Chapter 1.
"What a lovely day."
Most people would say this if they saw how the clouds were positioned and how the sun shined today, but to me those clouds were obstacles, hiding the sun for a mere few seconds until the sun beamed at me and shined its ugly glow in my face. Some people also say hate is a strong word, which is why I say with no hesitation, I hate the sun. Period. But other than that, today was just another day. Forks Washington was known for rain, which is a fact I hold near and dear to my heart.
In fact, I would have ran long before now if it wasn't for the rain. But of course I had to go to the police station and speak to my father, and because I was the luckiest girl in the world he was testing new recruits. So he was outside. In the sun. Perfect.
But first I had to make a phone call, my dad would just have to wait. I dialed it by heart and heard the voiemail automatically, and after the beep I only said three words.
"Pick it up." And added one for good measure. "Now." It didn't take but about four seconds to get another voice there with me.
"Sorry. I thought it was Angela again. Girl's crazy."
"Shut it." I snapped, I didn't need his excuses. But I felt guilty, so I said, "I'm sorry. That was rude."
"Yes."
I sighed. "I needed to hear your voice, it's been too long... "
" I know, Bells." His husky voice whispered. " So, may I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"I know you'll hate me for asking, but are you sure you want to check tonight, I mean it's going to take alot of work, can't we just forget about him. It was just one ki-" I hung up on him without even realizing.
My breath was sharp, and I was still upset more than ever. He was going to pay for that. I threw on a pair of jeans and got in my car. I decided on my way to the station that I shouldn't have called. I pulled into my favorite place. The only one with year round shade.
I walked as fast as I could over the hot pavement to the inside station. I walked through the station, all eyes on me, not because I was the chiefs daughter, but because I was notorious for being "bad" in the opinion of social standards, so everyone watched me because at any time I might just shoot someone.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking right through the back door.
I felt the heat like a ton of bricks, all collapsing at once on me. Charlie (my father) was there. Even he didn't understand why I despised the sun. No one did, and no one would ever, except for-
"Bells, I wasn't expecting you till noon. It's 10:30. What's the rush?" He interupted my train of thought with his foolish gestures. The man expected me to come at the hottest part of the day. What a moronic thing to think.
"Nothing." I lied, a blank stare I knew too well forming on my face. "Really, I just wanted to talk to you sooner." My stare wavered, but stayed intact. My dad wasn't a bad cop, he could tell a lie from a million miles away.
"Okay," he agreed, preparing to interrogate me. "How do you like Forks so far? Any friends?" He gave that stare to which I knew that the second question was, 'Please tell me you haven't hooked up with someone yet? And if you have, lie to me.'
And trust me, I never ceased to fail him.
"It's okay, I guess. And no Charlie, I haven't." I gave the same exact stare back which indicated, 'Yes, I know what you were trying to ask, and there's my answer. Take it or leave it.' Me and my father definitely had a way with communicating.
"Okie Dokie then," seeming satisfied, " I guess you can go." I turned quickly, burning up under the rays.
He quickly added, "Oh, and Bella, you don't have to come by the station regularly anymore. I trust you enough, just don't get into trouble. And don't go to any clubs or anything, you know what happened in New York when you started hanging out with that grou-"
"DAD! STOP NOW." I screeched, getting attention from everyone on the field. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. My mind was racing from adreniline, and he knew he had crossed a line and walked away. And so did I.
I went to my car, turned the AC on high, and blasted the first CD I could find. I had to get away, I had an appointment tonight. And I knew it would end bad, so I understood I had to enter there with a even head. And the memories of New York and himwere anywhere but close to even. I raced home, turned out all the lights out and put a blanket over my head and waited in the dark. I hid. It was my nature, and no matter how much I tried, it always would be.
I grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV to the first channel. And wouldn't you know it, the musical Annie is on again. I turned it off automatically and came back to the peace and quiet of the darkness.