Still don't own twilight

CHAPTER 2
TOMMOROW IS JUST ANOTHER DAY

"WHAT?!" I screeched. "mom why? What did I do?"

"Bella calm down -" my mom tried.

"no why should calm down when my mom is shipping me off to the one place I hate more than anywhere else! No offence Charlie. Its nothing to do with you."

"Bella you are out of control I don't know what to do with you anymore. You come home all hours of the morning, you drink, you may even be into drugs!" she was nearing hysteria now, "and god knows where you got that damn tattoo at your age! I can't take it anymore Bella and I think some time away from your friends would help."

"mom please," I begged, "you don't understand. I can't go back there, I just can't."

"Bella don't make this harder than it has to be. I don't want to send you away but its hurting more to watch you waste yourself this way."

I could see that there was no way I was going to win.

"when do I leave?" I asked in defeat.

"Charlie is staying over tonight and your leaving first thing in the morning." mom told me relieved that I had seemed to have given up.

"how did you get a flight so quickly?" then I realised. They had been planning this. I was fuming.

"why didn't you tell me sooner? At least give me time to say goodbye to my friends. To cal."

"we were afraid that you might try to run away Bella." my mom said clearly in pain.

I did feel a little guilty. But to tell the truth the pain I had been through had hardened my heart. I could see my bags had already been packed, so I made sarcastic comment as I went to my room to call bambi.

"where am I going to run to? Grandma Marie?" (my grandma Marie died when I was about 12).

***

I called bambi and soon after callan.

They both came to say bye to me the next morning, I was going to miss them, they had filled some of the whole in my life, that had been there since my birthday last September. It was now march.

It was 2pm and our plane landed in Seattle about half an our ago, we were in the car on our way to the place I once called home. Forks.

Charlie tried making conversation with me but it was mostly just awkward silences.

It wasn't that awkward for me, just annoying.

"so… your hair looks different." he tried awkwardly.

I thought to myself sarcastically, oh yeah I was worried about people not noticing the now light shade of blonde my hair was. but I knew better than to say that so I just replied with a simple "yeah." and went back to staring out the window.

Within another hour we passed the 'welcome to forks' sign and I sighed heavily. I was dreading this. It reminded me of last year when I first moved hear, before I had met any of them my life was so simple and easy.

When Charlie had parked in the driveway and I noticed that my big red truck was still here waiting for me it cheered me up a bit. The old Bella was still in here, even though I buried her deep she was always there, the Bella that loved the Cullens to no end and her big red truck and even the forests of forks she called home. déjà vu I thought, just like last time.

Charlie must've noted the change in my expression "I didn't know if you'd be coming back and I didn't know if you still wanted it."

I decided to drop my stone cold act and said "are you kidding Charlie, it's the perfect thing to cheer me up. Thanks for keeping her."

Charlie brought my bags in and I sat down in the kitchen. I remembered the first time Edward had been in hear…

"how often did you spy on me?" I asked casually.

"hmmm?" he sounded as if I had pulled him from some other train of thought.

I still didn't turn around "how often did you come here?"

"I come here almost every night."

I whirled, stunned "why?"

"you're interesting when you sleep." he spoke matter-of-factly. "you talk."

"no!" I gasped. Heat flooding my face all the way to my hairline. I gripped the kitchen counter for support. I knew I talked in my sleep, of course; my mother teased me about it. I hadn't thought it was something I needed to worry about here, though.

His expression shifted instantly to chagrin. "are you very angry with me?"

"that depends!" I felt and sounded like I'd had the breath knocked out of me.

He waited.

"on?" he urged.

"what you heard!" I wailed.

Instantly, silently, he was at my side, taking my hands carefully in his. "don't be upset!" he pleaded. He dropped his face to the level of my eyes, holding my gaze. I was embarrassed. I tried to look away.

"you miss your mother," he whispered. "you worry about her. And when it rains, the sound makes you restless. You used to talk about home a lot, but it's less often now. Once you said, 'it's too green.'" he laughed softly, hoping, I could see, not to offend me further.

"anything else?" I demanded.

He knew what I was getting at. "you did say my name," he admitted.

I sighed in defeat. "a lot?"

"how much do you mean by 'a lot', exactly?"

"oh no!" I hung my head.

He pulled me against his chest, softly, naturally.

"don't be self-conscious," he whispered in my ear. "if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."

Then we both heard the sound of tires on the brick driveway.

"Bella? Bella? Did you hear me kiddo?" Charlie pulled me away from my memories.

"what dad?"

"do you want the bags in your room or should I just leave 'em down here?"

"could you take them up for me, I'm not going up there yet." I wasn't ready to face that room, where we had spent so many nights. I wasn't about to admit that to Charlie, I would put it off for as long as possible.

"sure hon." he said as he carried them through.

I spent the rest of the night watching TV with Charlie.

When I did finally go to my room, there was a burning ache in my chest. An ache I willed to go away with all my heart, I would not let it drag me down and mess me up like that again.

I pulled myself together and unpacked my things. I went to bed and cried myself to sleep. Déjà vu again, exactly as it was when I first came back here last year.

Well tomorrow is just another day.