Chapter 3: Back To Hell

After blasting music through Scott's Jeep and singing off tune to the lyrics, we finally arrived at Phoenix Airport. I sighed in defeat, knowing that when I get off the plane, I'll be back in Forks. I shuddered at that thought and quickly scrambled out of the Jeep. We entered the airport and quickly scanned the T.V. to see when our flight was due to come in.

"Dannazione! Abbiamo ancora due ore fino a quando il nostro volo!" Scott shouted. ("Bloody hell! We still have two hours until our flight!") I rolled my eyes and smacked him on the side of his head.

"Ouch! Gesù Izzy, che diavolo era quello?" Scott shouted, rubbing his head. ("Ouch! Jesus Izzy, what the hell was that for?")

"Per essere così idiota! Uno, tenere la voce bassa, e due, che non è il nostro volo!" I hissed at him. ("For being such an idiot! One, keep your voice down, and two, that isn't our flight!") I lifted my hand and pointed at Gate Seven.

"Questo è il nostro volo. E 'solo aspettare 20 minuti." I stated calmly. ("That's our flight. It's only a twenty minute wait.") Scott sighed and nodded, seeming a lot calmer. I looked around and noticed passers-by staring at me and Scott weirdly.

"What? You've never heard two Americans speak Italian before?" Will shouted at them. They put their heads down awkwardly and walked away quickly. I grinned at him and gave him a high five.

"I'm hungry!" Scott suddenly boomed, causing me to jump. He quickly grabbed mine and Will's arm and dragged us to a small café. We sat down at a table and got comfy when a waiter came up to us.

"Hello, can I please take your order." He smiled, flipping open a small notepad and clicking his pen. Me, Scott and Will glanced at each other and grinned like Cheshire cats.

"Avrò una cioccolata calda con panna extra." I smiled brightly at him. ("I'll have a hot chocolate with extra cream.") His eyes widened and he gulped.

"Erm, miss...I'm afraid I don't-" he stuttered.

"Avrò un cheeseburger con patatine fritte e una lattina di Coca Cola." Will ordered, clasping his hands in front of him and twidling his thumbs. ("I'll have a cheeseburger with fries and a can of Coke.")

"I'm really sorry but I don't-" the waiter stuttered.

"E voglio due hot dog con tre sacchetti di patatine fritte e un extra sundae grandi caramello." Scott smirked and put his hands behind his head. ("And I want two hot dogs with three bags of fries and an extra large caramel sundae.") We all watched as the waiter turned on his heal and walked away. When he went into the kitchen, we laughed so hard that we had tears in our eyes; it would be fun to see what they had cooked for us.

All too soon, the laughter died down and I was reminded of the harsh reality that I would soon be heading to Forks. I looked at the big clock in the centre of the café and saw that we had fifteen minutes until we had to board our flight. Sensing my discomfort, Will put his arm around my shoulders.

"Are you ok?" He asked worridly. I nodded my head and smiled slightly as I saw our waiter come back with three glasses of Tangos. He shakily put them down and smiled nervously at us.

"We didn't order this." I told him. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"Y-You speak English?" he squeaked.

"Maybe you shouldn't be working here if you don't give customers what they order." Will mock glared at the waiter who was slowly stepping back towards the kitchen.

"I'm really s-sorry. I didn't know-"

"Never mind. We shall take our business elsewhere." Scott informed him, standing up and sauntering out of the café. Me and Will nodded and followed after him. Once we were a good few meters away, we started laughing once again.

"D-Did y-you see his f-face!" Scott shouted in between laughs. Scott and Will sat down on a bench, still laughing whilst I lay across on both of them.

"I'm still hungry." Scott said and Will rolled his eyes and punched Scott in the shoulder.

"How long until our flight?" I asked, when suddenly a woman on a tannoy spoke.

"All passengers boarding to Seattle please wait at Gate Seven. Thank you."

"Well, I guess that answers that question." I mumbled. I hopped off the boys' laps and started heading towards Gate Seven with Will and Scott trailing behind me. We gave in our tickets and were led onto the plane. We managed to get a row of three seats to ourselves. Scott was by the window and Will was on the other end, leaving me squished in the middle between both of them.

After being uselessly told about what to do in case of an emergency, we were told to buckle our seatbelts as we would be taking off. I looked out of the window and saw the plane start to move. I randomly waved to people who were watching the plane and some of them waved back; result!

xoxox

"I'm bored." Scott complained. We had been in the air for an hour and still had another one to go.

