Prologue
She didn't want me.
My own mother, Renee, had decided she was tired of being my mother.
She had never really wanted me to begin with, and when she had me, I was nothing more than a permanent part of her eventual divorce with my dad, Charlie. She had Child Services at the house when I had come home from school, where the warm and kind Service Worker was smiling at me sweetly though a hardness was in her dark eyes at the knowledge Renee was giving me up to Charlie with full custody because she wanted to not be attached to me anymore.
Now I was arriving in the Port Angeles airport, in Forks, Washington State.
A town that was an hour away was called Forks and had three thousand and something people in the Northwest Olympic Peninsula. Charlie was the chief of police in the town, but he was always busy, claiming that he wanted a better relationship with me but work always took his attention more than anything else. He often came home from the police station tired and going to bed not too long after he would come home so that he could catch up on his sleep because he would always have to wake up extremely early.
Speaking of Charlie, I saw him when I left the terminal and he stood there awkwardly, smiling at me with an awkwardness to him. He was dressed in his police uniform, all dressed up to remind everyone around him he was in the police enforcement. His black mustache twitched upwards when he saw me, and his thick matching hair was covered by his police hat. He brought his hand up and awkwardly waved at me when I came closer to him.
Unlike him I was dressed in a big hoodie with leggings underneath it. My hair was in a bun and kept away from my brown eyes I shared with both of my parents. I had an army green duffle bag on my shoulder, and it held all my clothes in them, though they weren't that much.
I didn't have any winter clothes that were enough for Forks. I would probably end up having to go up to Port Angeles with Charlie so I could get more clothes from a thrift store (we probably couldn't afford any better clothes to be honest, at least that was the way it was back in Phoenix).
"Hey, Bells."
Ah, Bells.
That was the nickname my parents gave me, though my full first name was Isabella.
I preferred to be called Bella, I hated my full first name. There had to be thousands of women and teenagers and children out there that were called Isabella. Still, that was the name that my parents decided to give me. At least I had the opportunity to have a nickname I was fine with.
"Hi, Dad. Um…I'm ready if you are."
Charlie nodded his head and took my duffle bag from me before we would head off to his police cruiser. I didn't know I would have limited time with him before tragedy would strike.
Author's note: they never give an age for Afton so I decided I would make him 17. I hope that you will enjoy this fanfiction. It's the last one I will be working on. I want to write a good number of fanfictions where Bella is with a Volturi guard. I have already written on with her and Alec. I'll do Beau with Jane. Anyway, I hope you liked the prologue (prologues aren't actual chapters. They are a backstory for stories. So, if you were always wondering why they were short, that's why).
As always Twilight doesn't belong to me
-Emmy
