***Bella***

Well, I was in Forks. It wasn't exactly pretty but Phil wasn't here so as far as I was concerned Forks was paradise. When I got here last week Charlie made it pretty clear I wasn't actually wanted here.

-one week ago-

'' Bella this is your new home. You probably don't remember it much since you left here so young, but I'm told it hasn't changed much. Here's my card if you need anything and don't worry everything will be fine. You have a loving father waiting impatiently for you in there and a loving step-father waiting impatiently back in Arizona to see you again. You should see some of the cases I have to deal with, some kids have to live in horrible places because no one from their families can take care of them. You have two loving dads, you lucky girl! Now go on in before I steel your smooth-talking daddy-cop.'' Sure, I have two loving dads. One loves me so much it took my mother dying for him to actually want to see me again and the other is some sick psycho who likes to fuck me till I bleed. I grabbed my bags and walked up to the house.

I did have some memories left of this place. I remember the front door shutting as my mother begged not to be thrown out of the house. I remember the hope in her eyes when it opened again but quickly change when I was thrown out after. I remember the yard and sleeping in it when I would do something wrong, like crying when I got hurt 'stupid fucking kid. If it had been a boy maybe it would have been able to walk without tripping everywhere.' I remember wanting to touch the wooden marching men and having my arm broken when he pushed me down the stairs when I actually did touch one of them.I grabbed my little marching man and remembered the good memories from this place before I walked in. I remembered that I didn't know Phil when I was here. I remembered that when I went to bed I didn't have to lock my door. I remembered that if I followed the rules and stayed out of the way I was left alone. I hoped to make more good memories like this. I pushed the door opened and walked in.

'' you were supposed to be here an hour ago.''

'' There was traffic coming in from the airport. ''

'' Do I look like I fucking care? When's your birthday again? Don't actually care just know that whenever it is you can live here till your 18th then its out you go. You can pay for your own shit if you need shit. I don't want you doing no whoring around, I'm the police chief and I can't have my kid acting like her whore of a mother. I don't want to see any of your shit around the house. No whore stuff in my bathroom. I expect supper every night when I get home. I'm not here on the weekends so don't make supper then. Don't want you wasting food. My uniform has to be clean and ironed before I leave for work. Keep this place clean. Beer always in the fridge. You go to school, healthy or sick. Stay out of my way. Your rooms upstairs on the left. Questions? I don't care figure it out. I already ate today. School starts tomorrow.''

Well what a welcome home speech. He didn't even look at me as he said it. I walked up the stairs and to the left. I opened the door to my room and saw that it had been turned into a storage type room. There was bed, but it was covered in boxes. I started clearing the boxes of the bed. If I put them all in the corner and threw a sheet over it, maybe put some candles or some other decoration shit on it, it wouldn't look so bad. I put them all in the corner, threw the sheet over it and well it still looked like shit. Whatever, it filled the room. It's not like I had my own stuff to put in here anyways. I opened the drawers and lo and behold they were full. I just needed one maybe two drawers so if I squished everything into the two bottom one's I would have more than enough room. Well I was done unpacking. That took all of 15 minutes, including moving all the boxes to the corner. That was that.

-Present -

Apparently, my mourning period was over, so I got to start school… in the middle of the semester in the middle of junior year. Great. At least everyone would already have groups of friends, I won't have to try too hard to avoid people trying to be my friend. I put on my favorite grey hoodie, painted dark black circle around my eyes, people tended to avoid me more when I did that, and I grabbed my school bag. I listened to see if Charlie was still home. I learnt that when he said, 'stay out of my way' he meant he didn't want to see me, ever. I was fine with that especially since I learnt that when he did see me he had one hell of a quick hand.

I was actually glad I was with him, the difference between him and Phil was that Charlie didn't come looking for me if I avoided him, he also didn't like all of me which was different than Phil who liked my screams, my blood and my body when it was under him. I could get used to this life in Forks. There was no sound coming from downstairs, so I assumed Charlie was gone for work.

Charlie was the chief of police here in Forks. He was a hard-working citizen, who showed his devotion to his town. The few times I had gone into town this passed week no one was shy to tell me about how my papa the chief had single handedly run drugs and crime out of town. He was one loved man. What a load of shit. I read the papers, apparently four years ago trouble just up and left this town. One morning there was a town whore, a town druggy, a town dealer, a town everything and then the next morning no more crime. All gone never to be seen or heard from again. No way that good for nothing man had anything to do about it. But the town loved him for it anyway. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and got out of the house. It was raining, again. It seemed like all it did here was rain. I pulled my hoodie up and started my long walk to school.

