Chapter Two

Being the only one awake on a plane in the middle of the night give you some serious time to think. I never in a million years would have believed that my mother would actually send me away to live with someone else. She loves me. I know she does, but apparently she loves her new husband over her own flesh in blood.

With that thought I threw my chair back into an incline and curled up in a little ball looking out the window. The sky was pitch black, but I can see the stars radiating off their heat. It is almost like I am untouchable up here. I fell in love with flying when I was little. My mom and my dad, Charlie, split up when I was not even old enough to talk. Leaving me to fly to Washington every summer and every other holiday. I don't remember anything about Forks, or the people there. By the time I was twelve my father would meet me in California and we would mini vacation there for the summer. I remember not liking it, and hating my mother for sending me away from her, but now, I think I might actually be okay.

The rest of the flight went well, it was only a three hour flight with one delay at LAX. Getting off the plane in Washington became the tricky part. I looked outside my window and noticed rain, and lots of it. This is ideal weather for a klutz with a death wish. I got my carry on out from above the compartment and walked off the plane. Finding my way to baggage claim where Charlie was supposed to meet me. I waited for an hour, and finally sat down on the bench. It wasn't like him to be late to anything especially when it came to his own daughter. I was about to doze off when two officers pulled me awake.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" The officer said while tightly grasping my forearm. I nodded at the both of them and they smiled.

"I'm Stan and this is Robert. We work with your father. He got held up with a case tonight and sent us over here. He even gave us permission to use our lights to get us here quicker." They both sounded like children with a shiny new police car. I didn't believe them one bit. Back in Phoenix predators would pose as cops to get girls to some with them.

"I don't believe you." I said backing away slowly.

"Well then your one smart girl," The teller one, Robert, smiled at me and ran up to me taking my arm. "if you struggle, it will be considered resisting arrest, and you'll never make it home alive. I will strongly suggest that you shut your mouth or I will be forced to knock you out."

I could feel the tears coming to my eyes but I didn't shed one. I knew I was in trouble, and there was no way I could manage to get out of this one. I took a deep breathe in to let out a scream and before I could even open my mouth. I hit the floor, seeing black.

I woke up the next night cold and wet. I could hear the footsteps above me, and I automatically assumed it was a basement. I sat up on the cold cement underneath me and ran my fingers through my hair. I needed a way out. I had to find that way out no matter what it took. I looked around realizing that there was no window, and only one metal door that looked bolted shut. I laid back down and listened to the voices that came echoing from up stairs. They all casually talked. There were more voices then I could possibly imagine. It almost sounded like a party. I walked up the stairs to the door and started screaming for help. I knew they herd me, every voice in the house got quite. I couldn't even hear whispers. I hit the door with my fist and screamed one last time before I turned around and sat on the steps. I never wanted to be at Charlies so badly in my whole entire life. I have no idea how long I sat like that, the metal door became warm with the heat coming off of my body. I saw the pinks and oranges of the sun shining through a crack in the outside wall. I have always loved mornings, but right now I dreaded another day in this hell hole.

I managed to move my statue body down the stairs and across the room to where I saw the light shining in from. I stood there soaking up as little gaze as I could. Remembering what I learned in Environmental Science before the mistake of coming here: Not enough sunlight exposure can make you depressed, too much of it can curse you with death.

The metal door flung open making a loud noise as it hit the wall. I took a deep breathe in and out before my mind slipped into a panic attack. A mans silhouette formed at the top of the stairs.

"Isabella, you need to get where I can see you or I am coming down there to move you myself." I recolonized his voice. It was the calmer of the voices I heard the previous night. Even though his voice was calm. I was too scared to move, or even speak. "I'll give you two minutes to be on the fifth step of the stairs, then I am going to shut this door for another two hours." His shadow disappeared and I was finally able to move my feet. I walked over to the light streaming down from the floor above. Walked up to the fifth step, and waited for the door to swing open again.

Author Note: I know it wasn't what everyone expected. It isn't even what I expected. Life moves on. I can write better when my characters are in horrible situations though. Peace, love, and lemons. - Malloryy. Ps. I own nothing twilight.