Isabella impatiently slurped her ginger ale. She needed something stronger. When she'd asked the flight stewardess for one of those mini bottles of vodka, she had laughed in her face. Great, not only was she being shipped off to a godforsaken little nobody town but she was also denied hard liquor to smooth the process. She looked over at the menopausal women beside her. Normally Isabella would have been sleeping on the flight but the goddam women wouldn't stop sobbing. Her eye makeup was running down her face and she was curled up in the fetal position propped against the window. Suddenly Isabella had an idea.

"Um, are you alright Miss?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh don't worry about me dear," the old crone sniffled. "I'll be alright."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Isabella asked in her best attempt to be nurturing.

"It was my husband. He ah…" she sniffled some more and continued; "He cheated on me."

"Oh no you poor thing!" Isabella exclaimed with false sympathy.

"I always knew he wasn't faithful," she wailed. "I just never wanted to believe it."

"So how did you find out?" Isabella pushed.

"Last night I caught him and his slutty secretary!" she shrieked. She looked around cautiously and calmed down. "I'm sorry dear, that is a nasty word and I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"Oh don't worry," Isabella cooed. "I've heard worse. So why are you going to Washington?"

"My sister offered to put me up when I told her what happened," she explained.

"That was nice of her," Isabella noted softly. The hysteric women nodded and smiled. "You know what would really help you?" She said with confidence in her words.

"What?" the women asked interested.

"Some vodka."

"Vodka?" the woman asked.

"Oh yes, Vodka," Isabella nodded. "It'll help you forget all about this."

"That would be nice…" the women said thoughtfully.

"Of course it would. And do you know what?" Isabella questioned.

"What?" she asked again.

"You could order a couple of those little bottles and make a celebration of it."

"A celebration," she repeated dreamily and smiled. "Ok, why not?"

"Great," Isabella grinned, mostly to herself.

A flight stewardess walked by and the fooled old crone flagged her down. "Um excuse me Miss?" she asked.

"Yes is there something you would like?" the flight stewardess asked in sugary compliance.

"Six bottles of vodka please."

"Um Miss," she answered concerned. "That exceeds the limit of air safety regulations."

"My husband just cheated on me with his twenty-something secretary."

The stewardess smiled. "I'll get those for you right now."

And as promised, six mini bottles of vodka arrived promptly. The poor old crusty cheat-ee passed out after two bottles, choking on her sobs in her sleep. Isabella of course was then treated to a happiness buffet of four bottles of vodka. After two or three bottles she forgot about the stupid little town of Forks. As she downed the fourth, the captain came on the speaker system announcing our arrival. It was bliss, to not have to think about anything. Her mind skipped around to random subjects keeping her preoccupied as they were descending.

"Thank you Ladies and Gentleman for flying with JetBlue." The Captain announced over the speaker. It occurred to her then that they had landed.

Everyone rose and got their things out of the overhang departments. She stood up and the plane started spinning. She wobbled around a bit then caught my balance. Perhaps she should have been drinking earlier on in the flight. She removed my bag from the overhang and glanced over at the drunken woman. She was snoring lightly and sniffling every so often. Isabella contemplated waking her up but decided against it. She thought it would be funny for the air stewardess to do it herself.

Isabella walked out of the plane and into the terminal. After getting through customs and security and all that crap, she picked up her luggage and entered the arrivals area. There stood Charlie, smiling up at her. He hadn't changed a bit since the last time she saw him which was a while ago; she couldn't remember when. She walked over to him and he gave her an awkward hug.

"Hey Bells," he grinned, calling me her childhood nickname.

"Hey Ch- dad" She smiled back, pleased that sje was able to stop myself from calling him Charlie in her drunken haze.

"Are you ok?" he asked. She hoped he couldn't smell her breath. It reeked of vodka.

"Yeah, a little out of it because of the plane ride I guess." She answered nonchalant.

"Ok," he answered cautiously still keeping his quizzical eyes on her face. "You need help with those bags?"

"Yeah sure," She smiled politely.

She attempted to give him her bags but stumbled in the process.

"Bells…" he sighed in a authority ridden voice.

"Yes dad?" She asked innocently.

"Have you been drinking?" He asked pronouncing each syllable.

"No."

"Is that so?" He asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Let me smell your breath." He challenged.

"What?" She exclaimed outraged by his persistence. Renee was never this through. "No."

He gave her a look and she rolled my eyes. She breathed in his face and he gave her a stern look. "You're drunk."

"Am not!" She shrieked. Oh yeah, that was convincing, she thought.

"You're grounded. One month Bella. You go to school then you come home, nothing else. Got it?" He demanded.

"What? No way!" It was unnerving how this guy suddenly decided to play the dad card after all these years and grounded her within two minutes of her being in his care.

"Sorry Bells but that's the way it has to be." He shook his head. "Your mother sent you here to help you and I see she wasn't exaggerating about your situation. So try to be good, not for me but for your mother."

"Fine," She said grudgingly. She was clearly pouting but this situation was not fair. She wasn't about to make it easier for Charlie.

"Now let's get you in the car and back home." He said taking her bags and leading her outside.

For fuck's sake, he took the police cruiser, she thought. Charlie trudged over to it carrying my bags and popped open the trunk. As if she didn't have enough bad memories in the back of a police cruiser, Charlie seemed adamant about adding more. She climbed into the back seat and got comfortable. Charlie got in the drivers side and buckled up.

"You know you can sit up here if you want," he offered.

"I know."

"Well, buckle up," he said as he put the car into gear. She didn't.

"You know Bells, you might like it here." he said hopefully. Ha, fat chance, she thought bitterly.

She sat back and let myself resign to a state of alcohol induced lethargy.

A/N: Hope you liked the latest chapter of my story. And do not fret, the Cullens will be making their debut soon… oh and I would love that if in your review you said if you wanted the Cullens to be human or vampire. Thanks.