I drifted in and out of sleep as the plane slowly made its way to Seattle, where my eccentric mother was waiting to take me to her home in the freezing cold town of Forks where I was doomed to stay for the entire summer. I hadn't seen her in quite a long time, I was six years old when I last saw her, before she walked out of my life which was 11 years ago. It still hurt, the feeling of rejection that cut through me is just as intense as it was all those years ago. It was left to my dad Charlie and his now-husband Matthew to raise me. They did a good job, two males raising a young girl must have been pretty challenging at times but they did well.

That was the main reason why she left, my dad told me, because when she found out that my dad was gay she felt betrayed, embarrassed and humiliated. So, next thing we all know, she's gone, took all her stuff and just walked out of my life. She never text or called, no birthday or Christmas presents, not even a card. My dad told me she still emailed them sometimes, asking how I was but she never got in contact with me personally which hurt more that I could say.

I wouldn't even be going to Forks if my dad's hadn't booked a summer-long cruise to celebrate their 10-year wedding anniversary and since I couldn't stay at home by myself and there were no other relatives to take me in, I had to go to hers. I'd had a big argument with Charlie over it but as he wouldn't budge from the decision so I'd had no choice but to accept it. Man, I was going to miss not seeing them for a whole summer, it sucked.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by the pilots announcement over the intercom telling us to put our seatbelts on as we'd be landing in Seattle very soon. The feelings of nervousness and apprehension nearly made me throw up. I mean, I hadn't seen her in so long. I had no idea what she'd be like, would she still look the same? Act the same? Or be a total stranger to me? I had absolutely no idea. Plus, there was the one thing I hadn't told her about, my little secret. My dad's had been really supportive when I'd told them, which was no surprise really as they had personal experience with it. I had no idea how my mum would react when I told her. Would she throw me out? Leave me a second time? I had so many questions but no answers. Well, soon that would all change.

As I got of the plane and headed towards the baggage area, I noticed people stood there with signs of different names on. As I grabbed my bright red suitcase, I looked around and saw a sign with my name on it. As I walked in that direction I wasn't really looking where I was going and bumped into what felt like a statue. The first thing I noticed as I grabbed onto them to keep from falling over is their body temperature. They were cold, no... freezing. It made me shiver, but then as I glanced up to apologize, all thought flew out of my head as I took in the beautiful goddess before me. Her eyes caught and held me captive. They were dark swirling pools of pure gold, like the colour of honey. They were beautiful. They were framed by spiky short ink-black hair. She had the cutest button-nose ever, and her full red kissable lips were curved into a smirk as she took in my reaction.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't look where I was going I'm so clumsy sometimes" I babbled with a nervous giggle. I blushed bright red as she grinned wider, obviously finding my embarrassment amusing.

"It's fine, it was my own fault for walking into you. I didn't catch your name?"

Her voice, gosh it was beautiful. Like wind chimes on a windy day. So perfect.

"Bella. Well, Isabella but I prefer Bella. Yourself?" I mumbled out, still embarrassed.

"Alice, Alice Cullen. Isabella? Isn't that Italian for beautiful? My my, what a very fitting name." Her comment made me blush more, and she took a step back, her face suddenly becoming a mask of stone, emotionless.

"Well, beautiful Bella I must be going, but I am sure we will see each other again very soon." She gave me a small grin and danced off, disappearing into the crowd, gone in an instant. I shook my head over the strange abrupt ending of the conversation, then carried on walking over to where a very impatient man stood waiting. He was huge, 6ft at least, and looked to weigh at least 300 pounds, with bulging muscles. But that all went away by the irritatable look on his face, he had small beady black eyes and shaggy brown hair. He glowered at me.

"Who are you? Where is my mother?"

He just scowled deeper, then motioned for mne to follow him. With a glare at his back, I reluctantly did. He led me to a large black Range Rover that was parked out front. As I got into the backseat he sat in the drivers seat after storing my suitcase into the boot. Just before he started driving, he said:

"Your mother is at work. I am your step-father. You will see her later, now be quiet whilst I'm driving." His voice was deep, full of irritation. He really didn't sound happy.

As I sat back and got comfy for the long silent car ride home, my thoughts kept drifting to the girl with the honey coloured eyes...

A/N: So that's the first chapter up, opinions? Thanksī¸