***Edward***

These two idiots were getting on my last nerve. I don't even know who they belong to, but there not mine.

'' So, you see, if you lend us the money for this new club, it could serve as a front for your dealings. You would have VIP access to all the girls from the front and you could use the club as a way to launder your money. So, you see sir it would be a win-win situa- '' My knife landed smack in the middle of his throat. I could see the blood bubbling out around my knife. I couldn't stop myself from going to touch it. To feel the last warmth this man had ever had slowly leave his body. His blood felt like silk in my hand. I took the knife out and more blood ran down his body and onto my chair. I had really liked that chair, now it would stain, I would have to get rid of its twin too since they were a pair. I looked over sadly at said twin chair… and shit I forgot the guy came with a friend. Silly me.

'' what was the first thing I told you guys when you came in?'' the guy was just sitting there looking terrified. I hated when they didn't answer. I pointed the knife I had thrown at his partners neck to him.

'' Fine, I'll remind you. I told you not to call me sir. It makes me feel icky and old. Anyways, you guys… well I guess it's just you now. '' I just killed his partner. That made me laugh for a solid minute.

'' You get it. It's just you cuz I killed your buddy. Hahahahahahahaha. It's so funny cuz you guys just came in here together and asking for money together and he threw the pitch. You never spoke once and you get to leave with all the money and your life when he's dead. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say he got the shitty end out this business deal. Wouldn't you?'' Again, with the silence. He didn't even find this a bit amusing. He didn't even say thank you that I was letting him open his shitty club.

'' Ok. Now listen up. I don't like being ignored. It's rude and frankly quite mean. I just told you I was giving you the money and the ok to start your club and I get silence in return. That's not a show of good manners. What would your mother say? Now I've killed for better manners, but I want this club so if you apologize and mean it, I might forgive you.''

'' I'm s…sorry si- I mean Edward. Thank you, Edward.'' The groveling. I rolled my eyes I hated when I was playing nice and they still acted like I was crazy. I just agreed to give him millions of dollars to start his club. Jasper would be proud of me. I was playing nice even if it wasn't for something I wanted for myself.

'' Get out. I agreed to play nice for a friend of mine so get out before I decide I don't want to anymore.'' The guy ran out so fast I would bet on him if he ever went to the Olympics. I called Emmett. I needed new chairs.

'' I need new chairs. A twin set.''

'' Didn't you just get a new set like yesterday?'' always with the questions this one.

'' Ye well now I need new ones. If you're with Jasper tell him I played nice.'' I could here Jasper in the background mumbling that if had played nice I wouldn't need new chairs. Why weren't these guys dead yet? Better yet why were they my friends again? Probably cuz Emmett was there with me when I found my dead mother in my room and didn't go running away when I took the knife and stabbed her a couple times. Emmett knew I wasn't right in the head back then, but he still stuck with me, so I guess he gets points for that. Jasper should have been dead years ago when I found him in bed with my baby sister but noo… apparently, she loved him even though he was years older and he would be a good friend to me… just cuz she was right 4 years ago about him being a good friend didn't I wouldn't kill him the second he hurt her.

'' Edward? Are you even listening to me?''

'' yes.'' Even I didn't believe that lie.

'' ok, ye, sure and I've never killed for pussy.''

'' I was just thinking about why I don't kill you and Jasper for things I kill other people for.''

'' love you too Edward. I was saying that we'll get you new chairs but chairs that can be washed. That way when you kill a dude for sneezing, we don't have to buy new ones.''

'' I didn't kill that guy for sneezing. The guy sneezed without covering his mouth. He spit all over my desk. I don't know one sane person who wouldn't have opposed to that."

'' Edward there's opposing and ripping out someone's eye and shoving a pencil in the socket…''

'' Whatever. Today there were two of them and I let one go plus I gave him the money for his club.''

'' Good job. I guess… Jasper wants to know if you're picking up Alice from school today or he will. Her car is still at the mechanics.''

'' Why is her car still there? Weren't you supposed to go get it earlier?''

'' That hot blond mechanic wasn't working so I'm going to get it later when she is.''

'' I thought you never fucked the same cunt twice? I have to stay in town for the week. I'm gonna crash here so he can go get her. There's been some shit going on with the girls, I'll hang around for a bit, kill a few guys see who's been messing with my property. Tell Alice I'll be back by Thursday, she'll have the house to herself till then.''

'' Need me to come down to Seattle for a bit? I could help with the girls if you know what I mean.''

'' As long as someone stays in Forks with Alice I don't mind.'' I could hear Emmett mumble something about me not getting what he means before I hung up. I'm not stupid. I knew he meant fuck them, the difference is that I don't care what he means not that I don't get what he means.

