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I have a few more little notes about the fic. I may use direct lines from series, because.. well because I really like them. And if things go as I'm planning they will all fit very nicely. With that, some things I use in my fic, may also be from the series.. certain things that happened, only they will play out differently. Same concept though. But most of it will be original, straight from my mind.. The next chapter after this one should be better!

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Chapter 2: Gone

If they wanted me gone, I was gone. Right then and there, under the surface of the warm bath water I decided I would leave tonight. They wouldn't even know. She would be expecting me to ignore her phone calls, and they wouldn't have the slightest clue until they were home. I didn't need goodbyes from them. It didn't matter. In reality, I was already gone. Or maybe it was them. I had been here all along. Sitting on the sidelines watching them. They did everything they wanted to do and then some. As I sit here thinking about everything, I feel the anger swell within me.

I quickly got out of the bath tub, dryed myself, and got dressed. I dragged the two large suit cases up from the basement and brought all my things downstairs. I stuffed them with as much as I could and then forced the zippers closed. I fit almost all my clothes, quite a few books, and other personal items. Keepsakes. I don't even know why I'm keeping them.. but I am. Feeling even more rage, I went back down stairs, returning with another suit case. I shoved the rest of my clothes into it, and added my shoes too. I had completely forgotten about them. I then went around the house grabbing a few select things I wanted. Things I know Renee would be mad at me for taking, and I didn't care at all.

After calling a cab, I did something I never thought I would do. I slowly entered Renee and Phil's bedroom, and took what money I could find. What I had, might not be enough, and I sure as hell didn't want to come back here in defeat. The cab arrived quickly, and soon I was sitting in the back seat, rushing off toward the airport. My ticket, which was laying on Renee's dresser, was tucked into my carry on, and I began crying again. Silently, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I didn't even know why. I didn't want to be upset over this. I didn't want to feel like this.

"Hi there!" A young woman said all too cheerfully. "What can I help you with?"

"I wanted to see if I could get a flight to Forks, Washington for tonight.. or anywhere remotely near there. I have a ticket for sunday afternoon, but I need to go now. I can't wait till then."

"I'm sorry, dear. There aren't any flights to that area for tonight."

"Well.. what about tomorrow?"

"The only flight we have is for sunday."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive.. I'm sorry... can I help with you anything else?"

"No.. thank you."

Now what am I going to do?! I can't go back home. I don't want to pay for another taxi, and then lug these suit cases back up the stairs. Looking around, I saw a sign for a hotel on the east end of the airport and started off in that direction, developing a plan to get a room. I wasn't eighteen yet, and they didn't let minors get rooms. I was still tearing up, so I forced myself to cry harder, and walked up to the desk. "Hello, dear." An older woman said sweetly. "How may I help you?"

"I uh.. need a single to stay in just until sunday.."

She was staring at me, trying to determine my age I figured. Or maybe that was a sympathetic look she was giving me. "Do you have an id?" She asked.

"Um, yeah.. it's.. it's somewhere." I set one of the suit cases down and started unzipping it, looking for an id that I definately did not have. "I have it... I do." I said patheitcally. "In one of these... somewhere." I sobbed.

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's alright." She said softly. "It's alright.. here you are." She handed me a key and I smiled at her, greatful that she was so sweet.

"Thank you."

Well, that wasn't hard at all. It was hard to believe, I, Isabell Swan, had pulled something like that off. This entire thing was sort of unbelievable. I packed up everything I could, took money and other things that weren't exactly mine, and left my house. I fooled a sweet old woman into giving me a hotel room without seeing an id, and now I lay perfectly still in the most comfortable hotel bed I had ever slept on. As I lay here, part of me can't help but anticipate sunday. Part of me was looking forward to it. But a bigger part of me was dreading it.. The rain, the cold. Sunless skys for the most part. And a man I knew almost nothing about, that I would now be living with. It's strange not knowing my own father, but then again I don't know my mother either... So I guess it's not too strange afterall..