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Behind me I could hear a lot of cars honking their horns at me and people were screaming profanities. Wonder why that is I haven't hit anyone. I thought to myself. I could hear the police sirens right behind me, shit; I re-opened my eyes and pulled over. Fuck fuck fuckitty fucking shit. Ok so I'm high the police are coming over. Maybe if I act normal they won't notice that I'm high on pain meds. I repeated this to myself in an desperate attempt at calming myself down.

"Miss, I would like to see your license and registration, please." The officer asked. So I grabbed out my license from the glove compartment, I then began to search the other compartments for my registration. When I found the registration finally at the bottom of one the compartments I handed them to him hoping I hadn't uncovered any of the pain meds or drugs I had stashed.

"Hang on—Isabella Swan, are you related to-" The officer started as he read my name off my license and registration forms. I knew what he was about to ask so I cut him off before he could finish asking.

"You were gonna ask if I was related to Charlie Swan right? Well yes to answer your question frankly. I'm his daughter." I answered him in as bored a tone that I could muster. Charlie… Charlie Swan is the chief of police well the people think of his a more than a chief of police, he's a legend to them. Shame he doesn't treat his family like he does other people really because to be quite frank he is an arsehole he gives more of a damn about his job than he does his own kids.

"He never mentioned he had children, funny that." The officer told me. Like I stated earlier he doesn't give a damn about us. He could care less about me and Emmett.

"Right" it was all I could say, the answer that the police officer gave didn't surprise me. I was expecting that would be his answer but it still hurt to hear.

"This time I'll let you off with just a warning. But if I catch you driving—" He cut off suddenly in mid-sentence. "Get out of the truck." He demanded. Fuck he has seen something and I was so fucking close of getting off scot free.

"What now?" I asked as he opened my door, then practically dragged me out of my car. He reached in and grabbed the bottle of pain pills. Fuck I should've moved them before he came to the truck or when I was looking for my license and registration papers. How could I have been so stupid as to leave them in the cup holder? The pain pill bottle said Jane Volturi. Fuck. I'm so screwed. He slammed me hard against the side of my truck. He then proceeded to pin my hands behind my back and read out my rights. I was under arrest because I was an idiot.

"Get off me" I shouted but he ignored me and tried to hand cuff me.

I began panicking, the way he had me pinned, reminded me of how Phil handcuffed me. So without thinking I ripped my hands from his grasp then kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. He fell to the ground. Another stupid move. Well done Bella, what the hell, did you have to go and do now? They already had me for speeding and drug possession. Now they've got assaulting a police officer to add to that list. Well done you fucking moron. I felt a painful shock and yelped in agony, he had fucking tazered me.

That shit fucking hurts. "I think I'm gonna need back up" The officer said into his radio thingie. "Don't move" the officer said but I ignored him and stood up so I got tazered again, right on my side.

"Fuck you arsehole stop fucking tazering me. Fucking stop" I swore at them because damn that hurts. I was in pain and they kept tazering me, adding to the pain already coursing through my body. Fucking cunts, bet they enjoy watching me squirm in pain.

"Well I think we've solved the mystery, no wonder Charlie doesn't talk about you." He mumbled. If I could move I would've beaten the crap out of him, just for saying that, but as it was I could barely move, getting tazered does an half hurt like a mother fucker. The officer then hand cuffed me whilst another one pushed me into the cop car. Sitting in the officers' car I watched as they had the tow truck tow my truck away. I knew they were having it taken to the station to use as evidence. Somehow I managed to manoeuvre the note from Phil, from my pocket to my bra. Glad that they wouldn't find out about him. I didn't want or need to have to relive that chapter of my life to them.

When I arrived at the station, everyone started laughing and saying stuff to the officer who was leading me."Ha Ha Joe you're telling us, you couldn't handle her, that this little girl took you down". Everyone laughed harder when the officer called 'Joe' grabbed some ice and shoved it down his pants. They took my finger prints then led me to have my mug shot taken. After all that had been dealt with they threw me in a jail cell.