*** Bella***

So much for scaring people away with my makeup. By the time I had gotten to school it had run down my face and I just looked like a drowned kitten. I could hear the snickers from some of the girls, rumors ha already started that I was some sad emo girl that cut herself because my mother killed herself. The only true part was that my mom had killed herself. It wasn't even lunch yet and I had a whole fake story surrounding me.

Apparently my mother ran away with me to join a cult when I was 4 years old, this cult had planned a mass suicide but we had missed it so my mother killed herself forgetting about me, leaving me to go back to my father who loved me so much he convinced me not to kill myself but the urge was too much so I cut myself to numb the pain… whoever came up with that should take creative writing as an elective they would get great grades.

One girl had tried to be nice to me but when she saw that I didn't want anything to do with her she understood and left. I could like her, she was in some of my classes her name was Angela. From what I gathered, she was the pastors' daughter, she was nice to everyone, but she mostly stayed by herself or with her boyfriend Ben. I had English class next, I think Angela was in that class too. I'd try and sit next to her, that way everyone else would leave me alone. When I got to the class I didn't see Angela and I didn't know where she would sit so I sat in the seat closest to the door, so I could leave as soon as the class ended. Right before second bell rang some over hyper girl sat down in the seat next to mine. I could feel the energy coming off her.

'' Hi! I'm Alice. You must be new here because no one ever sits near me if they can help it, let alone sit in my place. But don't worry you can sit there. It's just the place I always sit at. My brother always tells me to sit near the door, so I can get out fast if anything happens. But my boyfriend tells me to sit at the back, so no one can see me. I've known my brother longest which is why I usually sit near the door. You know brother knows best! Hahaha, I just love that movie mother knows best. Do you know it? It's from the 90's. My older brother is actually my half-brother, we share the same dad but not the same mom. Do you have any siblings?'' Who was this girl. I don't even think she took a breath during that whole speech. I didn't want to give her any ideas about friendship, so I just nodded at her and opened my notebook.

'' Oh, I guess you've heard about me already. It's okay if you want to switch place. I won't mind. I have to stay near the door though. So, if you don't want to sit near me you're the one that's going to have to move.'' She looked so sad. She looked like I had kicked her puppy. I knew the look in her eyes. It was a look I had in mine at one point. It was the look of someone that wanted to be wanted.

'' Hi, I'm Bella.'' Those three little words seemed to bring out such joy in her eyes, I actually envied her for a bit. I'm glad I could bring her something before it was too late and all she felt was the darkness that I felt. If sitting next to her could save her from it. I would sit next to her every day, hopefully in silence. She looked like she wanted to talk but the teacher saved me before that could happen.

'' Alright class, settle down this week we are going to do group project, Alice you can do it individually if you prefer. The project will be an English slash Hist- ''

'' Excuse me. Mr. Mason? Could I actually buddy up for this project? ''

'' Alice, we've had this discussion before…''

'' I know but now we're an even number and Bella will be my partner. She doesn't mind. Do you?'' Again with the look. I didn't want to be with anyone for this project anyways. I didn't want to make friends and since Alice had already decided that me sitting next to her meant I was her friend, and she seemed honest. I liked honest people. I might as well do it with her.

'' Sure Mr. Mason. I would love to do this project with Alice if that's all right.'' That got the whispers to start. Great I thought I was already getting enough attention.

'' All right then. Alice, you and Bella can work together. So, as I was saying this will be an English slash History assignment…'' I stopped listening at this point. I went back to my doodles that I had already started earlier. My drawings were always the same, swirls of black and red it looked like a dance of blood and darkness fighting for dominance. I was so focused on my drawing that I didn't notice a note being put on my desk. Alice had to kick my chair to get me to notice it.

Want to come over after school to do the project?

Can't.

How about tomorrow?

Can't

How about this weekend?

I couldn't blow her off forever, we did have to get together for the project. Charlie was gone on the weekends, he went fishing with a buddy of his. I guess I could go.

Ok.

Her little squeal of joy was all the confirmation I needed. I didn't bother to read the next note she sent I just went back to my drawing. Sometimes I could see my drawing move. I could feel the emotion coming off it. It was despair. I guess this was all that was left in me. When I was younger I wanted to be an artist, my drawings use to have color and hope, but Phil took it all away when I was 11. Since then my drawings have lost their color and the hope was replaced by doom, sorrow and anguish. The lunch bell finally rang I just wanted to go outside and be alone for a bit.

