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Chapter 1

And So It Begins...

Today has been, without a doubt, one of the craziest days of my life. Unfortunately for me it is nowhere near over. I can't even begin to comprehend what I have gotten myself into. As I run a hand through my now, admittedly oily hair, I catch a glimpse of Charlie giving me a disapproving glare in the rear view mirror. I think of glaring right back, but seeing as how I am now sitting in the back of his police cruiser, I think better of it.

Charlie bailed me out, not Renee, but Charlie. It was Detective Black's call because apparently it will help me overcome my cocaine addiction to have him in my corner. I tore my eyes from Charlie's and begin to plan my next move. That's right, I have to plan because I have made a deal with devil, aka Detective Black. Right now I have no intention of giving him any more reason to get me in trouble.

First thing I need to do when I get back to Forks is contact Newton and get blow. I have to keep up the charade that I am dying for my blow after being locked up all day. This was actually true, but I wasn't allowed to do it any more. It was going to be the hardest part of my release and deal with Black. I have to give up blow and I will be periodically drug tested to ensure I have. Charlie was going to be thrilled, in one day I have gone from simple drug addict to living a double lie. On the positive side I do still get my chronic, it was my one demand from Black if he really wanted me to do this.

Black wanted Newton, but more importantly he wanted his supplier. I know who it is and I have to admit because of Newton I do have an odd relationship with his supplier, the Volturi. After college I moved back to Forks to be closer to Newton and to freeload off my dad for a bit. Within my first week there Newton started bringing me with him to get his supply. I had heard through the gossip that he told everyone we were together. I guess he wanted to show me off or some shit because he asked me to dress up to meet the Volturi's and if I did he would give me some extra blow. At the time it sounded great to me.

After weekly meetings the first 2 months I had been back, I decided I had enough. Quite honestly Aro Volturi, the one who seemed to be in charge, gave me the creeps. He would always stare at me, even when he spoke to Newton. The week I didn't show he threatened Newton that he would cut all ties, thus ending his business if I didn't come back next week. I knew and I knew Newton knew, that meant he would kill him. So Newton needed me and I needed him for my blow. Aro's obsession with me was unnerving, but it also meant I never had to sleep with Newton because I would just threaten not to show to a meeting with Aro.

Until yesterday my life was simple, get up, do some blow, or smoke. Once a week I had to go with Newton to meet Aro and of course I still helped Newton push blow at bars and clubs. The latter was actually my favorite part of our deal. I got to go out with the girls and party. We would always find new customer's in the bathrooms of where we were at. I loved going out with the girls. We would party all night, flirt, get high, drink, dance and have everyone at the club envious of us by the end of the night. It was me, Victoria, Kate, Jessica, and Angela. Of course Tanya and Irina came too but I couldn't stand them. Angela and I were the closest and we would always hang together, she was probably worried where I was. Shit I gotta add call her to my to do list when I get back into Forks.

I looked out my window noticing we were in the Forrest, which meant we were getting closer to Forks. I had to get my head straight. Call Newton, get blow. Call Angela and let her know I was okay- I knew she would call the rest of the girls. Deal with Charlie. At that thought I looked up and he was staring straight ahead. I noticed his grip on the wheel was tight, his knuckles were white. Fuck, what was I gonna do about Charlie.

Charlie had been so angry when he discovered the life I lived. I had been so tired from hiding it from him that I had done lines straight off the kitchen counter one afternoon. He found me in the Kitchen setting up my next line. At first I was afraid he would arrest me, but instead he gave me a quasi intervention. Well, I didn't want any part of that shit and moved out that night. Truthfully he threw me out and told me next time he caught me, he would arrest me.

I was ecstatic! I was free to do as I pleased without having to worry about him finding me too high or have him find my stash. I had a good chunk of change built up from dealing at the club, enough that I could buy my own place on the edge of town. It wasn't anything special, just a two bedroom little cabin-like house surrounded by the Forrest. I loved it. It was private and offered me an escape from the world.

Angela helped me decorate it with hand carved wood furniture we would find at garage and estate sales. We scoured all over the Olympic Peninsula and Seattle to furnish me with an eclectic mix. My favorite piece was my bed. It was king size, made out of beautiful redwood with claws as feet and a nice thick curved headboard. I had it covered in pillows so I could sit comfortably against the headboard to read at night. Plus I had a nice firm mattress with a comfy pillow topper. I smiled remembering how Angela and I had bounced on countless mattress to find the perfect ones. We were high and it was every kids dream. I had also splurged on 1500 thread count blood red Egyptian sheets. I sighed, thank god I owned my cabin cause I was not giving it up to do Black's bidding.

