Darkest Hours

Full Summary: It has been two years since Bella swan has left Forks, with reasons unknown to nobody, but for Bella it has been two years of agony for her, but when her mother forces her back to Forks, Bella has to face up to everything and everyone she left behind. Can she do it with her head held high? ExB AH

Warning: In later chapters there will be mild rape scenes. They are not at all graphic and I do not intend to offend people whatsoever by them. It is all fictions and thus not real. Also there will be drug abuse in later chapters. Again, I do not wish to offend anybody by them. They are aall fiction and not real.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or anything to do with Twilight Saga at all. All of those rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

Bella's POV:

I officially hate my mother.

She was forcing me to come back to Forks, the one place I never wanted to return to if I could help it.

So here I was, seventeen years old and standing in the airport on my own, waiting for the flight to my own personal hell.

You may ask why I was coming back. You may ask why I was too scared to go back. I have reasons for both...

But for now I will only answer the first question. At Phoenix High, I know this sounds vain to say. But I was popular. I went to all the parties, I drunk with my friends. I did everything you were expected to do. But for reasons unknown to anybody else I always declined when a boy asked me out. All of this was like a second nature to me, when I first came to Phoenix I immediately fit in with all the party people. I guess I just had enough practise of doing it at Forks, but I also needed something to keep me away from the pain.

My Mum and Dad, don't know the reasons I wanted to go and live with mum, as far as my dad was concerned I didn't get on well with my mother. But I would have rather lived with her than stay in Forks.

I would miss my friends here, they made me happy, though I was sure they could only be fake because of my popularity, I still appreciated them anyway. They made me feel for once that I was loved. I smiled as I remembered our farewell sleepover at my house. All my gang were there, Chloe, Sophie, Ellie, Abi and of course me.

They had all made a big deal out of it and bought me presents and bought loads of food, as we all rarely pigged out, only on special occasions. Even though, to me this wasn't a special occasion.

Anyway, I was presented with my leaving presents; from Chloe I had gotten a ton of make-up.

"You'll need it where you're going," she said with a small wink.

Sophie had gotten me a Gucci coat.

"It is for the bad weather," she explained.

Ellie and Abi had gotten me a large poster of us all laughing at our last sleepover. And altogether they had gotten me a photo album of our memories. Most of them consisted of party pictures of us all being drunk and making a fool of ourselves, but there were some genuine memories in there. Shopping trips, holidays, sleepovers ect...

I felt a pang of sadness as I thought of the photo album in my carry on. I didn't want to leave this life to go back to one of misery. It just wasn't right.

I just realised I had gotten off track, on why my mum wanted me to go back to Forks. It seemed embarrassing to admit this, but I had recently started taking drugs. My friend Liam had been taking them for a few years and he always seemed so happy, so I thought maybe if I took them, they would erase the memories.

But it worked the opposite. The drugs are taking me to my memories.

Anyway one night me and Liam had been hanging out in my living room, my mum was supposed to be away for a few days, but she had come home a day early. Anyway long story cut short, my mum walked in to find me and Liam high, she phoned my dad and now I was on my way back to Forks.

Joy.

"Flight 147 is now boarding," a voice echoed through the overhead speakers. I sighed and got up to board the plane.

Well, I might as well get this over with.

----~~~~----

After the 4 hour flight, the plane touched soil in Seattle, from here now I had to switch planes to get down to Port Angeles.

I knew this routine well enough by now, as I always visited my mother in phoenix when I was younger most holidays. I could probably do it blind folded by now.

When I got off the plane Charlie regarded me for a moment then took my bags and strode towards his police car without talking to me or even saying a greeting.

"A hello would be nice," I grumbled to myself as I reluctantly followed him to the car. When I got in I buckled up my seat belt and we drove out of Port Angeles, into the world of alien green. Once I used to love the green, but after living in the sun for two years you begin to grow to hate the wet and the cold.

We sat in an awkward silence for fifteen minutes until Charlie decided to speak up.

"You're starting high school tomorrow," he said grudgingly. I sighed; I knew why he was acting like this. He was the chief police officer to the tiny town of Forks, so of course he knew all of the dangers of drugs, and always told me how I should never take drugs, not even as a last resort.

But of course I had, and only know I realise that I had been stupid to do so. What if I had overdosed? I wanted to tell my Dad that I was sorry and stupid, but somehow I couldn't voice my opinions out loud.

As we entered Forks, I looked around at the surroundings, wondering if I would spot any familiar faces, but Forks was such a small town that after living there most of your life, you gradually get to know everyone.

But thankfully no one looked our way as the police car passed the shops and small cafés. Anyway I would get a chance to see everybody tomorrow. My stomach pummelled to the floor, just thinking about it.

My dad pulled up onto the driveway where my small silver Audi sat. It was supposed to be a birthday present for when I got my license here, but of course I left Forks before I passed my test, so I ended up taking it in Arizona. Unfortunately I had to leave my old big red truck behind. I loved it to bits, it suited me well, and when people at school made remarks about the oldness of it, I always replied with a bitchy comeback.

I had to admit, I have been a bitch in the past. But I wanted to change all of that.

But that was only if people would let me.

Charlie left me alone to pack, I put up the poster of me and my friends on the wall across from my bed, so it would be the thing I woke up too, to make me happy. I place photos around my room and put the photo album in the drawer next to my bed.

