BPOV

Spending my summer working as a receptionist at Forks Police station was not how I had envisioned spending the months off before going off to college.

Charlie, my Dad had decided to use me and my services for some of Ms Stanley's maternity cover.

Or how I like to call it, free labour.

I know that I shouldn't complain, he was paying my college fees and its not like I had any people waiting for me to do anything with here anyway.

Being the daughter of the local Chief of Police tends to have that affect on the social life.

Meaning that I didn't have one.

The small bell above the door rang, signalling the arrival of someone.

Finally something to do.

Being as this town was so small and everyone knew everyone very little crime ever actually took place.

This lead me to spend the hours here bored out of my mind.

However I found that the smile I had forced upon my face to great them instantly fell when I saw who it was that had walked through the door.

"Hi, is Charlie around?" she flipped her long hair over her shoulder as her eyes darted everywhere but at me.

There was no way that she had any idea who I was and it hurt.

There shouldn't be a reason for her to know though, the last time she had set her eyes upon me it had been my third birthday.

I was still in diaper's when she left.

Her hair was a lot longer and lighter than I remembered from the pictures.

Finding my voice "No, he's out" Which was not a lie, he was next door at the diner getting coffee.

She began cursing and pacing in front of the desk.

"You call him" she shouted "Call him"

I could not believe this.

How dare she just walk in here and demand to see my Dad like this after fifteen years.

Wondering if this had happened before and he had just not told me I quickly sent him a text to inform him that he had a visitor.

She continued to pace and I took the opportunity to look at her more closley.

I noticed not only the changes to her hair but that she was also painfully skeletal.

Time had not been her friend.

Her face had aged, looking more like a woman in her late fifties than she should in her thirties. Wrinkles had riddled her face and she also had what looked like long scars across her left cheek and neck.

Once again the door opened with the signal of the small bell above it.

"Bella, this had better be important I was... Renee?" he froze mid-step with a take-out cup of coffee in his grasp as he looked at his ex- wife.

She though turned away from him and was now staring at me "Isabella, is that you?"

Looking as though she was about to move towards me Charlie took action and jumped in between us.

"What are you doing here Renee?" he demanded.

I couldn't stand being in the same room and witness her so quickly packed away my finished book and cell phone into my bag.

"Isabella!" she sounded almost hysterical "It's me"

This was all starting to make me feel sick.

"You do not get to talk to her" My dad always stood up for me, and he was not about to let her talk to me when he knew how I felt about her.

In my younger years we had a few heart to heart talks about her and we both knew where we stood in regards to the egg donor.

Although he didn't approve of me calling her that.

"You can't tell her what to do Charles" he dropped his full cup of coffee into the trash can and grabbed a hold of her tiny fists as they ponded on his chest.

"I know my daughter"

"Our daughter!" she spat, literally spat in his face.

As it dripped down the side of his nose he threatened her "Do that again and I'm putting you in a cell"

This seemed to calm her down somewhat, although she was still struggling to free her wrists.

"Now what the hell are you doing here?" he demanded once again.

I had stopped in my hast to escape this confrontation, although I had no actual interest in her I did want to to know what had caused this visit. One word kept running through my mind was, money.

"I need help" she cried "Far, far away" what?

"What kind of help?" his voice soften, only slightly.

"No!" It was my turn to talk now "Your not helping her Dad!"

"Bells" he shot me a pleading look over his shoulder.

"No Dad, she does not get to come here after this long and do this" I clutched my bag to my chest, trying to hold back tears.

"I am your mother young lady" she sniffed "Its going to happen soon"

As she said those words I could not help but let out my own somewhat hysterical laugh "You are not my mother, your nothing but a egg donor"

"Bells, go home now"

"I don't.."

"Home, I'll bring some pizza back for dinner after I have taken care of this"

"This?" Renee began shrieking "I am a person Charles!" she carried on talking hysterically to him, but I blocked it out as I fled to the sanctuary of my truck.

Charlie didn't come home until almost nine that evening.

Three hours later than usual.

As promised, even though it was way past dinner time he brought us a large meat lovers pizza to share.

He was staying quiet as he ate, well quieter than usual for Charlie Swan. I knew it was his way of prosponing the inevitable conversation, about her.

"What did she want?" I asked taking the last slice from my half of the pizza.

"It doesn't matter" His eyes stayed trained on his plate as they had since we began eating.

"It was money wasn't it?" Cringing as I ask. What else could she want?

"I did not give that woman a dime" He finally looked at my face, and I knew there was something else.

"But?" because I knew there was one from that look.

"But, I put her on a plane back to where she came from" I didn't need to ask where, because I simply didn't care "She is not a well woman" he added under his breath.

"And that's it?" I was slightly shocked.

If she had come all the way out here.

To a town she despised. Or so she proclaimed when she fled all those years ago. Why had she left so easily today?

"I am not giving her anything and she is aware of that" Shaking his head, his eyes found his plate once again.

"What did you mean about her not being well?" It must of been bad for her to come here.

"She wouldn't tell me, she was going on and on about people on the inside would know if she told me anything" he threw down his napkin into the now empty pizza box "To be honest I think she has lost her damn mind. She kept talking about getting away, and that Phil would help" Who?

"Who's Phil?"

"Her new husband apparently" I let out a breath I was unaware I was holding. Part of me thought it could be her child. Which would of made them my brother. Technically half brother.

"What?" I couldn't believe it "If she has him why did she come to you, she must be insane" I mutter.

"I don't know Bells, she is pretty messed up" he stood up, taking the box over to the trash "You don't need to worry about her, she is gone and won't be bothering us again"

"You really didn't give her any money?" I just couldn't believe that she would leave what seemed so easily without what she had come for. That and she was't going to come back? Something was not sitting right with me about this whole situation.

"No" he wrapped his arms around my shoulders "life is too short to worry about Renee and what she gets up to. My girl is going to college in a couple of weeks"

"Dad" I groaned in his arms "Don't go getting all soft on me"

"My lil' ivy leaguer" he rubbed his knuckles on the top of my head "I'm so proud of you"

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