Bella's Little Problem
Author's note: Thanks for stopping by to read this fanfic of mine.
It is based on the real Twilight universe with the same characters.
Constructive criticism and general comments are always appreciated!
Chapter one: Introductions
Bella did not belong in Forks. She knew this to be true due to two vital reasons. First of all, both her body and soul felt much more at home in Phoenix, the sunny and beautiful city consisting of 1,5 million habitants, living under a constant blue sky and temperate minimum +30 degrees Celsius. Her translucent skin desperately needed sun to soak vitamin D into her frail body. Secondly, she was a constant magnet for drama. She didn't know why this was the case exactly: she was quite shy, she always tried to stay out of the spotlight and had never had many friends. However, drama followed her wherever she went. And in a small town consisting of a little short of 4000 people, this might turn into a nightmare very soon.
Recently, she had begun to suspect that something wasn't fully normal about her. Well, she'd always suspected it, but nowadays she was almost entirely certain of it. No matter how hard she tried, she always ended up having sex with people. And not just any people: often it happened with her fellow classmates, their parents or - as had been the worst person yet due to the drama it had released upon the entire family: her own young and attractive step-father, Phil. Phil, who'd been mortified afterwards and almost at once confessed his crime to her mother, was also the one who had come up with the solution that hopefully would save the family from irrevocable damage. His solution? For her, Bella, to move to her father Charlie in Forks. Permanently.
She sighed to herself as Charlie moved uncomfortably in the driver's seat next to her. It would have been bliss to drive at this point, since neither of them knew how to converse normally and after this incident, were at a loss to understand how they could ever look each other in the eyes ever again. They passed the signs that welcomed her to her doom as they drove past what appeared to be Forks' main street. It was completely empty. Bella sighed again.
"So, Bella-", Charlie began, looking frantic as he tried not to catch her gaze.
"Yes, dad?", Bella replied, careful not to call him by name as she knew he hated.
"I talked to your mom before picking you up at the airport", he began.
"Please dad, can we not talk about this?", Bella said imploringly. "I think I would rather die."
Charlie kept silent for a while, tomato red in the face and obviously bothered by the conversation, but at the same time seemed determined to get this over with as soon as possible.
"I think we have to, Isabella."
She cringed. Whenever he used her full name, she knew she was in trouble. She focused her gaze on the wet, shabby-looking scenery outside her window and tried not to think about the fact that her own mother and father would have had sex, a lot of times probably, in the past. She was the result of it. Her own father, right next to her, so very close in the car... She felt like vomiting. Having a conversation about sex with her own father was bad enough, but this just felt... Perverse. She really didn't want to talk about it. She could only imagine what he thought of her, or Phil for that matter. It was lucky they lived so far away from each other, or else Charlie would probably have visited Phil with a loaded gun.
"As you know, I am aware of what happened as you stayed with your mother", Charlie began anew. "And I think we need to establish some ground rules while you're living under my roof."
"Which would be?", Bella answered, folding her arms over her chest, already feeling obstinate as she hated rules. Renée rarely set any rules for her, partly because she'd been taking care of her own mother for almost her entire life, but also because Renée rarely knew what was going on. She was, to say the least, a bit absentminded. Charlie, who worked as a cop on the other hand, was not.
"Well, firstly, absolutely no boys allowed in our house after dark", he stated calmly. Bella knew there was no point arguing. She grimaced.
"Fine."
"And secondly, I do not want to hear anything about you... Doing something weird, with anyone in this town. It would reflect on me as a parent as well." He blushed again. "I don't know from who or how you have got these ideas Bella but having sex at your age is was too early."
"I am seventeen", Bella replied dryly. "Seventeen-year old's have sex, dad."
"Not in my time, they didn't", Charlie said in a stern voice. "And certainly not with people ten years older than themselves."
"Dad, what happened with Phil was a huge mistake. It will not occur again."
Charlie looked suspicious but did not reply. Bella knew she'd almost won the argument.
"I am just glad I can leave that... incident behind. I just want a normal life."
Charlie nodded now, looking pleased and turning on the radio.
"Let's not talk about it anymore", he said, and relief rushed over her.
"Agreed", she said, and she thought she noticed the weakest hint of a smile on his lips.
"No matter why, I am glad you are here, Bells", Charlie said. "Let's order pizza for dinner."
The best part about Charlie? He didn't hover. Subjects that Renée could discuss for hours, he didn't care for at all.
"Sounds good, dad", Bella said, leaning back on and focusing on the depressing exterior again, trying not to let the misery win.