Chapter 1

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Beta'd by princess07890

Bella POV

"I swear to fucking God I'll do it." I told my mother.

"Isabella Swan! You put that club down right now!" She screamed. "You know I have important files on it!"

You see, my mother and I don't get along. At all. And today, she decided to piss me off by taking away my iPod because I didn't do the dishes last night. Pussy reason, if you ask me. So, here I am, in the middle of the yard, standing over my mom's laptop with a golf club raised above my head.

"Give me the iPod and your computer is safe." I bartered.

"You need to be punished for your wrong doings. You have been out of control lately and it stops now. I'm putting my foot down." Ha! She says that all the time.

"Alright," I sighed. "You asked for it." I swung the club and smashed her laptop to pieces.

"BELLA!" My mom shouted. I heard a car behind me and I looked over to see the devil himself about to park his truck into the driveway. I'm outta here... but first... I walked over to my so called mother and yanked my iPod out of her hands while she was waiting for Phil to get out.

"Never touch my stuff again, bitch." I said, threateningly, before I turned and walked off.

"YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" She demanded. "You're in a lot of trouble, young lady!" Yeah right. I ran to my bike, climbed on, and brought it to life. God dammit, I loved my Harley.

"What going on?" Was all I heard before I tore out of the drive way. Riding my bike was my favorite thing to do. It was a rush and got my mind off things. I rode through town and into the desert. It was sunset, so it wasn't too hot. I didn't bother with a helmet. I knew I was 17, but, it wasn't like the police would come out here to stop me. I know I wouldn't. I loved to feel the wind in my hair. I definitely wasn't one of those people that thinks thought it was the end of the world if a hair on my head was out of place. My hair is always untamed. It's not frizzy or ratty; it just always looks sort of messy. Like beach hair. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with me taking my bike everywhere. I love this thing. I drove until after dark. By the time I got home, it was 11:00 at night. I sighed, knowing that I would have to live through one of my mom's famous hissy fits without dying of annoyance.

I powered my bike down and got off. I opened the front door to find my mother and asshole sitting side by side on the love seat. My mother glared at me while ass face looked smug.

"Take a seat." My mother ordered. I sighed and sat down.

"Isabella, you have been out of control lately; you've been sneaking out, getting drunk, and smoking marijuana. Your mother and I have decided that, if you won't listen to us, you might listen to your father. You will go live with him for your senior year and then you're on your own." Micro-penis said, trying to act all formal.

"I have given and given and given, Bella. I'm not going to let you walk all over me anymore!" My 'mom' told me, looking as if she was about to cry. OH MY GOD. I don't know whether to laugh or puke. My mom gets emotional over the stupidest things. I don't walk all over her; I couldn't believe her nerve!

"Your plane takes off at 9 AM the day after tomorrow. Your dad is expecting you." The bastard said.

"Ok, mom, so, let me get this straight...you have the nerve to disown me after what happened?" I asked her. I couldn't wait to get away from Phil, but the fact that she would do this!

"You were lying about that and you kn-"

"Whatever, mom," I walked to my room and reached to shut the door but my hand came out empty. I looked over to find they had taken my door off!

"Oh, hell no!" I shouted and walked back into the living room. "What the fuck?! You took my door off?" I yelled.

"Privacy is a privilege." My m, wait, she wasn't my mom. So...the witch; her name was the witch now.

"You know what? You want me out of your hair that bad? I'm out." I told them. I ran to my room and pulled on a pair of fresh pants and a black sweater. I grabbed some jeans, a few t-shirt, and a bra and shoved them into a shopping bag. I threw on my leather jacket and put my motorcycle boots on. I shoved my iPod in my pocket. I can't believe my mom would actually do this. I was about to walk out, but, before I left, I had to do something. I pulled my blade from my top dresser drawer. I sat down and pressed it to my arm. I ran the blade across the inside of my left arm and watch in wonder as crimson droplets seeped out of the fresh wound. I sighed in pleasure. I grabbed an alcohol swab and wiped the cut. I did this for two reasons; if I got an infection, I would have to go the hospital and they would force me to go to some therapist. The second reason is that I love the burn that alcohol caused when you rubbed it on a fresh cut. It was like cutting all over again. I usually cut when I was angry or depressed. In this case, I was angry.