"You get one call." Joe the officer yelled and then gave me a dirty look. Fuck, just great who should I call? I can't call Emmett, he's pissed at me. Edward will probably be busy fucking the ginger how Tanya. Renee would hold this against me and insist I move back with her. Jake, well Jacob has no money but still is probably my best option. Okay so it's decided, I'll ring Jacob. The phone started to ring. Pick up, Pick up, Pick up, please pick up. Come on pick up the damn phone Jake. Pick up! I chanted to myself and after a couple of rings or so he picked up the phone.

"Jacob?" I asked politely.

"Who this?" Jake asked, probably, well most likely not recognizing the number. Then again he might not have caller ID on his phone.

"Hey Jake, its Bella. I need your help. I'm in some serious shit." I told him.

"What happened?" Jacob asked, his voice on full alert. Now that I had mentioned who I was and that I was in trouble.

"Err, well err I'm kind of in jail." I blurted out hoping I hadn't shocked him too much.

"What?!" Jacob asked. I don't know whether he was surprised or pissed that I had rang him of all people to come bail me out.

"Well the story is I kinda got caught speeding, then was found in the possession of drugs. Oh and I also kicked a police officer in the nuts." I said half laughing at the part where I told him about assaulting the officer. Jacob laughed at that part too.

"That's my girl" Jake said. I laughed although I stopped pretty quickly, as it hurt when I laughed. Fucking Tasers. "Ow" I said aloud forgetting I was on the phone.

"What?" Jakey asked panic beginning to show in his voice. At least someone still cares about me enough to be concerned for my well fare.

"Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the officer I kicked, tazered me twice." I told him as gently as I could. Fuck me, the pain was starting to kick in, it hurt to even talk. I'm never kicking an officer again if it means not getting tazered again. It hurts way too much. The officer isn't worth that amount of pain. No matter how much he pisses me off.

"No fucking way! They got you twice?" Jake asked wonder filled his voice. "Yupp!" I popped the 'p' then began to tell him how much pain I was currently in because of it "it's worse than getting a period and they hurt like hell. It even hurts to-" I started but Jacob cut me off.

"Talk." He stated, finishing my sentence.

"How do you know?" I asked. Wondering whether, he had assaulted an officer before, like I just did. "I was 8 and I found my dad's taser, so obviously being the child I was, I thought messing with my dad's taser, was a brilliant idea. But I managed to accidently taser myself. I think I cried for 3 hours straight it was that painful. Did you cry?" Jacob asked when he finished his story. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Jake as an 8 year old who accidently tazered himself when messing around with his daddy's taser. "I didn't cry however I did swear a lot." I answered him.

"Tough bitch." Jacob said and I burst into another fit of laughter.

"Stop making me laugh, Jake it hurts way too much." I said seriously.

"Don't worry Bells, I'm on my way now. I'll see ya in a few" Jacob said and hung up on me. I hung up shortly afterwards. I had only been back in my cell for a few minutes when they came back. I was taken to some interrogation room. My side was protesting in pain as I walked, but they couldn't give a damn. Charlie was already in the room when I entered. Great I'm gonna be interrogated by him. Althouh I didn't think that this was normally allowed are you allowed to be interrogated by family members isn't there some sort of law against this? I thought to myself. This is gonna be awesome, did you pick up on the heavy sarcasm in my voice? I wonder.

"Possession of drugs, speeding, assaulting an officer?!" Charlie yelled outraged. His voice was filled in disbelief that I could embarrass him like that. "Who gave you the drugs? Where did you get them?" Charlie asked and I stayed quiet. I refused to answer.

"I don't know." I told him. "So did they magically appear in your truck?." Charlie asked sarcasm filled every word. "Apparently they did." I answered with as much sarcasm as I could muster. Did he really think I was gonna be that much of an idiot as to incriminate myself further. Charlie slammed his hand on the table. Now I had two options, they were either I rat Jake out or I take the blame for something I didn't do. Which would piss Charlie off more? I decided upon the latter option.

