I got off the plane, and sat down on a bench near the baggage claim, waiting to see Uncle Matt. I turned my iPod back on, and looked at everyone in the crowd, and didn't see him anywhere. I bit my lip, and hoped he hadn't forgotten me, or that Mom and Dad had told him that they'd changed they're minds.

Knowing them, they would think that that was hilariously funny. I pulled my drawing pad out of my carry on, and a pencil, and starting drawing the baggage claim room without anyone inside it.

I finished it, and when I looked up, there was hardly anyone left, and I ran up to get all my bags, which were basically the only ones left on it. I lugged them back to my chair one by one, and then sat down with them. I looked at all the people in there once more, and still didn't see him.

I started drawing all my bags against a white background, and drew all of the little stars that were all over them. I drew my vans by themselves, and by that time, the next flight had landed, and more people were coming in.

I once again looked at everyone I could see, and didn't see him, I shrugged, sighed, and put my drawing pad away, and pulled out my notebook. I started writing a song and I titled it: Are You For Real.

Are you for real,

And do you really feel what I feel?

I fear this is all fake, and

that I'm not really awake.

Are you really real,

And do you feel how I feel,

When I think of you,

And all of the hope,

That shines,

In your,

bright green eyes.

I hadn't gotten very far when I felt a tap on the back of my head. I looked up and screamed quietly, "Uncle Matt! You're two and a half hours late! Where were you?" hugging him as I said so.

He laughed, and answered as I pulled away, "Renee and Charlie said that your flight arrived just five minutes ago.", and he raised his eyebrows at me.

He didn't know about Mom and Dad beating me and raping me, and I had no intention of telling him.

"Oh, maybe they accidentally told you the wrong time or something. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I got in several drawings, and started writing a song.", and we were walking out of the airport, each carrying six or seven bags.

"I didn't know you drew! Let me see them once we get in the car. I draw too; I'll show you a few of them when we get home if you want."

"I'd love that! What kind of things do you draw?" I could tell that I would really get along with Uncle Matt, and he seemed genuinely nice, which was a real shock, considering who he was related too.

We talked music, movies, books, and drawings all the way home, which was about two hours from Port Angeles, where the airport was, to Forks. There was hardly a silent moment in the car. It turned out we watched the same movies, listened to the same music, and read the same books.

Uncle Matt was really tall, and was going bald, but it didn't make him look older, he just had a receding hair line. When we got home, he helped me get my bags upstairs, and left me to unpack.

I sat down on my bed, and looked out the window, which, surprise, surprise, was streaked with rain drops making intricate designs on the glass, some avoiding going down a previous ones path, others always turning in different directions, like they were zigzagging back and forth to run from something, or seeing how long they could stay on the glass with out falling to the puddles of mud and water feet below.

I sighed, got up, and lifted my biggest bag off the floor onto the bed, and pulled my sheets out of it. I made my bed, put the comforter on, and pulled my laptop out, and set it up, and opened iTunes, and selected my favorite playlist, titled Silent but Deadly. It had a bunch of songs that were quiet, but had the same kind of lyrics a heavy metal song would.

I opened the dresser drawer, and started putting my jeans inside, with skinny on the left, and regular in the middle, and flared on the right. Then, I eventually filled up the whole dresser with all of my jeans, and one drawer had my jeans and underwear. Then, I opened the walk-in closet, and started hanging up my hundreds of shirts, and put my shoes on the shelves.

I put all my books up on the book shelves, and my cds on the case that I'd brought with me, but only because it folded up. All of my movies went on the bottom shelf of my bookshelf, and all the hundreds of ones that I'd burned went in my closet in the big black case on the only open shelf left. All that I had to do now was set up my bathroom stuff in the only bathroom in the house that had a shower. I hope my uncle won't mind.

When I looked at the clock, it was ten thirty, so I went downstairs, and he was watching NASCAR. I rolled my eyes, and said, "So, um, did you already eat dinner?"

He jumped slightly, and said, "Oh, no. I was waiting for you, Bella. What would you like as your welcome meal? I'll make anything." and he turned off the TV, and motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen.

