"Isabella! Isabella! Over here" A deep voice called from my right. I was just coming from security after a gruelling fifteen hour flight. I turned to see my father. He only slightly resembled the man I remember. The broad grin, ad sparkling blue eyes are only in my distant memories. After Carters death, he rarely smiled and his eyes didn't sparkle. I slowly strode over to him stopping about 2 metres from him. He had him arm around a small lady with blonde hair. She was beautiful. Questions raced through my mind. Who was she? Why was she here? Had my father got another family? My questions were answered when I saw the sparkling diamond engagement ring on her long thing fingers, along with the silver wedding bands that both she and my father wore.

"Hello darling," My father greeted me, a slight America tang tinted his English accent. "How are you? How was the flight?"

When I continued to stare instead of answer, his smile faltered. I turned my gaze to the woman. She wasn't smiling either. I nodded my head in greeting to them both, waiting for my father to introduce this strange woman. Hurt and jealousy surged through me as I considered the fact that they were most probably married. I was hurt that he replaced me and my mother; I was hurt that he left me and never contacted; I was hurt that he was happy after everything I had to endure. I was jealous that he was happy. I was bitter.

"Darling, this is Susan. Sue meet Isabella." He waved his hand between us making the introduction.

"Hello Isabella. It's so lovely to meet you. Your father has told me so much about you" Her voice soft and loving.

"Oh really? He has told you how he never tried to contact me after he left? He has told you how he left me to deal with an alcoholic mother? I'm sorry I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you. You can play happy families all you like, but this is temporary. Right?" I couldn't help the snide and vicious remarks. They flew out of my mouth before I could stop to think about them. I was bitter and jealous; two emotions that bring out the worst in people. I could hear the sharp intake of breath as both my father and Susan gasped in shock.

"Isabella, please you don't understand. I tried to contact you, but your mother said you didn't want to speak to me. You hated me for leaving. I'm sorry. I regret it so much that I le-"

"Save it please. It's in the past. I'm sorry for what I said. Let's just forget it. This is a temporary situation, I won't be here long." I cut him off, not wanting to hear how my mother hated me so much she wanted me to be alone. I was conflicted. It was believable that my mother would do this, but then I still resented my father for leaving, for not fighting for me, for not trying harder.

I started towards the exit carrying my holdall with the little belongings I have. They trailed behind me as they guided me with directions towards their car. Washington State almost reminded me of home. It was green. The trees and forest were in abundance and I loved the fresh smell. It was almost comforting. The ride from Seattle to Forks was quiet. My father glancing in the rear view mirror every few minutes, with worry lines marking his forehead. It was a couple of hours of silence and I revelled in it. I didn't want to speak. I knew they had questions. My father would surely want to know what happened with my mother.

My father pulled his Audi into the drive way of a modest house. It was typically America. The type you saw in films. It had a decked porch with a swing seat and flowers. The white picket fence surrounding the garden and the floral mail box was quaint. My father carried my holdall to a room at the back of the house on the second floor. It was beautiful with a large double bed that had a purple comforter resting over the white duvet. I stood taking in my new surroundings, comparing it to the 2 bedroom house that I lived in in England that was ram shackled and falling apart due to lack of money, time and care.

I heard the door click shut, and silently thanked my father for leaving, for giving me space, for not hovering. I unpacked my clothes into the wardrobe and pilled my mountain of books on to the book case. The big bay window looking out the right of the house had a window seat. The sun was shining in, so I plucked Wuthering heights of the shelf and settled down to read, to get lost in to the conventional love story between Heathcliff and Cathy.

I could have been reading for hours, I had lost track of time, but I distinctively felt the feeling of being watched. I looked to the door wondering if my father was there, but found it still shut. I looked to the right, and found myself staring into the eyes of a man in the window opposite. I jumped away from the window startled. He was sitting on the window ledge, with the sash window full open and a cigarette hanging from his lips. His hand came up to grab the cigarette between his first to fingers. His gaze was intense at the stared at me. He smirked as he lifted his left arm to salute me. The black shirt he was wearing with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms showed the intricate tattoos that adorned his arms. I gingerly lifted my arm and waved with a small smile playing on my lips. Our gaze was broken when my door flung open.

"Isabella, I thought maybe you'll come down for dinner and we can have a chat"

"Sure Charlie. Let's go" I moved towards the door and my father looked out the window wondering what had captured my interest before he walked in. He saw the young man and waved back.

"I see you've met Edward Cullen sort of"

"Oh yeah I was reading by the window and he saw me and waved" I explained, hoping to quickly get out this room and avoid this conversation with my father.

"He is a good guy Isabella. Don't let the bad guy image fool you, with the tattoos and the smoking. He's good. "I was surprised at my father's insistence that he was good. It made me wonder whether there is a reason other than his appearance that I wouldn't think he was good. I nodded my head in acknowledgment and walked towards the stairs. The sweet smell of pie and homemade dinner made my belly rumble. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.