BPOV

My father was waiting for me by baggage claim in the Port Angeles airport. I smiled at him as he hugged my tightly. I couldn't help but cringe in pain. The wounds from the last time hadn't yet healed enough for me to completely endure much physical contact without getting a complaint from my body.

"Hey, Dad." I said as I casually pulled back.

"How are you, Bells?"

"I'm okay." I forced a smile that easily fooled him. I used to be a terrible liar, but living with Phil managed to change that.

"Let's get you settled back at home." He took my duffle bag and led me back towards his car. Charlie was the police chief of this little town and loved every minute of it. Often times, he drove around in his cruiser just in case he had the chance to get in on a little action even though he had a perfectly good Dodge pick-up truck. But since he knew I had a specific hatred for driving around in the cruiser like a criminal or something, he brought the truck. He carefully set my bag in the floor of the backseat of the cab as I sunk into the passenger seat.

The drive back was quiet since neither of us felt the need to fill the time with unnecessary chatter. We spoke every now and then about school, but beyond that we listened to music and didn't speak. After an hour of driving exactly at the speed limit, which annoyed me, we pulled up in front of his house that looked exactly the same as the last time I was here. It was a small two story house with two bedroom, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and that's about it. It was different from my home in Phoenix in so many ways. Phil liked expensive things and made sure people knew he had money, so we had a large house with many unnecessary rooms and four cars for three drivers. He had filled the house with all the high-end amenities and told me only to shop at high-end stores. Now, I was used to it. My expensive car, my huge wardrobe, and my many materialist things. While I enjoyed them often, they never gave me the happiness they gave Phil. Now I stared at the house and smiled. It was cozy and cute. I had grown up there, but never really realized how much it felt like home. A place where I didn't have to be afraid.

My father noticed my smile and gave me a soft one. "It's not exactly what you had in Phoenix, but it's home." He told me.

"It is home." I replied truthfully before climbing out of the cab. Charlie followed and took my bag out of the back.

"Is the rest of your things coming soon?" He asked.

"Yeah, everything is in my car that was appropriate for Forks' weather, which isn't much. I figure tomorrow I could go to Seattle and shop some." I had been surprised when Phil didn't tell me he was cutting me off from his money, probably not to throw any suspicion on himself from my mother or he forgot I even had a credit card. If I wasn't broke on my own, I would cut myself off just to associate one less thing with Phil and all the trouble he had caused. But I didn't save money because I figured I didn't have the need, I wasn't planning on leaving. And I didn't have the heart to ask Charlie for money in any amount.

"That sounds nice." He said as he unlocked the door. I nodded and followed him in. The inside of the house was homey and unchanged. I sighed contently and looked around feeling more comfortable in my surroundings than I have in a long time. I walked towards the kitchen where it became painfully evident that Charlie had not gotten over my mother. The bright yellow cabinets proved this further. They stuck out against the pale, white walls. Maybe I would paint some later if it was okay with Charlie. I didn't think about it for too long as I walked back into the living room.

"I'm going to go put my things away." I told my dad as I climbed the steps to my room. The walls were the same light shade of blue as they had been since I was born. The crib had been removed and replaced with a queen-sized bed. A white desk had been placed on the wall opposite the door. Beyond that, there was nothing new in the room. I smiled to myself at the familiarity of it all and plopped down on my bed. I set the bag beside me, opened it, and began rummaging through. I took my laptop that was rested on top, out and set it on the desk. I quickly unpacked the little clothes I had and hung them in the closet. They were all designer names for the most part. In the beginning, I hated it. Now, I just wore them like it was nothing. I'm not one to be materialistic. The clothes had just been brought under Phil's order.

The thought sent a surge of rage through my veins. Why was I still complying with Phil's rules? He couldn't hurt me here. He couldn't order me around. Sighing, I pushed the thought out of my head and slipped off my hoodie exposing my black, lace tank top. I walked over to the mirror. With my back facing it, I glanced over my shoulder. There plain as day were the black and blue bruises Phil had given me just the night before I left. I cringed at the sight and turned lifting my shirt. There were a few lighter bruises here and there and some that had turned yellow. Soon the only evidence of the whole ordeal would be my memories and the two scars that I had received within a week of each other about six weeks ago. Both were still pink. One on my arm about three inches long. One running from my shoulder five or six inches down my back. Phil had been drunk both times that happened. My mother was away visiting some friends in California for two weeks. A few hours after it had happened, he called his sports trainer manager over to give me stitches. I can't remember exactly how they actually got there since I blacked out soon after I felt the pain.

"Bella." I jumped at the sound of his voice as he knocked on the door.

"Hold on, I'm… changing." I hurriedly said as I practically ran into the closet almost tripping along the way.

"Oh, well, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go out to eat or eat in?"

I grabbed a dark blue sweater off its hanger and threw it one over the tank top. Then I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and pulled them on as well before hurrying back out into the main room. I pulled the door open, and he gave me a small smile. "Either." I shrugged and walked back into my room. He followed.

"Well, I was thinking we could order pizza. The game is on tonight, and…"

I cut him off. "Sounds great, Dad. That way I can get settled too."

He smiled almost proud he came up with a good plan. "Good. What do you want?"

"Pepperoni would be great."

"Okay. I'll go call it in."

I nodded and smiled until he left before sighing deeply. "What am I going to do now?"

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EmPOV

Humans are so annoying! All they did today is blabber on about the police chief's daughter come to live here in Forks. She's like a celebrity around here. Supposedly, she got in earlier today and was starting here at Forks high the day after tomorrow. People couldn't wait. They talked nonstop about her. Speculating what she looks like. Wondering what her personality is. It was so annoying! Usually it's remotely interesting to listen to them talk and get an idea of what their thoughts were from Edward. But today, I blocked out their murmurings at lunch.

Finally at the end of the day, I met Edward at him Volvo. Humph, who said he always had to drive? Sure his car was kind of fast, but compared to my baby his Volvo was nothing. But we just had to drive his car. As if it blended in with the rusty, dented cars any better than my jeep would. Sure my jeep was about three feet off the ground and roared as loud as a monster truck, but still!

Edward shook his head at my thoughts causing me to stick out my tongue as I reached him and Rosalie. Jasper and Alice walked up only moments later. Alice was bursting with excitement so much that it looked like Jasper would go insane.

"What's up, Alice?" I asked.

"I had a vision." She beamed at us and looked to be holding back a loud scream. I waited for her to continue, but she didn't. I glanced at Edward who looked to be concentrating on her thoughts.

"She's counting." He sighed.

"That's because it's a secret!" Alice was practically bursting with happiness.

"Calm down, Alice." Jasper said grabbing her arm.

She took a deep breath and relaxed a little. Kissing his cheek, she climbed into the car leaving us confused.

"So?" I asked. "What happened?"

"I can't tell you!" She giggled getting hyper again.

"Alice." Jasper said in a calming tone causing her to calm down quickly.

"Why not?" I pressed.

"Because… I just can't." She exasperated.

Sighing, I turned my eyes out of the window. It had to be something good or she wouldn't be keeping it a secret. I forced the thoughts out of my head trying not to think about it. But it was hard not to notice Alice's not so inconspicuous sideways glance at me. I looked over at her, but she whipped her head away. I have a feeling this secret vision has something to do with me.