I didn't want to give him something complicated to make, so I said, "How about spaghetti?"

"Of course, angel girl." and he started boiling water, and making sauce, while he was waiting for the water to boil, he said, "Oh! Do you still want to see those drawings of mine?"

"Yes, please."

"Alright, be right back." And he jogged out of the kitchen, and upstairs. I guessed he was going into his room, but about a minute later, he came back in, carrying about seventeen notebooks like mine.

He set them on the table, and said, "Those are in order from the first time I ever drew something, to the one I just did last night."

I nodded and flipped through them all, finishing just as dinner was ready, and while he was setting the table, I told him that I would show him all of mine after dinner.

We didn't talk as much over dinner, we were busy eating, but when we finished, I ran upstairs and pulled all of my notebooks off the book shelf, which was completely empty now, and it was about two feet wide. I draw a lot, okay?

I walked very slowly downstairs, and set them down on the table, "Here's every single drawing I've ever done that I had any liking for, and there's a lot, so be prepared to be here for a while."

I sat with him while he flipped through them all, and answered any questions he had. He didn't have many though. I'd written what day it was, what time it was, and what had inspired me to draw each one, which was mostly nature stuff, or buildings.

When he finished, he said, "Bella. You are amazing. You should really try to develop this as much as you can, you could make money off of these. I mean, if you wanted to."

"Yeah, I think that that would be awesome." And I yawned, "I'd better get to bed, it's twelve o'clock, and I've got to buy all my school stuff tomorrow. 'Night, Uncle Matt."

"G'Night, Bella. Sleep well." We hugged each other good night, and went upstairs to our separate rooms.

I changed into my pajamas, and snuggled deep into the covers, and fell asleep right away, and then all of a sudden, I was home again, and Dad was about to throw me down the stairs because I'd run away, and I was completely naked because he'd just raped me once again. Even though I wasn't willing, I wasn't fighting him either; I was sort of just lying there, passively. I convulsed violently, and then he just stopped, and started shaking me, yelling my name, and saying that I needed to wake up, that I was alright, and everything was fine.

I opened my eyes, and saw Uncle Matt looking down at me, panic in his eyes, and his hands were the ones shaking me. I cringed away from him, scared the he would hurt me for some reason.

Uncle Matt looked hurt, but didn't say anything, and I was busy sobbing, and writhing from the realness of the pain in the nightmare.

He looked at me, and said, "What did your parents do to you to make you dream like that?"

I couldn't speak, so I got up, and pulled a notebook off the shelf, turned it to a new page, and wrote that Dad had raped and beaten me for eleven years.

He didn't move toward me, he just opened his arms to me, and I gladly went to him and hugged myself, while he hugged me.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I wish I'd known. I would have made you move out here myself."

"Its okay, nobody knew, except Tristan, and a couple of my friends but they were too scared to tell anybody."

"Oh, honey, you should have told people, they would have helped you. In fact, we're going to get you to stop that little cutting problem you've got. Yes, I noticed it the second I saw you."

"Okay. Can I try to sleep now?"

"Yes sweetheart. Tell me how you slept in the morning." He walked out, and shut the door behind him. I turned off the lamp, and went back to sleep, dreamlessly this time.

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Uncle Matt and I were walking down the aisles in the super market, buying school supplies for me, and he even bought me some new skinny jeans, shirts, shoes, and nail polish, makeup, movies, cds, and some new empty cds and DVDs.

"Is there anything else that you want, Bella?"

"Umm, there was a book back there that I wanted, but I'll go and get that, you go ahead and start checking out, I'll catch up to you."

"Okay."

I walked back to the books, and found the one I wanted. I backed up, and ran into a very large man. I turned around to apologize, but when I did, he caught me, because I'd tripped over my own feet. I looked up into a pair of the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen.

"Sorry. I'm so clumsy sometimes. I'm Bella Swan."

"You're Matt Swan's niece? I heard you were coming to live here. I'm Jacob, and don't worry about it, alright?"

"I am, and, again, I'm so sorry." I smiled.

"Hey, it's alright. So, if you don't mind my asking, why didn't you're parents move out here with you?"