I put my jacket back on and headed out the door.

"And just where do you think you're going?" The witch asked.

"Dad's." And I walked out the door. Wait… I walked back in.

"Oh, and, when you think of me, remember me like this." I flipped them off with both hands. "Fuck you." And with that, I was out the door for the last time.

I powered up my bike and drove to the near gas station. This was going to be a long fucking drive and I needed a full tank. While I was paying, I grabbed three Red Bulls to keep me up for the next thirty or so hours. I didn't want to stop anywhere, just drive straight there. I put my ear buds in and set it to Riot by Three Days Grace and I was off. I was able to keep my eyes open till about 7:00 am with music and, when I just couldn't hold on anymore, I drank one of my Red Bulls, and was instantly ready to go again. I ended up taking the Nevada to Oregon to Washington route because I really didn't feel like going through California, but I did have to drive through Las Vegas. I saw some interesting things there. I was driving along when I smelled something wonderful. Weed. I followed the scent to an ally where I saw a guy leaning against the brick wall. He saw me and he freaked out, trying to hide the joint. I rolled my eyes.

"Relax, dude. I'm not a cop." I told him. He relaxed a little bit but was still watching me carefully.

"I'm Bella." I said.

"Conner." He replied with a very distinctive voice. I could tell he was gay. I got off my bike and went to lean next him.

"Can I hit it?" I asked, holding out my hand.

"Sure." He cautiously handed me the joint.

"I'm not a narc, either." I sighed. I took a long inhale and held it in for 8 seconds. He relaxed when he saw me blow it out.

"Good stuff." I commented, handing him back the joint.

"Yeah, it's not bad." He took it back and put it to his lips.

"You live here?" I asked.

"Naw, I'm just visiting some friends." He said. "You?"

"No, my mom's a bitch and she tried to ship me off to my dad's. I decided to just get out of their hair if they wanted me gone. Bitch," I told him.

"Been there. My mom's a strict Christian and totally flipped out when I told her I was gay. She shipped me off to my uncle's, saying she didn't want a 'child of the devil' in her house." He said.

"Ooh. I'm sorry." He just shrugged.

"It was four years ago." We stood there for a little bit. I wasn't stoned, but I felt better.

"Nice bike, what is it?" He questioned, breaking the silence.

"2008 Harley Davidson Road King." I answered with pride. He nodded.

"My friend had a street glide."

"Cool." I really had to get going soon. I stood there for about 5 more minutes before saying,

"Well, I have to get going, but it was nice meeting you." I held my fist out and he bumped it.

"See ya." I got on my bike and put my helmet on. I powered it up and drove off. 26 hours to go. I groaned in my mind. Vegas was pretty cool to drive through and I kind wished I would have left earlier so I could catch it a night time. I kept awake till about 4:00pm then I had to drink another Red Bull. I drove without stopping until about midnight, when I had to go to the bathroom and refill my tank. I drank my last Red Bull before getting on my bike and driving away. By 5 AM, I had no idea how I was going to stay up. I was all out of Red Bull and I was exhausted. I was too close to stop, though. Ugh! My prayers were answered when I felt a droplet of rain on my hand. Rain would keep me up! I was overjoyed when I saw the sign that read The Town of Forks Welcomes You. Now, I just had to find my dad's house. God, I haven't been here in three years! I drove around a little bit, finally finding my dad's house. I parked in the driveway. It had stopped raining, but not for long. I was freezing, soaked, and exhausted. I got off my bike and opened the seat, getting the shopping bag of clothes out. I closed the seat and knocked on the door with my numb fingers. I heard footsteps and then Charlie opened the door. His eyes widened.

"Bella...I wasn't expecting you until tonight." He looked worried, probably because I looked like a wet hen right now.

"I drove." I said simply.

"On that?" I pointed to my bike, his face consisted of disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Come in." He gestured his hand inside. I walked in. Not much had changed in three years.

"How did you stay awake?" He asked.

"Red Bull." I answered.

"Listen, dad, I really would like to chat but I'm soaked, freezing, and exhausted. Can I please go to bed?" I asked.

"Oh, um, sure Bells. I've got to get to work anyways. Your room is pretty much how you left it, but I got you a new comforter. Purple's a good color, right?"

"Yeah purple's cool." I answered, heading up the stairs.

