The sun shined down upon my pale complex as I soaked up the last of it's sun setting rays. My back yard was my own sanctuary in the middle of the desert. I spent sixteen years here. Phoenix is my home, and I would never forget that. The orange complexion of the sky castes illusions upon the sand, painting the prettiest pictures of pinks, reds and oranges. The darker it got, the cooler it also got. I grabbed my blanket and the few pillows I brought outside, and went back into the house that was no longer my home. The kitchen light replaced the setting sun, and the blaring TV replaced the calming sound of coyotes and the still desert wind. Hill and my mom Renee were both sitting in the study waiting to have the conversation I have been dreading for the past few months. I tried to sneak past unnoticed, but stumbling over my own two feet and being clumsy caught me.

"Isabella, We really need to talk to you. You need to join us." Phil stated his authority right away. It wasn't that I didn't like Phil. It was the simple fast that he tried harder to be my father than my actual father did. I dropped my belongings outside the door and walked into the study with my eyes set on my mothers face.

"Then lets talk." I settled down into the love seat by my mother and laid my head back on the cushion. "Lets talk about how your sending me away to from the only home I have ever known, and the both of you are agreeing to it!" My mothers eyes shot down to the ground as soon as I finished my statement.

"You won't talk to us in this manner Isabella. We are your parents, and we are not sending you away. Your disrespect for your mother, and your 'I don't give a fuck' attitude is what is sending you away."

I glared at him, waiting for my mothers head to pop up, but it never did. I took a deep breathe in and nudged my mother in a way Phil wouldn't notice. She finally picked her head up looking to Phil and always looking at me for the corner of her eye. "Do you have anything to say mom?" I made her look at me. I needed her to look at me. I had to know that this wouldn't last forever, and that I would be home soon.

She simply shook her head. "Bella, I love you more than anything in the world. You and Phil are my family" of course she had to throw Phil's name into the equation."But you have to go live with your father. Phil has spring training in Florida next month, and we can't take you with us, or leave you here by yourself. You really have no other choice."

"I can't believe that is the only thing you have to say to me. You don't have to go to Florida! It's not like Phil will ever make the major leagues, non the less the minor leagues! Your moving away from Phoenix for no apparent reason your making a huge mistake!" I was up on my feet screaming by this point. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me. She knew I hated Forks, Washington as much as she did. My mothers face was cradled in her hands, which rested upon her knees. I knew she was crying but I honestly didn't care. She knew I was right, but she couldn't do anything about it because of her obsessed and possessive husband. "Isabella, I think it's time for you to finishing packing. I'll be up in your room in two hours to bring your bag down stairs, and then we'll hit the road"

I grabbed my belongings outside of the study and ran upstairs to my room. I turned my music as loud as it can go, and balled my eyes out for the hour and a half it took me to finish packing. I knew if my mother never married Phil I would never be on a plane, to Washington to live with my father, at midnight tonight. I knew she didn't want me to go, and I also knew that if she had her way, none of this would ever be happening. She loved me, and wanted me to be happy, but there was another love, stronger than the one she had for her own daughter that I couldn't compete with.

As she promised she came up to my room exactly two hours later to get my bags that were waiting for her by my door.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" she asked me. It was a typical question a mother would ask when their child when leaving home for the first time.

"No, Why bring summer clothes to Washington state when it rains for more then half the year, and when it doesn't rain it snows" I tried my hardest to sound serious, but she knew my approach and started laughing along with me.

"Come on, lets get you to the air port. I have something for you when we get there."

Phil was already tucked away in bed by the time we pulled out the drive way. Not even a goodbye or a hug from him, and to me that was normal. The forty five minute drive to the airport was easy, and quick. That's why we got a midnight flight out. We got my ticket, and because I was a minor, my mom walked me to the gate and waited for my plane with me.

"I'll miss you Bella, I hope you know that" she grabbed onto my had and squeezed it.

"I know that mom, I just wish you didn't choose him over me."

"I wish that too. Here" She said, pulling a car out of her pocket. "It's says it's from the both of us, but it's basically all from me. I opened the card and out fell a Visa credit card. "You can buy new clothes! I'll fill it when ever you need the money, and there should be enough on there to get you a new car, and a new wardrobe. That's where Phil helped out. He wants you to be happy as much as I want you to. So, please get what ever you want."

I was in shock, and in tears. I knew that there was still some salvation in my mother. "Thanks, Now I look forward to experiencing sixty degree weather in the spring." She smiled at me and I smiled back.

"AIR ALASKA, FLIGHT 493 TO TACOMA WASHINGTON IS NOW BOARDING, PLEASE COLLECT ALL YOUR CARRY ON ITEMS, AND HAVE YOUR TICKETS READY AT THE TERMINAL." the loud speaker sounded off.

"I guess this is it." I said while hugging my mother.

"Yea, I guess it is. Give Charlie a hug for me, and tell him I love him and always will." She grabbed me tighter, and her tears were freely rolling down her face.

"It's going to be okay, I should be the one crying right now, not you. Don't worry I'll tell dad." I knew I wouldn't tell him, but I'll give him that hug from her. I loosened my moms grip on me and walked towards the clerk taking up the tickets. I steeped onto the platform and turned around to see my mother holding all her emotions back and waving to me. I walked onto the plane and found my seat as quickly as I could. The four hour flight to Tacoma International was going to be the easiest part of this journey. I laid my head on the freezing glass window and closed my eyes. I felt streams of water pouring down my cheeks and at that very second the flight departed and took off into the air.