Magic Bullet

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Ch. 1: Here I go again…

Bella POV

The fifteen-passenger chatter plane landed at the Port Angeles Airport approximately two hours late. Engine trouble at SEATAC Airport up in Seattle and a problem passenger were the cause of the delay. I called Charlie to let him know what happened. He thought it was hilarious. God, I hated to fly…at least when I'm not the pilot.

Charlie stood in the middle of the terminal and scanned the arriving passengers. "Bella," he yelled when I came in from the tarmac. We both weaved our way through the crowd, until we were in front of each other. He crushed me a tight hug before he released me.

"Hey, Ch-dad," I stammered. We were in public so I really shouldn't call him Charlie. I'd need to see how I felt about it in the morning. He gathered up my two suitcases and led me out to his Police Cruiser. It figured that he would be working on the day that I returned. Charlie was the Police Chief of Forks, Washington, and he took his job seriously. It was both his wife and mistress. Maybe that was why his marriage failed. No, Renee was a bloody harpy who cared about nothing except her own selfish needs.

We got into the car and made the hour-long trip back to Forks, and I asked if my babies had arrived. Charlie explained that he enrolled me in High School and that I started tomorrow morning. Then he spewed some crap about a curfew, rules and chores. I commented about how much he was enjoying this. "Payback is a bitch," was his only reply. After that, he confirmed that my babies had in fact arrived that morning and we fell into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the trip.

I guess that I was exhausted from the trip because my mind wasn't firing on all cylinders. My brain finally kicked into gear and processed the clues my senses had pumped into it. Charlie reeked of cologne; he never wore the stuff. His hair was slightly tousled; he always kept it meticulously combed. His body was ramrod straight; normally it was more relaxed, even when he working. There was a make-up smudge on the collar of his t-shirt. All of which added up to one thing; Charlie had a girlfriend. It's about damn time, too. I pretended not to have noticed, so he wouldn't be embarrassed.

Charlie must have been excited about my return because the house looked completely different when we pulled into the driveway. New stainless steel seamless siding had been added to exterior and all of the windows looked as if they had been replaced by those triple pane ones that are supposed to cut down on your heating and cooling bills. I ran inside and found the interior had been redone as well. All the walls had a fresh coat of ivory paint. There were new energy efficient appliances and a comfortable looking living room set. I could tell that Charlie's pride and joy was the new entertainment center with the 52 inch plasma television.

I was exhausted from my trip and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep. Charlie noticed me sway and helped me up to my room and watched as I collapsed onto the bed and crawled under the covers. Oblivion claimed me when my head hit the pillow. He left my suitcases by the dresser and tiptoed out of the room.

I awoke with a start, a thick cloying feeling the only evidence that I had been having a nightmare. The clock on the nightstand read 3 a.m., my brain finally caught up with my senses and I could hear the faint sounds of moaning coming from across the hall. There was no way that I would be able to get back to sleep knowing that Charlie had snuck is new girlfriend into the house to have sex with her. It looked like there were two choices, I could go for a jog or I could interrupt the activities going on across the hall. While I rummaged around for something to wear, a third option occurred to me and I knew what I would do.

The door to Charlie's room opened soundlessly and did not alert the couple that was otherwise occupied to my presence. Unfortunately, for all of us, I knew that they were both close to climaxing. Just before they reached the point of no return, I struck.

"CHARLES IGNATIUS SWAN! I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THAT! HOW DARE YOU BRING A CHEAP HARLOT INTO MY HOME TO FORNICATE WITH," I yelled, which caused the two people in bed to jump up. It was almost funny to watch them fall over themselves as they scrambled to find clothes to wear.

Charlie was mortified as he gazed at my furious expression and quickly looked away. Therefore, he didn't see the humor behind it, but his girlfriend did. I noticed the wicked glint in her eyes and knew that she was going to play along with me. I almost felt sorry for my son, the poor bastard had no clue what was about to happen…

Leah Clearwater ended up being quite charming. She was nothing like Renee and was actually perfect for Charlie. Eventually I laid down on the couch and got a couple more hours of sleep before I had to get ready for school. My son had been ever so helpful by picking up my schedule, books, map and a new student form that needed to be signed by all my teachers before he retrieved me from the airport yesterday. That meant that I could sleep a little longer.

I changed into my leather hip-huggers, blue corset top and chunky-heeled ankle boots. A leather jacket, with complete set of "bush pilot" wings, and some aviator shades completed the outfit. All my stuff was packed into my saddlebags, so I hopped onto my vintage Indian motorcycle and raced to school. Everyone stared at me as I parked my bike under the overhang by the cafeteria and dismounted. God, I love to make an entrance. With saddlebags thrown over my left shoulder, I sauntered into my Home Room. Here I go again, I thought as the teacher took attendance.