I was angry, I was going to miss my cabin. Tonight was going to be shit not doing blow. I was gonna have to make sure I smoked when I went to get my stuff later. Hopefully Charlie would let me go on my own. I started laughing at myself, of course he wasn't going to let me go on my own! Fuck, fuck fuck! Charlie cleared his throat and glared at me through the rear view mirror again.

"Care to share what you find so funny after your arrest today, Isabella?"

"No Charlie, just wondering when I can stop by my place to grab some stuff I'll need at the house?" I inquired, I figure at this point I might as well play nice.

"I'll be coming with you Isabella, we will stop now on the way into town."

"Okay, do you need directions?" I know he has never been and since he was still using my full name I also know I need to soften him up. At this rate I have no idea how this is going to go.

"I know where it is."

Oh. That is news, I didn't even really know that he knew I had bought my own place. Maybe he thinks Newton bought it for me. As we got closer to town I noticed a caravan of moving trucks had been following us since Port Angeles. They just turned down an obviously private road a little near my cabin. I have noticed the road before but have never seen anyone using it. My curiosity was getting the best of me.

"Hey Charlie do you know anything about those moving trucks, someone new in town?" I inquired after a couple minutes of deliberation in my head on whether to ask at all.

"Yeah its the Cullen's. A new family, I guess they must be well off to require the need of that many moving trucks, but I know the head of house is a doctor." He replied.

"Huh, didn't know we needed a new doctor in town." I mused. This seemed to be an okay topic for us so far. I am just glad he stopped staring daggers at me, maybe this arrangement wouldn't be so bad. At least it was only short term.

"He is going to run the hospital. Speaking of doctors Isabella, I set up an appointment for you to see one this evening."

"What! Why the fuck would you do that?!" I saw him cringe at my language and then the daggers were back aiming for me in his eyes. Fuck, I really have an anger problem these days. If I was honest with myself I know it's probably the drugs, but whatever.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you will not use that language with me. I had to bail you out of jail today! Out of jail! You will do as you are told Isabella. You have been running around doing god knows what, all over town long enough!"

I bit my tongue. I didn't need a doctor, but what does Charlie think I do. Obviously a lot more than drugs. For fucks sake I am still a virgin! But I'm not about to declare that to the world, it was already embarrassing enough to admit it to myself as it is. Maybe I can convince him a doctor isn't necessary, I need to give him something. What can I give- I know! Iwill offer to go to rehab. I know he won't take me up on it because he wants to keep an eye on me and he can't do that if I go away to rehab. Plus it will show him I am at least trying, even though its only pretend for me. Okay, deep breath. I ignore his last outburst.

"Charlie I don't need a doctor, I'm fine. How about I go to rehab. Then I can get past this, you know start over. Going to jail today really scared me dad." I had to throw in dad, I had to pull on his heart and at least part of it was true, Detective Black did scare me.

"Oh Isabella, I can't send you to rehab. I want to keep you close to make sure your really do pull through this like I know you can. After we pick up your stuff we will stop by the hospital to see the doctor and set up a kind of in home rehab okay?."

"Dammit dad, I don't need a doctor and I'm not going to the hospital!" Think fast Bella, "I am too embarrassed to go to town, you know everyone is probably talking about me, about us." There that should do it, I know Charlie hates attention as much as me in this small town.

"Fine Isabella, we will compromise. I will have a doctor come to the house tonight." He replied through gritted teeth.

Ugh, can this day get any longer. Charlie started making calls as we pulled up to my cabin. I guess he is sorting out this doctor business, but I am glad for the distraction. It is giving me the opportunity to stuff two blunts in my socks as I pac up some clothes to take to his place. I kept an eye on him in my periphery as he strolled around my place. He kept running his fingers along my furniture and opening random drawers.

I bite my tongue again, I know he is looking for drugs. I also know he will never find any, hell no one would probably ever find any. This is another added benefit of scouring all those garage and estate sales with Angela for home crafted furniture. My furniture was full of secret drawers and hiding places, perfect for multiple stashes of drugs, money and weapons. As soon as the call was over he walks over to my bag I had filled with clothes and pats them down, obviously he's checking them for drugs. Thank god for cold weather and thick socks.

"Isabella, Doctor Cullen will stop by the house tonight to check on you and set up an in-home rehab schedule. You will meet with him everyday the first two weeks and we will go from there. No questions, it is already set up. Let's go, he will be at the house in an hour."

I grab my bag and head back to the cruiser. I will call Newton and Angela once I am in my old room at the house. How the fuck am I supposed to get shit done living with Charlie. I guess I'll have to sneak out once he's asleep. At least he is a heavy sleeper. Looks like I'll be meeting Doctor Cullen tonight. Fuck.