Isabella Cullen.

5 o'clock was the time on my hot pink glow in the dark alarm clock. It was cold, we'd been in fork's for almost a month and I still wasn't used to the cold mornings. Thank god my parents bought heating blankets after we moved here.

At times I felt bad that they uprooted their lives in Miami all because I ran away to find my biological parents. Dad and I were always close, he was my daddy and I was his little girl but since we officially moved to Fork's it was like he was distancing himself from me.

Punishing me for making him give up his practice in Miami and for making Mom give up her job that she loved for me. All because I wanted to get to know the people responsible for brining me into the world but not loving me enough to keep me.

I was 12 when I found out that I was adopted, I had found out accidently though. I had to make a photo album filled with events throughout my life and write a small biography about it. Mom kept the best pictures in her office in an old shoe box she'd decorated when she was my age, I was going through the photos and found a picture of me with a woman named Renee.

It was obvious that she'd just given birth and I knew the baby in her arms was me because there was a picture of me in the hospital cot sitting on my mothers desk. At first I was in denial but then I found a letter from Renee asking her to look after her baby and love it as she would have loved me.

I made the album and gave it to Mom for her birthday which was only a week after the project was meant to be handed in. I didn't question them about the woman in the picture but then one of my dad's old friends from college came to visit with his family and I over heard them talking when I was getting a drink before I went to bed.

"Isabella's a beautiful girl." Uncle Aro commented.

"She is." I could just picture my dad smiling proudly at this fact.

"She looks a lot like Charlie, Carlisle." Aro replied hesitantly. "Does she know about them?"

When my father answered he had a slight edge to his voice. I knew this voice, he used it whenever he wanted someone to drop the subject. "She's our daughter, Aro."

"I didn't say she wasn't."

Dad sighed. "She doesn't know anything about Charlie or Renee, I hope she never does."

"Carlisle." Aro sighed and I heard the sound of him slapping his back. "Charlie was your best friend, they gave you the most amazing gift anyone can give. They gave you a daughter. When was the last time you spoke to them?"

"Bella's 6th birthday, Esme sent Renee pictures of Bella and a DVD with footage of Bella's first steps, first words, her first day of school and her performance at her talent show. Charlie called and thanked us but that was the last we heard from them. He never wanted kids, Aro."

"Bella what are you doing out of bed?"

I jumped and spun around almost dropping my glass.

"Bella?" I heard dad call before he walked into the hall.

I gave them my best innocent smile. "I was just a drink, I wanted to say goodnight to daddy."

Mom smiled running her hand through my hair. "Well say goodnight and get your bum up to bed, I don't want to have to drag you out of bed tomorrow when we go to the country club."

I smiled and turned to daddy. "Night daddy, I love you."

He smiled cupping my face in his hands as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Want me to tuck you in, pumpkin?"

I laughed shaking my head. "I'm 12, dad."

"Your still my little girl."

"Always." I said wrapping my arms around his waist closing my eyes against the tears that wanted to fall at what I had just heard. "Night Mom." I said before heading to the stairs. "Night Uncle Aro!" I called at the top of the stairs.

"Night Isabella, sleep well."

I ran to my room shutting the door behind me as I fell to the floor in shock. What had I just heard? There had to be an explanation. Lately I had began to take more notice how different I was compared to my parents.

Dad was 6 feet tall with light almost white blonde perfect hair with the bluest eyes. Mom was about 5 and a half feet tall, she had wavy caramel hair with dazzling light brown eyes. Even though we both had brown eyes they were different. Mine was dark like rich chocolate and my hair was just as dark and rich and my hair was wavy and never did what I wanted. When I was little I had curly hair and it looked like an afro.

After that weekend with Uncle Aro I started to dig into my parents past. If this Charlie guy was dad's best friend then he had to have photos somewhere, and if he had called after my 6th birthday then dad's most likely got that number somewhere along with an address.