"Same." Will replied. I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. I had to admit that I was bored too. I looked around and saw that there were people gazing curiously at us and it gave me an idea.

"Hey, I have an idea." I whispered.

"Do tell." Will said, leaning in closer.

"Why don't we play a game of 'Bogies'?" They grinned and agreed.

"Bogies." I said quietly.

"0.2." Scott said.

"Bogies." Will said a little louder. The people in front of us shifted and Will looked at me.

"0.5." I whispered.

"Bogies." Scott shouted out.

"2.3." Will nodded at him.

"Bogies!" I shouted louder. People started to glance at us but I kept my head down.

"3.2." Scott muttered. He cleared his throat.

"BO-GIES!" Will shouted. People started turning in their seats with annoyed looks on their faces. We all looked down and sniggered.

"5.8." I giggled.

"BOGIES!" Scott coughed loudly.

"6.6." Will laughed.

"BOGIES!" I screamed. The boys broke down laughing whilst I was trying to hold in my sniggers.

"7.9." Scott laughed out. I could see people were getting really irritated with us now, but I didn't care; I was having too much fun. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

"BOGIES!" Will screamed at the top of his lungs. Me and Scott looked at him wide eyed before we burst out laughing. Tears came to my eyes and I kept wiping them away. Scott leaned on me, trying to catch his breath.

"9.4." I squeaked out before laughing again. Will started laughing with us until we saw a stewardess heading our way. I could tell she was fake as she had died red hair and had too many buttons undone on her uniform, showing her cleavage.

"Excuse me, I've been hearing some complaints about you three playing a game." She looked at us disapprovingly but me and Scott just kept on laughing.

"I apologise on behalf of them." Will said to her, straight face. She glanced at him and her eyes seemed to lose their focus.

"T-That's fine." She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and batting her eyelashes, "Just try and keep it down, ok?" I snorted at her attempts to flirt and she quickly glared at me and started strutting away, adding extra swing onto her hips, but it made her look like she was limping.

"Forse dovresti andare in ospedale con quella hip male!" I called out to her. ("Maybe you should go to the hospital with that bad hip!") We started cracking up again and I'm sure all of our faces were red.

xoxox

After playing another round of 'Bogies' and getting told off once again, we finally arrived in Seattle Airport. The stewardess winked at Will but he pushed us out of the plane before we started cracking up again. We stumbled indoors because we were laughing so much and Will had to get our luggage for us.

Once we got our respective bags, I turned around and looked for Charlie; Renée had told me that he was picking me up. I searched through the crowd of people until I spotted a middle-aged man with short brown, curly hair which was turning slightly grey and deep brown eyes. I zoned out of his face and chuckled at what he was wearing; a police uniform. I smiled slightly at the man and shook my head. Charlie.

"Hey Cha- dad!" I called as I weaved in between the crowd. Charlie looked up and his eyes widened as I waved at him.

"Bella?" He said as I got closer.

"Shh!" I hissed as I came closer to him. "I've changed my name to Izzy Sinclair." I whispered in his ear whilst hugging him awkwardly. He pulled back a bit.

"Izzy Sinclair?" he questioned. I nodded my head. "Why?"

I shrugged, "I just like the name." Charlie narrowed his eyes and looked at me sceptically. He looked me over before smiling slightly.

"Wow Be- Izzy. You look...good." I held back a grimace. I should have known that he was expecting me to be fat Bella, not Izzy. Suddenly, his face turned red as he stared at my wrist.

"What is that?" He asked through gritted teeth. I gulped and looked down as I saw his eyes zero on my tattoo.

"It's nothing." I mumbled, looking down. "Can we go home now?"

Charlie looked at me one more time and huffed before carrying my two big suitcases. I followed him out of the airport and saw him heading for his police cruiser and I sighed; the sooner I get my car, the better.

It suddenly clicked in my brain that I had completely abandonned Will and Scott. I spun around and saw them heading towards the opposite side of the lot. I started running towards them.

"I'll be back in a minute dad!" I shouted over my shoulder. I picked up my speed until I jumped on Scott's back.

"Holy hell!" Scott shouted, obviously taken off guard.

"I never asked how you guys were travelling..." My eyes wandered to Will packing both Scott and his suitcases into the boot of another expensive looking Jeep.

"How...?" I looked at Scott for an explanation.

"I've got more than one Jeep, Iz." Scott winked at me. I started fuming and punched him repeatedly on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I yelled at him. "I could've ridden to Charlie's with you!" Scott grabbed my wrists to stop me from punching him.

