AN: Wow, I am so very very sorry its taken me so long to get back to this story. This is a short chapter but I am already in progress with the next. I had a death in the family and some other things that really had me in a depression that I couldn't quite break out of until now. I missed this story and thought it was moving too slowly, so, I threw in this chapter which is pretty extreme. I have a penchant for the dramatics, I know. This does contain some explicit and WRONG language but it is used to create character conflict and develop the story line.

Narrator POV

The couple seemed to be having the time of their life until dinner rolled around. They had gone putt putt golfing, a bit juvenile albeit, but one of the only normal things to do in this town. Mike had let Bella win, it was what he thought was the right thing to do. Thy laughed, talked about her school, and even went into the conversation of their hopes and dreams. Little did good old Deputy Mike know he was in big trouble.

Mike was the definition of a gentlemen, or so he thought. He arrived to ring the doorbell right on time. He always said please and thank you. Always said sir and ma'am. Never dreamed of insinuating anything sexual, and honestly, was usually painstakingly boring. He wasn't a creep like Mike Newton or a bad boy like Paul. He was what he was. He seemed to be your average Joe. However, he is what some would call "straight and narrow", most would call him something worse. He had a major problem outsiders, and honestly anyone who was different than him. That's the only time he would have an opinion and wouldn't back down. His opinion tonight got him into ten feet of boiling hot water with none other than his very own date, Bella. He had managed to say the one thing he shouldn't have.

The conversation went a little like this.

"So, Bells, what makes your dad treat that band of thugs down in La Push better than his own kind. Useless lot they are. He walks around with Billy Black like he's also some Quileute. Not like he should want to be, the redskins are one steroid induced drug epidemic away from extinction. Those huge guys are pretty pathetic, drugs and all. Can't think why he should walk around with thugs and menaces to society. Its awful." He chuckled out the ending without a clue. He had no idea what was coming for him… Except a tiny little fist square between his eyeballs. Bella huffed, pissed off and in a hurry. She had left with these parting words, "Fuck off, you racist asshole that's my family." Not that he likely heard her because honestly, for the girl the size of a mouse, Bella had one hell of a right hook. She called her dad, turning herself in. Shit was she in a lot of trouble, but for once she didn't care one bit. She made her way through the restaurant everyone around noticing that she had caused a scene. Half them having heard what he had said, and were taken aback.

Charlie arrived on seen about 8 minutes later, mad and in a hurry. His squad car screaming to a halt marking up the pavement with the old crown vics tires.

He boomed, "Isabella Marie Swan you get your ass over here right now". He was practically shaking with rage and was causing and even larger seen. Bella slumped her shoulders and made her way over to her dad, speaking before he got the chance.

"Dad, please, please, don't be mad at me I had a good reason. A very good reason. That asshole over there called the Quileutes useless and druggies and redskins, and he brought you, Billy, and the guys into it. I couldn't just NOT stand up for our family." The look across his face looked relieved at Bella but infuriated at his deputy. He was about a minute away from literal smoke blowing out of his ears. "Bells, honey, will talk about this later. Ill drive you to the house in just a minute so you can go down there." was all he said before he was storming up to his deputy. Charlie was a pretty intimidating guy when he was angry, his pale skin flaming red even to the point where it looked as if his eyes would flame red, too.

He stood over his cowering deputy, "Mike, you have some explaining to do and it better be good. I would think very hard and long about whether or not you'd like to press charges. Because your job is in jeopardy right now. Now speak, before I do something we'll both regret." He said as he got right up into his face, so the boy new he meant business.

The deputy stammered attempting to gather the right words, but he couldn't think of a good excuse and he wasn't much of a liar so he quickly sputtered, " Uh, uh, sorry Chief. I may have said some questionable things. I don't think your daughter needs to be taken in. I think we should just call it a fresh tomorrow. Forget about all this." He winced at the pain radiating from his forehead before he went silent drawing the gauze pads back up to his head wound. Chief Swan still looked like he wanted to shoot the guy but he agreed. He nodded his head, "You're going to be on probation, the county and I will be back to you with what we decide after an internal investigation. We can't have someone who wouldn't serve and protect ALL of the local people. Now get out of here." He spat, disgust and venom laced in his words.

Mike high tailed it out of there with his tail in between his legs.

Bella POV

I made it back home in time to turn right around adn head down to the bonfire. Needing to see everyone.

My mine was racing. I was steaming. I wanted to punch him again.

You. Have. Got. To. Be. Fucking. Kidding. Me. Again.

One, my date went as badly as one could possibly imagine. A racist? Jesus Christ. That was the worst outcome I could imagine. But two, I punched someone. Hard. In the face. Charlie had nearly had a heart attack. He couldn't blame me, though. Said he would've done the same thing in my position. Third, I was going to the bonfire, but I was going to be late, and with blood on my dress. I may or may not have given him a pretty serious cut on accident with the ring on my hand. He deserved it anyways. Fucking asshole. I was still raging mad, hopefully I would calm down when I entered the rez. It always washed a sense of peace over me. It felt like coming home.

The first person I saw was none other than the current man of my every waking obsession, Paul. Mike was such a pathetic attempt at a distraction. Not even Thor himself could've kept my hormones at bay when it came to crushing hard on La Push's resident bad boy shifter. God, did he look good. He was standing at the grill making seemingly another round of burgers. His tall strong frame hunched over the smallish grill. His cut and cut off shorts haphazardly hanging onto his powerful hips. His long hair tied back in a neat braid. He had a small smile on his face and he didn't look pissed for once. After, I started walking down the beach, he noticed me, his face twisted into an angry grimace until he saw the large smear of blood smattering my dress. Then shockingly a look of concern drew across his face.

"Bella, what the hell happened to you? I know you were on a date, but what did you do murder the guy? Then come to seek refuge on the Rez?!"

I blushed crimson, slightly stammering, "Uh… Not quite. I did punch him in between the lights though. Kinda maybe knocking him out. And yes, it was on purpose." The shock that crept across his eyes was slightly funny to me but I couldn't laugh, I was too nervous to hear what he had to say. My pulse racing a mile a minute.

"What the fuck, B? Why'd you go all Mike Tyson?! This better be good." He went silent waiting for a response. An uneasy look in his eyes, his shoulders and body language squared straight at me. Thank god everyone else was messing around in the surf.

My stomach did backflips trying to avoid the inevitable, I didn't want to tell him what that asshole said but I knew he would find out one way or another so I cleared my throat and got on with it. "Well, he may have insulted the tribe and used a very offensive term to describe Native Americans and said some other nasty shit and as soon as he quit spewing out of his stupid mouth I socked him. Knocking him out of the chair, and unconscious, only for a second though. I.. I couldn't let someone talk badly about my family and no words I could say would describe how pissed off what he said made me." Extreme anger flitted across his expression and then something like the look of pride shone through. He picked me up for a hug and to say that I was shocked. Flabbergasted. Bamboozled. All of the above was an understatement. All he said was, "I was wrong about you, I should've known. You definitely are pack." A single tear shed down my eye, maybe Paul and I would turn out ok, just maybe.