I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER, I AM MAKING NO MONEY OUT OF THIS STORY AND AM ONLY WRITING IT FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF MYSELF AND IT'S READERS. ALL CREDIT FOR THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND STORY GOES TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

After making my decision I had run upstairs turning the shower on and stepping under it. I had then gotten dressed and started to pack. I stuffed the first clothes I had reached into my duffel bag, along with my toiletries and a few other necessities, including the small amount of money I had saved from working at Newton's Olympic Outfitters, it wasn't much but it would do until I could find a job. I had never been more grateful that I felt the need to work constantly since I left.

I made my way down to the kitchen and once there I had grabbed a pad of paper and a pen, quickly writing a note addressed to Charlie saying goodbye, that I'd be in touch and that I'd explain everything later, but that I had to leave. I then dumped the letter on the table where Charlie would find it.

Grabbing my duffel bag I flew out of the door and into my car.

So that was how I found myself where I was now, driving out of Forks, Washington, ready to start a new life. I had no idea where I was going, and I didn't have a map. I planned to just drive until I found a place I deemed far enough away from my old life, check into a motel, find a job, and eventually a place to live.

I realized I was going to have to speak to Charlie soon, he would be worried sick about me and I owed him a proper explanation, after everything that he'd done for me. Charlie would understand, as a long as I was safe he'd be happy that I was getting away, starting afresh. He'd support me in any decision I made if it involved moving on from him.

I flicked the radio on to fill the silence that surrounded me as I drove, and couldn't help but laugh as Tracy Chapman's 'Fast Car' came on, ironic huh? The more I listened to the song the more I realized that I was doing the right thing, and I began to sing along contentedly.

I had to stop several times to eat, use the toilet, and fill up my car, but apart from that I didn't stop driving for just over ten hours, at which point I finally realized that I was tired and should sleep. Checking the dashboard I saw it was 9pm. I pulled over into a lay-by, checked to see make sure everything was locked, reached behind me to grab the sleeping bag and pillow I had thought to bring with me and settled down for the night.

I woke up a few hours later feeling stiff but fairly well-rested for the first time in a year. After I had gotten out of the car, stretched my aching muscles and eaten a sandwich I had bought at the last service station, I started driving again, still not sure where I was headed and when I would stop.

I stopped at several service stations throughout the early morning hours and into the afternoon when I needed to pee or eat, and it was little after four in the afternoon when I spotted a motel in a city called Brady, which I had noticed from passing road signs was in Texas. I decided that this place was as good as any and pulled into the small parking lot next to the motel.

I checked into a room and took my stuff up looking around critically, it wasn't the best place I could have picked to stay but it would do. I wasn't all that tired surprisingly, probably from the exhilaration I was currently feeling at the fact that I had gotten away. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, answering a text from my dad, telling him that I'd found a place to stay and was safe.

After that I had a shower as I was feeling dirty and sweaty from the long ride.

20 minutes later I was freshly showered, my damp hair curling around my shoulders and dressed in afresh set of clothes and underwear. I decided that I needed to go to Walmart to get some bits to tide me over my stay at the motel until I could find a job.

Pulling into the parking lot I hopped out of my car and grabbed a cart, however the moment I stepped through the door I stopped where I was, frozen in place by what I saw.

Apparently I wasn't going to be that lucky. In front of me stood a man 6'3" tall, he had a lean body, and long rugged silvery blond hair; he was wearing scruffy jeans that hung low on his hips and a cowboy shirt. It wasn't this that caught my attention though.

He had pale skin, too pale, almost white, and black circles under his eyes that made it look as if he was recovering from a broken nose. His eyes were dark, almost black, but I could detect a hint of crimson in them.

Although I had noticed all of the qualities in his appearance that suggested he was a vampire, I had forgotten one vital thing about vampires, their ability to hear much better than humans. So I was rather surprised when he had turned quickly towards me, his eyes narrowed, focusing in on me, after I had muttered the six words that would change my life.

'Fucking vampires shop at Walmart now.'

Author Note: Not a huge difference in this chapter but again I'm a lot happier with it. Please Read&Review :)