"I wasn't given them." I said with a sigh. "I stole them" Charlie looked satisfied at me finally seeming to cooperate that look then turned to horror as he realised what I had admitted to. He was horrified with my answer. Satisfied that I was finally co-operating, and horrified that I had admitted to stealing he realised how bad this situation must've looked upon him. I couldn't have embarrassed him more. I was glad I had made the right decision. He deserves this. The humiliation karma is such a fantastic bitch when she wants to be.

"Well Joe, you can add stealing to her record too." Charlie said annoyed. "Isabella, come to my office." Charlie demanded, in an angry tone, which still sounded professional. I walked to his office as slowly as I could. My sides hurt like hell so I sat down in a chair. He sat down behind his desk and folded his hands. "Isabella Marie Swan" Charlie said stumbling on my middle name and glared. He was ashamed that I was his daughter I could tell.

"That's my name don't wear it out. As its probably the only thing you do know about me. Do you even know how old I am? Or how old Emmett is? What sport he likes? What's my favourite song? When you can barely manage to get my name right" I screamed. Charlie looked like he didn't even care; he was looking at me like I was a psycho. I probably looked like one too but I didn't care.

"Isabella." He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose looking stressed. Oh well. "78 hours of community service and a $7,500 fine. Congratulations you have a police record" Charlie said, with mock enthusiasm. "Great, a how are you would be nice, seeing as one of your cop buddy's tazered me twice!" I said with the same amount of mock enthusiasm.

"I'll pay the fine like any responsible parent would." Charlie said, trying to avoid the subject by looking through a person's record, not even looking at me. "Oh ok your trying to buy your way back into my life is that it?" I said pissed off. He had a fucking nerve. "Who said I wanted to be in your life. I need to focus on my work. You could have worse than a father who bails you out of jail. Isabella." Ouch, that hurt, but then again that's all he ever does. I don't know why I expect something else from him. "I don't want to be bailed out of anything." I said. (AN: Guess which film I took that line from. I dare you!)

"You're pathetic." I said to him. "I'm pathetic? I didn't get knocked up. You're the one who got knocked up at 18." Charlie said back.

Flashback

Positive! The little test said! I started crying, I can't do this! I'm only 18 and I'm carrying Phil's child. A baby that will be born of rape. Why'd he have to rape me? Why me? He has ruined my life. I began sobbing heavily. I did the only thing left that I could do. I left the bathroom and packed my bags. I decided I was going to move to Renee's house. About 2 months into my pregnancy, something went wrong. The baby had died inside my womb. They sliced my stomach open to get him out.

"What do you want to name him?" The doctors kept on pestering and asking. They constantly kept on at me telling me to look at him. Like I hadn't suffered enough. "Why are you doing this to me, I don't want to fucking look at him or name him. His dead" I screamed.

"You have to name him, it's for the gravestone." The doctors said, even though the kid was created through rape, I loved him the first time I saw him on the ultrasound. I said the first name that came to mind "Carter Edward Swan" I said. I thought Carter was out of the room, so when I opened my eyes to see he was still there. I cried he looked so tiny and his body was coloured in different shades of blue and purple. I lost it completely and began to scream. I called Emmett, I was sobbing, telling him that I needed him to come and comfort me in the hospital, but he never came. Story of my life. No-one comes when I need them.

End Flashback

I stormed out of his office pissed off. I slammed the office door behind me, despite the fact that my side was hurting. I ran out of the station, tears starting to swell in my eyes, the tears began to pore over. I saw that Jacob's rabbit (the car, he had built himself), pull up. I hopped into his car.

"Are you ok Bells?" Jacob asked, and his fingers brushed softly against my cheek, wiping away some of the silent tears off in the process. I nodded yes, because, I fear if I spoke then I would start to sob. I closed my eyes trying to calm down.

"It's just Charlie, you know the police chief or something, he's my dad, and he is an asshole. He doesn't give a shit about me or my brother Emmett. When we were little, he was never home, always working. He wouldn't shed one tear if I died. He told me that—that – that he wants me out of his life, so that he can focus on his work." I said, my voice thick with tears.

"You have a brother?" Jacob asked curiosity filling him. "Yea Emmett. You've seen him; he's the muscular tall guy with curly short hair and brown eyes." I said.