"Well, we figured it was best if you and your father had some...bonding time." I was momentarily touched by their gesture until I saw Scott's lips twitching.

"You...ugh!" I shouted. I started stalking back over to Charlie.

"Aww, c'mon Iz; don't be like that! Besides, don't you want to know where we live?" I stopped short and huffed. I slowly starting walking backwards, trusting Scott or Will to stop me if I went the wrong way. I felt my back bump into someone's chest and I looked up into the eyes of Will.

"Where are you living now?" I asked him in a small voice.

"We've chosen a flat in Port Angeles. I think it's kind of nice." He looked over to Scott who nodded his head in agreement. All my anger had vanished and I sighed, turning to face Will and wrapped my arms around his waist, giving him a hug. I leaned up on my toes and kissed him on the cheek before I ran over to Scott and did the same thing.

"You'll have to help us decorate this flat, Iz." Scott told me after he released me. I nodded my head and turned to both of them.

"I'll see you at school, right?" I asked. They were both seniors with me, but they were both eighteen whilst I was stuck at seventeen.

"See you? We're picking you up!" Will exclaimed. I brilliant smile spread across my face.

"Awesome!" I pounded my fist against theirs and with another goodbye, i started jogging back to Charlie.

"E possiamo dare quei bulli che per!" Scott shouted at me. ("And we can give those bullies what for!")

"Inferno sì!" I called back, laughing. ("Hell yes!") I quickly made my way over to Charlie and hopped in his dreaded police cruiser. He pulled out of the parking lot and I waved once more at Will and Scott before settling down into my seat. Charlie put the heating on and I looked out of the window.

"Who were those two boys?" Charlie cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes where he couldn't see; I was wondering how long it would be before inspection started.

"William Blackwell and Scott Thorp. They're my best friends and I met them in Phoenix." I replied. Everything outside of the window started turning green, an indication that we were travelling to Forks. I sighed and looked through the windshield, seeing rain starting to splatter onto the glass. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, already missing the sun.

After two hours of awkward silences and conversing about Renée, we finally arrived at Charlie's house. As I looked up at the small white building, memories came flashing back to me of a little chubby girl running into the house with tears welling up in her eyes. I took a deep breath and shook my head, opening the door. Charlie got my bags out of the trunk and I swiftly opened the front door.

I hadn't stepped foot in this house for four years, but it seemed like nothing had changed. Yellow was still the main colour of the inside of the house. The blue curtains were still tattered and the floor was still dirty. I made a mental note to make sure this house was clean by Monday. I followed Charlie up the familiar stairs and into my room.

I observed the old blue washed walls and the yellow laced curtains that draped by my window. A new desk had been shoved to the east side of my room with a wardrobe placed on the left. Shelves had been refitted above my desk and my old small bed had been replaced by a larger single bed with purple bedsheets. Charlie put down the suitcases by my bed.

"I didn't know what colour bedsheets you wanted." He said, rubbing the back of his neck, "You like purple, right?"

"Purple's...cool." I concluded; it was better than yellow. A silence took over as I remembered spending many nights in this room, crying silently about what they had done to me.

"I ordered pizza." Charlie stated, "I hope you don't mind." I smiled and shook my head. "Right. I'll leave you to...er...unpack." He said and left, closing my door behind him. I sighed and got to work, placing my clothes and shoes in my wardrobe, putting my books and CDs on the shelves and carefully putting my laptop on the desk. Once I was done, I kicked off my shoes and decided to call Scott and Will. I picked up my phone and frowned when I saw that it had low battery. I retrieved my newly packed phone charger and pluuged it into the wall. As it was charging, I grabbed my iPod and decided to charge that as well. Just as I was finishing up, placing my alarm clock on my bedside table, Charlie called to me that pizza was ready.

I hopped down the stairs and grinned as I smelled mozzarella pizza; my favourite! As soon as I saw it, I dug into it, earning a laugh from Charlie. Once I was full, I rubbed my eyes, feeling tired; jetlag must have been the cause.

"I'm going to go to bed now dad." I yawned loudly and started heading up the stairs, "Night dad!" I called.

"Night Izzy!" he called back and I smiled as he remembered my new name. I went into the bathroom and had a shower using my calming strawberry shampoo. Once I dried off, I cleaned my teeth thoroughly before running into my room and putting on my comfy, baggy pyjamas. I dragged my feet over to my bed and collapsed on top of it.

Thank God it's Friday! Was the last thing I thought before allowing sleep to take over.