One day when dad was at work and Mom was in the garden I snuck into dad's office and began going through his thing's. I never went through peoples stuff but somehow it felt natural like I was naturally gifted at snooping through peoples things.

I giggled to myself before I tripped and accidently knocked a pile of dad's books off his desk. I dropped down picking them up and as I was placing them on his desk I saw a picture sticking out from between the pages of some little black book. I grabbed the book opening it, the book was actually an address book and it looked like I hit the jackpot.

13 Forest Street, Washington DC Fork's.
Charlie and Renee Swan.
424-555-393.

I pulled out my cell phone and wrote down the address and phone number before I heard my Mom calling from downstairs. I was just about to shut the book and leave before I saw the picture. It was a picture of my parents with a man with brown curly hair and brown eyes with a heavily pregnant woman with blonde hair and hazel coloured eyes.

"Bella?" My mother called again.

"Be right there." I yelled flipping the picture over. Charlie, Renee, Esme and Carlisle. I put the picture back and closed the book running out of the office closing the door gently behind me.

"Were you just in your fathers office?" Mom asked pulling off her garden gloves.

"Yeah, I took off my heart ring yesterday and I thought maybe I'd left it in the office while I was doing my homework yesterday." I lied swiftly. "Did you need something?"

She stared at me for a moment and for a second I thought she knew I was lying. "I was going to make some lunch, chicken salad, would you like it on a sandwich or in a bowl?" She asked taking my hand in hers swinging it between us as we headed to the kitchen.

"Sandwich please." I grinned as she pulled me into her side. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you more then anything else in the whole world, Bella." Mom said hugging me tightly to her side as she kissed the top of my head. "You can talk to me about anything, you know that right."

I sighed taking a seat at the kitchen island. "I know."

"I'm worried about you, Bella. Is everything okay?" She asked not dropping it.

"Everything is fine." I lied not really sure if I asked her about being adopted if she'd tell me the truth. Had anything they ever told me been the truth?

3 years later I finally decided I wanted answers and so I left in the middle of the night leaving a note on my bed for my parents telling them not to worry about and that I'd call them soon. I paid cash for a plane ticket to Fork's and when I got there I was a little surprised at how green it was.

I got a taxi to Charlie and Renee's and when the taxi driver pulled up I wondered if I'd made the right decision. Knowing I couldn't back out I walked up to the front door and knocked, the door was opened by a beautiful woman. The same woman from the photo only she was older now.

"Can I help you?" She asked sweetly tucking her hair behind her ear, it was up in a messy bun and she looked like she was working over a hot stove.

"Are you Renee Swan?"

She nodded still smiling. "I am, and you are?"

"I- I'm your daughter." I blurted out causing her eyes to widen. "I'm Bella Cullen..."

"Isabella..." She whispered the smile dropping from her face as her eyes widened as her eyes moved up and down my body. Before her eyes met mine and they were filled with tears. "Your even more beautiful in person, come inside dear you'll catch a cold out there."

I stepped into the little house and she took my backpack. She gestured for me to follow her into the kitchen which was painted yellow and white, bright and happy like a constant ray of sunshine in a little town that barely saw the sun.

"This is cute." I smiled looking at the cabinet filled with little ornaments.

"Their my mothers, she collected them." Renee explained handing me a cup of coco. "Do you like coco?"

"I love it." I smiled at her when I saw the two marshmallows on top.

"Me too." Renee said making another one for herself. "So... Carlisle and Esme told you about us."

"Not exactly." I said taking a seat at the table avoiding her eyes.

She was quite for a moment. "Do they know your here?"

"No."

"Isabella please don't tell me you came here without telling anybody where you were going." Renee said taking a seat across from me. "Your mother must be going out of her mind! I have to call her and tell her your okay."

"Wait." I cried out when she began to dial a number into her phone. "I just wanted to know who you were, to know where I come from. They don't know that I know, they've lied to me my whole life telling me I was their daughter."