"They didn't want me, and I'm scared to leave my brother Tristan alone with them because – Oh no! I never called him. He must be so worried about me!" and I said sorry to Jacob, and pulled out my cell phone, and called him, explaining everything.

I told him how he was late, and that I'd just now remembered.

"Oh and Tristan, I'm going to take a vow of silence until college, so, um; I'll just be emailing you from now on, okay? I love you." And I hung up before he could say anything.

I explained everything to Uncle Matt, and, he surprisingly understood. When I got home, we carried on a silent on my part conversation. Being silent is kind of fun and it'll probably be easy since I don't talk too much anyway.

While we were eating dinner, the phone rang. Uncle Matt jumped up to get it, and I heard him saying that I wasn't talking anymore, but that he'd tell me that someone had called for me. He walked back in, and said, "Jacob Black, from the store just called, he wants to talk to you again.

(A/N: Anything in italics is going to be Bella writing something that she normally would say out loud.)

Jacob came over twenty minutes later.

Hey Jacob, what's up? Um, not to be rude, but is there a specific reason that you wanted to see me again? I looked up at him, and smiled.

He shrugged, "I like you, and you seem really nice. I just wanted to get to know you." He was a hand talker. He moved his hands with pretty much every word he said.

Aww, thanks. I like you too! So um, how are we going to do this? Do you wanna just ask me anything, and I'll write my answer down, or what?

"Yeah, and I'm gonna start with, um, Why did you have to move out here in the first place? Did you want to?"

No. Mom and Dad hated me, and Dad was beating me and raping me. He had been for eleven years. I'm seventeen by the way. And I moved here from Phoenix, AZ

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry. Moving on to happier subject, what kind of music do you listen to?"

Most kinds, Screamo, Heavy Metal, Rock, Hard Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Pop, Rap, and eighties and nineties type music. You?

He raised his eyebrows as he was reading, and then looked up, shaking his head, "Same. Movies?"

Comedy, Horror, Drama, Romance. Favorite movie ever is either Blood and Chocolate, which is about a girl who transforms in to a wolf, and she meets a human guy she likes, but her wolf cousins don't approve of a human boyfriend. Or, Little Miss Sunshine, which is about a little girl who gets accepted into the Little Miss Sunshine beauty pageant, and her whole family gets on this bus and drives all the way to California to get her there.

"Huh. That's cool. I like the movie Blood and Chocolate, but Little Miss Sunshine sounds a little stupid."

Come on. I got and went up stairs, motioning for him to follow me. I walked into my room, and pulled out Little Miss Sunshine.

I put it into me laptops DVD player, and sat on my bed, patting the spot beside me. He sat down, rolling his eyes.

"So, did you take the idea of a vow of silence from this movie?"

Sort of. This and the fact that I hate my parents.

"Ah. Well, now that you're away from them, maybe you should try to forget them. You can't dwell on it, or you can never live happily."

Jake! That was deep, I'm impressed. Did you take that from a movie?

"No, I took it from a semi personal experience." With that, he leaned forward, and kissed me. I put my hand on the back of his head, holding it close to my face, and the other rested on his bicep. He had one hand on the small of my back, and the other rested on my upper thigh.

We lay back on the bed, and he was suddenly on top of me, his hands resting on the bed at either side of my head. Even though I was enjoying this, all of a sudden Jacob was my father, and he was raping me once again.

I slid out from under him, and backed up against the far wall, my hands over my mouth so that I wouldn't start talking. Tears were welling up in my eyes, because I didn't know if I could ever get into a relationship because of my father.

I picked up my writing pad, and told Jake that I was so sorry, but that this was too fast for me, and that I would try to make it work, but, I couldn't move this fast considering my father.

"Bella, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking. I'm gonna go home now, and I'll talk to you later. Bye." He walked out of my room, shaking his head. I wanted to scream. I hated my father; I couldn't properly love anyone this way. I lay face down in my bed, and pressed the pillow to my face, to muffle the sobs that were threatening to become louder. I beat the bed, and threw one of the pillows across the room, wishing that it were my father.