nothing. SM is the creator of Twilight, I am simply playing with the characters, placing them in my plots,

-Bella-

Why? It was the only word that came to mind when I stood here, outside my old room. If I thought hard about it all I had to do was run while he was at work. But, then again, he could always find me. Always. It was the one thing he had drilled into my head when I entered this stark prison they dared call a home.

Though at present moment, it was my home. I released a sigh as I finally reach out and turned the door knob. Stale air was waiting to greet me, and I hurriedly walked over to the window, allowing fresh, crisp air chase away the unwanted stale smell.

I turned and finally looked around my room, it was almost exactly the same as it had been when my mother had ushered me out the door 10 years ago… when she had taken me and fled this cage. The desk, exactly as I had remembered it, still had the picture I had drawn the day mother had taken me away from this place, the walls still the same colour. I was willing to bet the bed was the same, the sheets looked fresh, the bed neatly made.

I felt a disgusted smile as I now gazed at the small closet….the closet I had so often hidden in, trying to escape the yelling and cussing of my parents downstairs. I heard the door slam as my father, Charlie, Chief of police, walked in with the last of my bags. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine, the room temperature seemed to drop as he came into my room, not bothering to knock.

"I want dinner on the table when I get home every night, and the house to be clean sweetie. That's all I ask while you're here" He said quickly, and then he dropped my bags and left, slamming the door. I knew Charlie didn't care for my response, I also knew that speaking to him would be pointless unless it was urgent, so I didn't say a word.

As I unpacked neatly and put away my belongings, all I could think was why. Why had my mother sent me away to live with Charlie, surely she didn't think he changed. But no, Renee Swan had left me, to go live with her new fiancé. She left me, just as she had left my father all those years ago.

I left my window open, hoping it wouldn't start raining, and went to the kitchen. I looked around the bare cupboards, and found enough to make spaghetti. I set to work, putting water on to boil, finding a fry pan and heating it. Only 25 minutes later, I was carrying a plate of dinner to my father, who was currently positioned in his recliner, watching the news.

As an advertisement cut through the news, he looked up at me and took the meal. He quickly ate a mouthful and nodded his approval; I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding.
"You have school tomorrow, Isabella. Don't be late. I put your school stuff under your bed. Billy Blacks bringing your mothers old car here tomorrow morning, so you can use that."

I nodded, knowing he wouldn't want to hear my voice. He smiled, the news came back on and as I was about to leave for my bed he called out.
"Good to have you back, Isabella" I nodded again and scurried up to my room.

I kneeled on the floor, my hands searching under my bed. I found a backpack and the necessary books, stationary and such. I crammed all my school things into my bag, and placed it beside the door. I looked around the neat room, the stale smell no longer lingered and I shut my window, before long water droplets splashed gently against the glass, it's almost rhythmic pitter patter soothing me.

I waited for what seemed like hours, making sure Charlie was asleep before I was. It was a habit I had slipped into when I lived here, or came for holidays. It made me feel safer. What was it they use to say? There is no place like home. I smiled bitterly as the thought came to mind.

No, there certainly wasn't. Though I'm sure the people who had created that quote felt loved and safe when they had originally said it, all I felt in this place was tainted and too open. I was sure a sewer would be safer than Charlie's house.

I fell into a fitful sleep, memories resurfacing and reliving some experiences was all that made itself known.

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