I hung up all my clothes in my wardrobe and then sat on my bed and watched the rain pour down my window outside.

Tears began to form and soon they were falling in sync with the rain, but I wiped them away and told myself to be strong for tomorrow.

When the sky began to darken into night, I went downstairs preparing to cook a meal for me and Charlie- he had never been the best of cooks, but I came down to find that he had already ordered a pizza.

When he saw me make my way to the kitchen he called me from the living room. "Bells, I already ordered a pizza for tonight, I thought it might make it easier for your first night back." I smiled and muttered thank you and settled down to watch television with him, but right on cue the door bell rang.

I jumped up and opened the door to see a face I already recognised. Eric Yorkie.

"I have one large cheese pizza and one medium pepperoni," he said in a dull voice which must mean that he had said the same kind of lines millions of times.

I took the two boxes from him and handed him the money. When he looked up at me his eyes widened as he recognised my face, but only to turn into slits moment later.

He turned away and walked down the path only to glare at me before getting in his car. I sighed and closed the door.

Get used to it Bella I told myself as I walked into the living room It's going to be like this all day tomorrow.

We eat in silence, the only sound coming from the television, and the occasional licking of fingers.

After I cleared up I went straight into bed and let the tears escape again, then closed my eyes preparing myself for tomorrow.

----~~~~----

My alarm set off at seven giving me plenty of time to get to school for half past eight.

I took a shower washing my hair and letting the water relax my tensed up muscles, and after I was done I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel securely around my body.

I looked at myself in the mirror; my eyes were rimmed red which showed that I had been crying all night. Which was nothing a bit of eye-liner couldn't fix.

My eyes had dark circles under them from the sleepiness nights of worrying about coming back.

Again nothing some foundation couldn't fix.

I got dressed for the day with consisted of dark wash straight leg jeans, a blue cami and a light grey wash v neck sweater. The cami and sweater hugged my curves, and when I applied my make-up, the eye liner outlined my chocolate brown eyes. I forced myself to smile at myself in the mirror but it didn't reach my eyes.

Glancing out the window I saw for once that it was a clear, and barely sunny day, but I bought my coat (the one which Sophie had bought me) just in case. I mean it was the Washington state for peaks sake.

I skipped breakfast and got into my car, unused to the speed of it, but I managed to get to school in one piece. The last time I had been here was when I was in my freshman year.

I parked in the closest space I could to the school and gave myself a quick once over in the mirror. I smoothed my blow dried hair gave my cheeks a quick pinch and got out the car.

I walked towards the main office with my head down and my iPod in. No one glanced my way as I made my way in. But soon they all would be.

I opened the door and stood into the warm bright office. I put my iPod away and approached the front desk, where the school secretary was sat. She didn't look up as I walked over; she was too busy tapping details into the computer.

I coughed once to get her attention and she unwillingly looked up. Her eyes brightened as she took me in.

"Isabella! How lovely it is to see you again!" She exclaimed, I smiled politely and waited for her to give me my schedule.

I was starting my junior year halfway through, but it didn't really make a difference to me if I was behind or not. Mrs Cope handed me a slip and when I looked at her questionably she replied. I need you to get your teachers to sign it to check that you didn't skip any lessons on your first day." She gave me a look and repressed the urge to sigh. Charlie must have told her that I tended to skive quite a bit in Phoenix.

"Thank you." I said and left the room making way for my first class which was English. By now I was ten minutes late, so the corridors were empty apart from the lockers, so I stood outside the door of the English room, scared to walk in.

Just do it; you have to go in sooner or later. I would rather later, but I still pulled down the handle and stepped into the room.

I kept my eyes on the teacher as I walked in to get my slipped signed. Whispers erupted from the seats as they took me.

"Be quiet!" The teacher told the class and they immediately fell silent, but instead each one of them turned their eyes to shoot daggers at me.

I got my slip signed, and turned around to have a seat. There was one next to my former best friend Jessica, but her glare made it clear that I was not welcome to sit there, so I went and sat by the one on the window.

I kept quiet the whole lesson, enduring the looks people kept giving me, so, most of the time I just stared out of the window, drowning in my own misery.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, I kept my head down, did my work, and heard all of the whispers about me as I walked down the halls- the halls in which I used to walk confidently and happily down those two years ago.

Lunch was the time I was dreading the most, the time in which I couldn't be protected by the teachers from the remarks that will soon come my way.

I pushed open the doors to the cafeteria and all chatter fell away, as everyone turned to look at me.

I kept my eyes forward as I made my way to the food, but I couldn't help but hear the whispers that came from all around me.

My eyes quickly scanned the table in hope for looking for him. Part of me wanted to see him, but a larger part wanted to make me dismiss him away, as part of this was his fault in the first place.

"Do you remember what happened at the party in freshman year?"

"Yeah, Jessica caught them together."

"Apparently they had been doing it for a while."

"I heard that while she was with her mum she was hooked on drugs, so that's why she was sent back."

I ignored all of these but then someone coughed loudly behind me "Slut." I froze in my footsteps, not daring to turn around to see who the culprit was.

But soon everyone was coughing and then chanting things from 'Slut' to 'Junkie' ect...

I turned to see Jessica smile evilly as she sat in the corner surrounded by her friends.

My eyes welled up with tears and I ran out the doors and drove home sobbing the whole way.