"Oh honey." Renee said taking my hands in hers. "You are their daughter." Renee said but held up her hand when I began to speak. "I may have given birth to you but your mother- Esme- raised you, she was there in the middle of the night when you were hungry, she rocked you to sleep and sang you lullabies. She was there from the start, she's your mother Isabella."

"She lied to me, and so did my father." I whispered fighting the tears as I asked the one question that I had been asking since I found out. "Why didn't you want me?"

"It's not a matter of wanting you, but what was best for you. I was 18 years old, I was just finishing high school." Renee said with her own tears. "Charlie was 21 and just starting his career as a police officer, he didn't want children and I was to young so we agreed to put you up for adoption once you were born. Charlie heard that your parents were trying to adopt and suggested we meet them. I met your parents and I knew they were the perfect match for our little girl."

"How'd you know?" I asked wiping my tears away.

"I just knew." She smiled touching her flat stomach. "The day I met your mother was the first time I felt you kick. I remember because she had her hand right here and was talking to you and her eyes grew so big and she started crying. I said to her 'she knows the sound of her mommy's voice' knowing in that moment that God had picked me to be the one to bring you into this world to be her daughter. I gave birth to you Isabella but I'm not your mother, your mother is at home sitting in your bedroom crying with worry wondering if your okay."

I nodded biting my lip. "I thought maybe you didn't want me."

"I wasn't ready to be a Mom at 18 and honestly I'm not sure I will ever be. I have a lot of regrets Isabella but you are not one of them, I know in my heart that I did the right thing. Now I'm going to call your mother and I'm going to tell her your okay."

I nodded smiling nervously. "I'm so grounded."

That was a few months ago, after we got home to Miami thing's were different. The secret was out about my adoption and I wish I could say it didn't change much. It changed everything, I talked to Renee every night about everything and nothing. I'd speak to Charlie briefly, he wasn't much of a talker unless you were right in front of him.

For my 16th birthday instead of going to Tokyo for a weekend I asked if we could go to Fork's. Dad outright refused at first but after Mom spoke to him he relented and agreed. So I spent my 16th birthday with Charlie, Renee, Mom and Dad.

I really liked Fork's which surprised me because I wasn't often drawn to the cold or wet places. Mom and Dad not wanting to run the risk of me 'running away' again decided we should move to Fork's so I could get to know them. I might have dropped a few hints but they brought it up.

When my alarm clock went off telling me I had to get ready for school I pulled myself from the comfort of my bed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Usually I had a shower and made myself look more alive but it was just to cold.

I walked into the kitchen as Mom was placing pancakes in front of my father. "Morning, honey." Mom greeted as she saw me. "You look like hell warmed up."

"If hells heater is better then the one in my room sign me up." I said taking a seat beside dad at the breakfast table. "Morning daddy."

"Morning, sweetheart." He said never lifting his eyes from his newspaper.

I sighed and thanked Mom when she put a plate in front of me. Dad didn't read the paper in the mornings, but it was a new habit he picked up so he wouldn't have to talk to me. And like clock work not even being in the same room as me for more then 5 minutes he gets up and kisses my forehead and Mom's and he's off to work.

"Dad." I call just as he's ready to leave. He looks back at me and I see that pained look in his eyes. I lose my nerve and give him his favourite smile which just makes him look sadder. "Have a good first day, Daddy."

"You to." Was all he said before he walked out of the kitchen and out the front door.

I sighed resting my chin on my hand as I pushed the fruit salad around on my plate. "I need to go get ready, I have three job interviews with the real estate companies in Seattle." Mom said kissing my forehead before she left too.

I couldn't stop the tears that fell from my eyes when she left. I must've been sitting there for awhile because when she came back in she was ready. "Bella- honey what's wrong?" Mom asked running to my side.

I was sobbed in her arms. "H-he hates me!"

"Who?" Mom asked turning me to her and wiping my cheeks. "Honey I can't handstand a word your saying, who hates you, please tell me what's wrong."