"Oh yeah he does look like you. The way that you act towards one another, it just seems like you're enemies." Jake stated. "I fucked things up with him, so he hates my guts." I said this added to the tears that were now falling rapidly.

"Well, my dad Billy, was a police chief too, he was in a high speed race and his car flipped over so now he's in a wheel chair." Jacob said and I saw that there were tears in his eyes too. "Sorry Jake" I said sincerely. Jacob started driving fast like a maniac, but he was no-where close to driving as fast as Edward used to. Edward drove like a maniac or a Formula One driver I could never decide between the two.

"So was it like the movies?" Jacob asked and I chuckled. "No way similar at all. The movies lied. I mean Charlie tried to seem bad ass, but he came off as a poser. They found the drugs I bought from you in my truck, but don't worry I didn't rat you out, I told Charlie I stole them." I said. Thankful that I hadn't ratted him out. "Thanks Bells" Jake said in response as we pulled into the driveway. We had arrived back at the house. It was 10am so I had been gone a whole day practically. "Fuck" I said as I tried to stand and climb out of the car.

"Here I got you." Jacob said. "No I'm fine" I began to protest, but he picked me up anyway. As carefully as he could. Although I cringed a little bit at his touch, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. He hadn't seem to notice my reaction. He put me down at the front porch and gave me a hug before he left.

I walked into the kitchen and was in the process of getting some frozen peas out of the freezer to put on my side to numb it a little. When Jasper walked in the kitchen to make some popcorn, probably for a movie.

"Bella are you ok?" Jasper asked, then I realized that I was still crying and my eyes were probably bloodshot from me crying earlier. "Why would you care?" I asked abruptly. Jasper stayed quiet for a second. "Bella I've known you since I was 5." Jasper said pausing before carrying on with what I assumed he was going to say "although we're not the best of friends.-" Jasper said. I cut him off. "We aren't friends." I said my voice was shaky from the crying and pain. "Anyways I know when you're hurting. So tell me what's wrong?" Jasper asked a little concerned. Why is that? I wonder.

" I visited Charlie." I said my voice was thick with suppressed tears. Why was I telling him this?

"Bella" Jasper said looking like he was about to comfort me and say something else, probably because, he knew how Charlie could be, but then Alice came in glaring at me.

" Jazz get away from the slut. Before she tries to sleep with you too, just like she did when she cheated on Edward, and slept with Rosalie's boyfriend." Alice said with venom in her voice. I don't know what happened but something inside me snapped. Alice had found my breaking point it seems.

"Alice! Shut the fuck up, you don't know what happened. You're going off on what you were told by Rosalie. You don't have all the facts. So you have no right to call me that, when you've probably had sex more times than me. So by calling me a slut, technically you're calling yourself one too. You're the most annoying person I have ever met". I shouted angrily at Alice. Alice and Jasper were beyond shocked.

"Well you're- you're a backstabber." Alice stuttered.

"Oh good comeback I'm so hurt." I said sarcastically and Alice shrieked and ran off and Jasper ran after her I went to the bathroom and pulled out my razor box lifted up my sleeve and cut myself three times. I bandaged myself up. I couldn't walk up the stairs so I put the frozen peas under my shirt on my side and felt instant relief from the burning pain. I took out my journal and wrote.

Dear diary,

I tried to let fate take its course and drive my car off of the road but it didn't work I kicked some officer in the balls and got tazored twice for that. Charlie called me pathetic and didn't even know my full name he doesn't give a shit about me. Jake told me about his dad and I cried not from the tazor pain but from the emotional pain. I stood up for myself today Alice called me a slut and I called her out. Oh yeah So here I am on the couch with peas on my side.

From the Bella that can finally stick up for her self

I put the note Phil gave me in the journal closed and locked it I slowly drifted to sleep on the couch.

What did you think about Bella getting arrested, The Charlie encounter and her sticking up for herself when she and Alice had a fight? I wrote an extra long chapter so please review I hope you liked this chapter. Review! And 10 points for who can guess which film I took that line from and which character said it!