The entire plane ride to Seattle, I cried silently. I just let the tears run down my face, every once in a while I would brush them away. I accepted the aspirin and water from the flight attendant. She came back about every ten minutes of the entire two hour and forty-five minute trip. Every time she came back to see me, she always had something with her; whether it was peanuts, pretzels, water, tissues, something. I was incredibly grateful to her and told her so often. When we reached Seattle, I thanked the attendant once more and proceeded to get off the plane. I had to run to catch my connecting flight to Port Angeles.
I had five minutes until I had to board. I whipped out my cell phone and called my Dad. He answered after two rings this time.
"Bells!?" he sounded frantic.
"Yeah, Dad, it's me. I'm about to get onto my flight to Port Angeles. I should be there in about an hour."
"Isabella Marie Swan! You just left? You didn't even tell your mother that you were leaving! What has gotten into you?" he sounded mad, but at the same time happy.
"Dad, I'll try to explain when I see you. I promise."
"Okay, Bells, I guess. I'll call your mom and tell her that you're staying here. But I want a full explanation young lady!"
"Ok dad, I have to go, my plane is boarding. I'll see you in an hour. I love you, bye!" I quickly closed me phone as I boarded my plane.
One Hour Later
"Bella!" I heard my name.
"Dad!" I ran to my father and hugged him, despite how I presently felt about men and their arms or any other part of their body for that matter. I had missed my father.
He took my bag and we left for his…our house in Forks. I fell asleep on the way there, and before I knew it, I was being shaken awake. I jumped up and yelled. I thought that I was back in my bed in Phoenix and that it was Phil shaking me awake for more of his 'happy time.' I shuddered, but realized that I was hundreds of miles away from him, in Forks, Washington, with my father.
"Come on, Bells, I want to hear why you just took off like that. Not that I don't want you here. I love that you're here!" he said,
"Yeah, well, when you find out why I'm here, you won't be so happy," I told him.
His face fell and he led the way into the small kitchen that hadn't changed in the years since he and my mother moved here.
"Sit down, Dad,"
"What's going on, Bells?" he asked me. His expression was guarded and wary.
"Dad, why do you think that I didn't come back to see you after mom and Phil got married?" I asked him.
"I figured that you wanted to spend some time with them,"
"Dad, what I'm going to tell you now, is not going to make you happy. Honestly, you're gonna be horrified, and pissed, and I wouldn't blame you if you hated me and were disgusted with me forever. And for what I'm about to tell you, I'm so sorry for daddy," I used daddy, only because he deserved it, because he was my daddy. He loved me the right way.
"Bella, you're not pregnant are you?" he asked looking pale.
"No, Dad, I honestly wish I could be. I can't get pregnant anymore!" I began to cry. I didn't want to tell my father this. No father should have to go through this.
"Dad-"
"Bella, no matter what you did, or no matter what happened, I will always love you, honey. Always; nothing you do or say will ever change that." He stopped talking abruptly waiting for my answer.
"Dad, since the night that mom and …her husband…came back from their honeymoon, well…." Tears began to spill over my eyelids. I brushed them away quickly. Then a sob escaped my chest. "He raped me. Every single night, sometimes even when mom was home!!! I was gonna come here, and just live here, and not tell you. You shouldn't have to deal with this too, but I had to tell you. I want revenge. I want him to pay for what he's done to me the past several years." I began to sob into my arms and he got down on his knees in front of me with his arms on my shoulders.
I flinched away and then looked down, and it was my father. I began to sag as I sobbed into his shoulder.
"Bella, I swear to God that I will do whatever I possibly can to put that man behind bars. I promise you baby, I will do everything. God, I'm so sorry that that ever happened to you. If I had any idea…" He seemed to be choking on his words. He was obviously picturing what all of this meant. He hugged me to him.
"Why now, Bella? Why didn't you come to me when it first happened? Dammit! I could have stopped all of this then!"
"Dad, I was afraid. I was younger, and scared, and he made mom happy!" I wailed. "And then, last night, it was worse than normal, and I just knew I had to get out, and stop it somehow. I'm so, so sorry!" I sobbed against his chest.
"Oh, honey, Bells, I, I want you to go up to your room and sleep. I'm going to go talk to my lawyer and see what can and will be done about this! I promise I'll put him away, Bells." With that, he walked out of the house and started up the cruiser and went to find his lawyer.
Me, I dragged myself up the stairs and fell into bed and slept through the night.
The next day:
I woke up to the smell of bacon, and not Phil's body. Thank God I left. I carefully walked downstairs and saw a woman in the kitchen. I did not know that my father had a girlfriend. Well, good for him; he deserved some happiness as well. I knew that I hadn't made any noise, but the woman turned around, looking at me expectedly.
This woman had caramel colored hair, and eyes. She was beautiful, and she looked motherly.
"Bella, dear, you're up. I heard that you were in town to visit your father. He was talking to my husband. Now, he was worried about you, and he called to ask me if I would come over and spend some time with you. He didn't want you to be alone. You see, my husband, Carlisle is a doctor. He's going to be examining you later on today. My name is Esme Cullen, by the way."
She talked a lot, but there was a lot of explaining to be done. I smiled politely; she was so kind, and I didn't want to seem rude.
"Mrs. Cullen, I-"
"Please, call me, Esme." She said.
"Esme, I don't know what you're talking about; I haven't made any appointments with any hospital."
She stood up and put a few pieces of bacon and a scoop of scrambled eggs on a plate. She sat it in front of me and gave me a fork, looking at me expectedly.
"Bella, honey, you have to be examined for when you go to court. I hope that you don't mind your father telling me. I was with Carlisle at the time, and you need to be examined to assess any damage that has been done to you. Bella, I promise you, that we will never let him anywhere near you ever again." She grabbed me up in a soft hug. Her body was freezing, I wondered if I should turn the furnace up. In the end, I put my arms around her and began to cry.