"Daddy!" I cried looking up at her. "He can't even stand to be in the same room as me for more then five minutes, he hates me because I know about Charlie and Renee. He hates me because I'm the reason he gave up his practice in Miami and you have to look for a new job."

"Your father doesn't hate you." Mom said raising my face to look at her. "Your father loves you more then anything else in this world. Your his little girl."

"Then why is he giving me the cold shoulder?" I asked hiccuping, I wiped my sweater sleeves over my cheeks wiping away my tears knowing I looked like a mess.

"He's not." Mom said taking a seat beside me. "Go for a shower and get ready for school, your going to be late if you don't leave soon."

I sighed knowing she was right. "Okay."

"Hey." Mom said catching my hand as I began to stand up and walk out of the kitchen. She pulled me back into her arms kissing my forehead as she held me to her. "Your father loves you." She repeated before looking down at me. I was almost as tall as she was. "Never doubt that."

I nodded kissing her cheek. "I love you, mommy."

"I love you more." She whispered letting go of my hand as I ran up to my room for a shower.

When I got out of the shower and I got ready for school. I stood in front of the mirror and told myself that I wouldn't let this pull me down. I would go to school with a smile on my face and make new friends and make plans for the weekend.

And I did just that, right off the bat I recognised Jasper. We'd met over the break while Mom was putting the house together for us to move into officially. He introduced me to Charlotte who was out right flirting with me.

She was a pretty girl, she had black hair and green eyes and her whole outfit just screamed Dyke. She wore black skinny jeans, some punk band T-shirt with a leather jacket and the boots she was wearing had a heap of buckles on them causing them to jingled every time she walked. She'd been called away by some teacher and said we'd catch up later. I had no doubt she'd find me.

After that I got my class schedule and found my locker, which is where I met Edward when I fell on my ass right in front of him. Story of my life. Edward was super cute and really kind, I'd seen him and Jasper pretending not to check each other out as I was walking down the hall.

From there Edward and I went to class where I rambled on about Charlotte. But I doubted he even heard a single word I said, he was to busy staring at Jasper with unmistakable longing. I was just about to ask him about his weekend plans during lunch when some bitch walked over to our table dragging him out of the cafeteria.

After that I had lunch with Jasper and his friends, they all thought he was homophobic yet none of them had actually taken the time to get to know him to make that judgement. I knew Jasper was thrilled when I told him that Edward couldn't take his eyes off of him during class.

I promised myself that I would do anything to get them together. I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car pulling out my phone to call Edward to talk about the weekend.

"Bella." My father called out just as I put the phone to my ear. I looked up at him and hung up before it began to ring.

"Hey Daddy, what are you doing home?" I asked slipping my phone into my pocket.

He stood from the steps as I walked over to him. "Your mother dropped by the hospital..."

"Oh..." I said suddenly knowing exactly why he was home. "Dad..."

"I love you, Isabella." Dad said cutting me off stepping forward and taking my face in his hand. "Your my little girl, always, I could never hate you for wanting to know your real parents..."

"Dad." I said cutting him off. "You and Mom are my real parents, Charlie and Renee will always just be Charlie and Renee. Yes I wanted to know them but only because I was curious about what they were like and if I was anything like them. I love them, I do, their great people. But your my daddy, I'll always be your little girl, oneday when I get married it won't be Charlie giving me away it'll be you."

Dad had tears in his eyes as he pulled me into his arms. "I'm so sorry, honey. I never meant to make you feel like I didn't love you."

"I'm sorry too." I whispered hugging him back tightly.

He sighed and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Isabella Cullen."

I gave him his favourite smile. "I love you too, Daddy."

He chuckled pulling back smiling down at me. "I miss the days when our biggest problem was if you'd watch Snow White or Cinderella."

I smiled looking up at him. "Do you have to go to work?"

"My boss was quite scared of your mother so he gave me the day to fix things with you." He chuckled as we turned and walked into the house. "Why?"