"I should be back by 8." He called.

"Hmm." I groaned. When I got up to my room, I looked in my dresser and found a pair of old sleep shorts and a tank top. They would be small on me, but, at this point, I didn't give a fuck. I was about to pass out on the floor. I took my leather jacket off and threw it on the rocking chair. I quickly undressed and threw the too small outfit on. It wasn't too bad. I went over to the bed and fell face down. I buried myself in the covers and fell asleep instantly. My night was pretty dreamless, except for a weed smoking clown sitting on a cloud.

I woke up with a horrible taste in my mouth. I opened my eyes and it was pitch black except for the little green glow of the alarm clock that Charlie probably set. I looked at the clock. 6 AM. Damn. I slept for almost 24 hours. I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach. Realization then dawned on me that I hadn't eaten in three days or more. Wow. I drank water and the fountains they had at the rest stops but not much else. Just Red Bull and H2O; I know that wasn't healthy. I got up, only to fall back down. Ugh. My legs felt like Jell-O. I got up again and, this time, I stayed up. I carefully made way down the steps. I walked to the kitchen and searched for food. All I found that was edible were a couple apples and some leftover pizza. I got a plate out, put four pieces of pizza on it, and popped it in the microwave. I poured the little milk we had into a glass and set on the table. After I heard the beep of the microwave, I pulled out the pizza and got and apple out. I ended up eating only three pieces of pizza, but I did eat two apples and drank the whole glass of milk. But, I was still thirsty, so, I got one of Charlie's jumbo cups and filled it to the brim with water. I drank every drop of it; damn, I was thirsty. By the time I was done eating, I felt nauseous from eating so much. Footsteps sounded down the stairs and I looked up to see Charlie in his police uniform, ready to go to work.

"Oh, hey Bells! You're up."

"Yeah, I guess I needed sleep."

"I thought you might be slipping into a coma. You had me a little worried there, Bells." He joked.

"Ha. No, I just hadn't slept for 3 days." I said. I never had a problem with Charlie. He's always been pretty good to me so I didn't think we would really have a problem unless he caught me cutting or smoking a joint, which he wouldn't.

"Well I've gotta get going. They need me down at the station." He told me, pulling on his gun belt and walking out the door. "Don't burn the house down!" He called behind him.

"Don't worry, I will!" I laughed. I was in a pretty good mood. It probably had something to do with getting away from Phil. Even though I was upset my mom had the nerve to kick me out, I was glad to be away from that man.

I looked down at my outfit. Wow, I really need to change. This reminded me that I needed to go shopping for more clothes, ASAP. With a sigh, I stood up, took my plate to the sink, and then went up to my room. I grabbed the bag with my one other outfit in it and took it to the bathroom.

After showering and getting dressed, without shampoo and conditioner I might add, I called a cab to take me to the bank and then the mall. I needed a new wardrobe. I would have taken my Harley, but that doesn't have enough storage.

"Wait here. I'll only be a minute." I told the cab driver when we got to the bank. My mom had a trust fund set up for me before she met Phil. It had about 3 thousand in it but now only has half of that because Phil has been dipping into it. He convinced my mom to make it accessible a couple years back for when they had "absolute emergencies". She finally agreed and made it so immediate family could get into the account.

I ended up only taking about $700 out. Thankfully, they didn't think to shut the account down. I knew carrying around $700 in cash was dangerous, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do. I stuck the cash in one of my hidden jacket pockets and got back in my cab, telling the driver to take me to the closest mall.

The mall wasn't too shabby. It had one of my favorite stores, Hot Topic, although, I only ever bought T-shirts and jewelry there. By the end of my shopping trip, I ended up getting 9 blouses, 6 pairs of jeans, a new pair of Converses, 2 new pairs of boots, 3 new jackets, some pajamas, and some bra and panties from Victoria's Secret. I also bought a shit load of books ranging from Anne Rice, to his holiness, The Dalai Lama. I also had to stop by the drug store to get some basic toiletries and I would be good.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I set my bags down on my floor and passed out on the bed.

Please don't picture the Bella in my story as Kristen Stewart! I don't have any thing against her but I don't think she fits the role very well! In the next chapter, I'm going to be describing her as graphic novel Bella, and I don't wish any confusion on you! Review!