AN: Hey so sorry for the wait. School has been hell. But I will try to get out more chapters from now on. I am thinking about changing this story to M because of the language and some of the content. Tell me what you think. And I have gotten reviews (not enough) about Charlie. I have decided to leave Charlie's fate in your hands. I put up a poll so read and then vote.

Disclaimer: blah blah I don't own Edward blah blah only in my dreams blah blah belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Everybody got it? Good now read.

Bella P .o. v.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Damn he's dead. Oh well he should not have pissed me off. Oh my god what am I saying I just killed my father. Oh my god what have I done. So what who the fuck cares? Wait no I do care. Something is wrong with me. I have to get out of here. I have to go. I dropped Charlie's body to the floor and raced to my bedroom. I quickly grabbed a bag and started to stuff it with clothes and other necessities. I reached under my mattress and grabbed my emergency stash of money. I put on my jacket, grabbed my keys and returned downstairs where Charlie was on the floor where I left him.

"I am so sorry dad." I said as I left out the door towards my truck. I have to go. I can't stay here. I can't risk hurting anyone else. And it's just a matter of time before someone finds Charlie. Either way if I stay here I'm screwed.

I drove my truck as fast as I could toward the airport. I remember something about the Cullen's having a home in Denali. There is a good chance they are there.

Once I reached the airport parking lot and parked my truck I grabbed my bag out the passenger seat and went inside. After standing in the ticket line for about ten minutes it was finally my turn. The lady at the desk look to be in her mid-forties with an ugly ass eighties hair-do. She had to have used about five cans of hairspray on that mountain. Shit. Doesn't she now she's killing the fucking ozone layer.

"Welcome to Port Airlines." Oh my! Her voice. It's so…high, squeaky, and irritating. "My name is Egelet." Damn, who fucked up her name? "What can I help you with today?"

You can shut the hell up because your damn voice is making my ears bleed. I wanted to say that so bad but I really need to get to the point so I can get out of here.

"I need one ticket to Denali." I said.

"Are you eighteen or over?"

"No." What the hell is with the Q and A?

"Do you have permission or a parent accompanying you?" She asked.

"No." I said. Didn't I just ask for "one" ticket?

"I'm sorry I can't allow you to board the plane alone without permission. I need either consent from a parent or guardian. Or someone to accompany you." She said.

What the hell is she talking about? Kids and teens get on planes all the time.

"Can you please just give me a ticket? I really have to get somewhere." I asked really frustrated.

"No can do sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart I don't even fucking know you. I want to see your manager."

"Sure. Just a minute."

When she returned she was followed by a man who looked to be in his fifties. He had a very noticeable bald spot in the middle of his head. And his hairline was receding. It was so far back it looked as if it was running away from his face.

"Miss what seems to be the problem?" He asked.

"The problem is I need a ticket to Denali. And this dumb bimbo won't give it to me."

"I'm sure Egelet has informed you that parental permission is required at this airport."

Once again I felt the painful knots form in my stomach. I knew that if I didn't get to Denali soon something would happen.

"Look here. Give me the damn ticket and I won't hurt you." I said completely fed up with this airport and all of its rules. The manager just looked at me then toward the security desk.

"I'm sorry miss but you either abide by these rules or I get security. So take your pick or just leave before I have to make you." He said. He was trying to sound all manly and not scared. I can see straight through him. Right now he is scared shitless. Once again the pain returned. The unbearable hunger was almost too much to endure. My stomach clenched and my throat grew dry as my heart sped up.

"Look here you son of a bitch. I killed my parent so there is no way for you to get permission from him now is there? So for the last time, give me the damn ticket or you will be next." I shouted at him. He seamed very scared by now. He reached over with shaky hands and grabbed the ticket. Slowly he slid the ticket across the counter all while never breaking eye contact with me. What the hell? Did I grow a second head or something?

"Thank you." I said "Have a nice short life." I said just to shake him up a bit. By now he's probably pissing his pants. As I was walking where I was to board my plane I checked my watch and realized I had another twenty minutes before I had to board the plane. So I decided to go to the bathroom. I walked through the crowded hallways and as soon as people looked at my face they couldn't stop staring at me. Damn am I that ugly. Once I reached the women's bathroom the few women that were in there looked at me and ran out the bathroom. One lady didn't even wash here hands. Ill. Whatever, at least I have the bathroom to myself. I did my business and walked toward the sink. I watched my hands and fished around in my bag for a brush. When I finally did I looked up at the mirror and dropped the brush to the floor out of shock. I blinked a few times and leaned closer to the mirror. My eyes were scary. In my outer eye where it's usually white was completely black. And my inner eye that was always a deep brown had turned bright blood red. No wonder everyone was staring at me and the manager suddenly got so scared. Shit I couldn't stop staring at myself. When I was able to break my gaze from the mirror I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the bathroom. As I walked I kept my head down and let my hair cover my face. I hurried toward the nearest gift shop and grabbed the darkest pair of sunglasses I could find. I had no time to pay for them because I had to get to my plane. It's not like the cashier is paying attention anyway. I ran to the boarding site and showed the lady at the desk my ticket and she let me through. After finding my seat and putting my bag in the over-head cabinet I crashed down into the seat out of pure exhaustion. I put my head back and just relaxed, until I heard a male voice.

'Damn she's hot this is going to be the best plane trip ever.'

I looked over to see some ugly ass guy who looked about twenty-eight or something staring at me practically drooling.

'Oh shit she's looking at me. I hope she likes what she's seeing. Maybe she would like to join the mile high club.'

His lips didn't even move not even a little.

What. The. Fuck?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

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Ok Please review. I haven't gotten that many lately. Also there are a few things wrong with Bella maybe it's the hormones and mood swings or is it something else? The first two people to guess the two problems correctly will get a part in this story. So review review review.