"Snow White or Cinderella?" I asked looking up at him raising an eyebrow. "I'll pick the movie and you get the popcorn?"

He chuckled and nodded his head. "Deal."

30 minutes later Dad and I were curled up on the couch watching Cinderella and eating popcorn. After the movie finished I turned to dad who was smiling at me. "What?"

"We should do something this weekend, just you and me." I must've made a face because he was back tracking. "Or not, I mean it's okay-"

"No, no it's not that I don't want too it's just that I sorta already made plans." I explained hesitantly. "See my new friend Charlotte invited me over to a sleep over she's having on the weekend, and I said I'd ask about it and get back to her."

"Oh." Dad said before chuckling to himself. "Sorry I guess I got a little overzealous."

I giggled shaking my head. "Don't use that word! I hate it!" I sighed and looked up at him. "Maybe we can do something next weekend, maybe go see a movie in Seattle or even just go out to dinner."

"I'd like that." Dad smiled pulling me into his side. "I love you pumpkin."

I smiled at how he'd reverted back to my childhood nickname. "I love you too."

Mom got home a little after that with dinner, we ate on the couch watching movies before I went off to my room to shower and get ready for bed. It was still early so I called Edward while I laid on my bed doing homework.

"Hello?" Edward sounded bored out of his mind.

"Hey Eddie." I greeted through the phone. "Just wanted to make sure you were still one of the living after your 'girlfriend' dragged you off."

"Ex-girlfriend, and I'm so sorry about that." Edward apologised. "Did you end up eating alone?"

"No actually, I had lunch with Charlotte and her friends." I explained. "Jasper invited me to this thing at his place on the weekend, I don't really want to go on my own and I was thinking since we were friends maybe you could come with me?"

Okay so I was playing dirty, so what.

"To Jasper Whitlock's place?" Edward asked hesitantly his voice just above a whisper. "Um- I don't know Bella, my parents aren't exactly fans of him and his circle of friends."

"Would they have to know you were going to his place?" I asked planting the seed. "You could tell them your going to the city with some friends and you'll be back Saturday night or Sunday morning if you'd prefer."

"Have you asked your parents about it?"

"Yeah, my dad said it was okay. I told him I was having a sleep over at Charlotte's, I doubt he'd let me sleep over anywhere if he knew boys would be there straight gay or bi." I explained biting down on my lip. "Please Edward, it'd mean a lot if you came with me."

"Okay, I'll ask but I can't make any promises." He warned me before he changed the subject. "So what have you been doing this afternoon?"

"I've been hanging out with my daddy." I giggled knowing I sounded like such a daddy's girl. Which I guess I was. "We watched Cinderella and ate popcorn, and when Mom got home we watched Snow White and ate Chinese."

"A fan of the Disney Classic's are we?"

"Guilty." I laughed closing my workbook. "Thing's between my Dad and I have been strained since I found out about Charlie and Renee, I sorta had a mini meltdown this morning after he left for work and my Mom went to the hospital and scared his boss into letting him start tomorrow."

Edward laughed on the other end. "So how are thing's now that you've watched Cinderella?"

"Better." I smiled not able to help myself. "Hopefully we can move on from our hiccup and finally make a life for ourselves here. Besides Charlie and Renee I really do like it, the people are nice and the woods are beautiful."

He hummed in agreement. "Hey, do you think you could pick me up for school tomorrow? My dad's car is in the shop and he's taking my car to work, I don't really want him to drop me off and taking the bus is just depressing."

"Sure thing, what time do you want to get to school?"

"Anytime, as long as I have plenty of time to get my books and be in class before the bell rings. I hate being late for class, it annoys me to no end." He explained before a woman called him for something. "I have to go, I'll text you my address."

"Kay, see you in the morning." I said before hanging up putting my phone on the charger next to my bed, I threw the books on the floor turned off the lights and crawled under my blanket.