'' So, Bella, want to eat lunch with me? I usually sit alone except when Angela sits with me. She sits with everyone and doesn't want to make me feel left out. she sits with me two thursdays of the week. She's really nice but I know it makes her uncomfortable to do so. She just does it cuz she's trying to be a good Christian. But for me it's nice I have someone to sit with. Sometimes my boyfriend comes to pick me up for lunch. So, I'm not always alone for lunch. But he works so he doesn't come that often.'' I felt like I ran a marathon every time she talked to me. At least I didn't have to talk much. Maybe that's why no one sat with her, they didn't have the energy. If I sat with her she could fill in all the talking and she could keep the other people away.

'' I was going to go sit outside but you can come if you want.''

'' Thank you, Bella! You know besides Angela you're the only person that's agreed to sit with me since I moved here 4 years ago. I moved here with my brother, he felt the city wasn't good for me. But I had friends there. My parents are still there most of the time. My dad's a doctor and my mom does interior design. She's were I get my fashion gene from. I'm going to be a couture designer. '' I'm sure she had more to say but she stopped when two preppy looking bitches showed up. I could tell she didn't like them much.

'' Hi. Isabella, right? Alice. Do you mind if we talk to Isabella here for just a sec?'' I did not like these people. They were just as fake as the people back in Arizona that pretended nothing was wrong in our household.

'' um.. sure. Bella I'll be outside'' Alice walked away, and I could tell from the way her shoulders were that she thought I wouldn't meet her after I talked to these girls. Even if I had planned on not meeting her I sure as hell would now.

'' So Isabella, I'm Jessica and this is Lauren. We heard about your mother's death and we are so sorry. If there's anything we can do, you let us know. We just came by to warn you about Alice. She's a bit strange and that's fine but her brother is a psycho. Rumors are he's involved in organized crime. I hear he is suspected of murdering some guy. I'm sure your dad being who he is wouldn't want you hanging around with the likes of him or his family. Being new, it's understandable not to have known about it, I'm sure Mr. Mason will let you join another group. No one wants to be dragged into the Cullen family drama which is why the teachers never force students to work with Alice.'' Wow. Just wow. What bitches. Who did they think they were, pretending to care about me when all they cared about was spreading more rumors about Alice.

'' Ye, ok it's Bella by the way. And thanks for the info but I already agreed to do the project with Alice and I actually like Alice. I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. So, I'm gonna go eat now if you don't mind.'' I turned towards the doors Alice left from. I hated fake people and Alice seemed real so she was my best bet at this moment.

When I went to leave Lauren grabbed my arm. I didn't like being grabbed or touched. It scared me. I wasn't supposed to be scared here. She had better have a good reason for grabbing me because now I was mad. I took a calming breath before turning around. I don't think the anger had left my eyes yet. I knew the fright hadn't left my body yet because I could still feel my heart in my ears. When I turned around Lauren saw the anger and let go right away. At least she saw the anger but didn't feel my fear. I didn't need people knowing I was scared.

'' Just wanted to let you know that the last person that became friends with Alice ended up a face on the side of a milk carton.'' After that comment the both left. I turned once more to the doors and walked out. I noticed Alice was sitting with her shoulders slumped on a bench to the left. I walked up to the bench and sat down. She looked like she had been crying.

'' You're here.'' I just nodded. That might have been the shortest sentence to ever come out of her mouth.

'' Didn't they tell you about my family? About my brother? About Charlotte, that went missing after a fight with me? Why would you still want to eat lunch with me? No one wants to be my friend. Don't be my friend because of pity. Please that would be worse than you ignoring me like everyone else.'' Yup. I liked her. I was going to be her friend.

'' Look, Alice. I don't care about what other people say or what your family maybe does. I know that what people say isn't always the truth. You say the truth and I like that. I like you. Those bitches didn't know anything. I come from a place that's run by a biker gang. The biker gang code says you have to protect the family and town. And I know that's not true. So, unless I see it or someone that actually knows the truth and tells me, I'm going to make my own mind. Ok? ''

'' ok. But just so you don't come into this without knowing the facts, my brother is a bit on the crazy side. But don't worry he won't hurt you. He knows the consequences. Do you want to turn our project into a sleepover? I have the house to myself this weekend, so I promise he wont even be there. We can watch movies and paint our nails and have pillow fights, talk about boys… what else do girls do at sleepovers? I've never had one…We can have makeovers! Not that you need one, but it could be fun. I have lots of cloths we can do a fashion show and- ''

'' Alice! How about we just do movies and see how it goes. I'm not much for all that girly stuff. Ok?''

'' so you'll come?'' I Nodded, and she grabbed me so tight I could barley breath. This could be fun. I haven't had fun in forever. I don't even know if I remember how to have fun.