I don't own anything, I'm just playing around with the characters.

I sat on the plane, tapping a pattern into the arm rest. I was both looking forward to and dreading moving to Forks. I had lived in Phoenix with my mum for as long as I can remember. It was sunny and I was used to it. Forks was a cold and wet place. But the more I thought about Phoenix, the more I realised that I had nothing tying me down other than the sun. My parents had divorced when I was still a baby. My mum, being her usual self, ran away, and for some reason took me with her.

My mother was a useless person that I loved because I had to. When I was younger I could always say she meant well, that she tried to be a good mum. But the older I got, the more I realised how untrue that was.

My mum was a heartless floozy bitch and her husband was worse. When it was just me and my mum, things were okay, not great but I could deal with it. She acted like a child most of the time causing me to become the adult. I had to get a job as soon as I was able, I had to do all of the grocery shopping, I had to make sure the bills were paid on-time, I had to clean her up when she passed out in her own vomit, I had to deal with everything.

But I could deal with it, we had a system. The time she started drinking more, taking drugs, and taking her bad life choices out on me, was around the time I knew she didn't mean well, that she didn't care about being a good mum. Though I still didn't want to believe it. That was when she bought Phil home.

He started out as her dealer, then they started fucking. I came back home from school a few times to them fucking on the couch, Phil would raise his head to look at me whilst pounding into her, telling me to get started on dinner, smiling with his slowly eroding teeth.

I tried to tell her that she could do better, that it didn't have to be him. She just looked at me, grabbed me by the collar and slapped me in the face. She threatened that she would lock me in the dark room for 2 days if I said anything bad about Phil. I never spoke about it again.

The dark room was from her 2 week phase of photography. She had me get the basement converted into a dark room for her pictures when I was around 10. Her phases didn't last long but she was adamant that she have a dark room. Surprise surprise she never used it. Not for pictures anyway. If I didn't get 100% on a test, or didn't make the right dinner for the dealers she was screwing, or did anything that she decided she didn't like, she would lock me in the dark room.

If hell was personalised for each individual, mine would be that room.

She would lock me in for days at a time, often without food or water, simply because she'd forget. Then when she remembered, she'd throw a few slices of stale bread and a small bottle of water down.

I was never locked in for more than a week at a time though, I handled everything in the house, so she couldn't deal when I was in there for too long. And that was when I found my way to survive it. I would just need to be as useful as possible so she wouldn't be able to lock me away, I just had to do what she said so that she wouldn't lock me away.

That didn't really change much when Phil started coming round. I still just had to be a helpful as I could. But I found out that there was one thing worse than being locked away; and that was not being locked away. Phil seemed to have this way of making my mum seem like Mother Theresa. The only way to make my hell worse was by adding him. He was a druggy, an alcoholic and his favourite pass time was hurting me.

No matter the occasion he loved to throw me around, get in a few punches, maybe break a few bones and then sit down with a nice cold beer or twenty. The best part for him was the fact that he could then blame any injury on my clumsiness and nobody would delve any deeper. I had thought about telling someone, I did when it first started, but no one takes a kid seriously, and when Phil was questioned, he put on the charm so they thought I was lying to them, and beat me to the point where he had to call the school up to tell them I had mono because I couldn't move.

He had broken my nose, my right arm, my left leg, my jaw, cracked and broke all of my ribs and whipped me till my back was raw. He then locked me in the dark room and called his shady doctor friend to fix me up.

And that wasn't the worst part. A week after they were married, which was about 2 months after they met, he started giving me weird looks and doing weird things like massaging my shoulders, light groping. I didn't know what to do then, I had hoped that if I didn't say anything then he would stop. He didn't. And it got worse and worse. Cigarette smoke blown in my face, the smell of whisky breath against my cheek, being pushed against the cold, hard wall. I shook my head to expel the images from my mind. I stretched and opened my eyes, when did I close them?

I sighed, I just needed to not think about it, about them. I wasn't with them anymore, I was far away.

I took a deep breath and put on my usual mask of calm and disinterest. That was the way to survive with Phil. For the most part. Not reacting to anything got my out of a lot of tough spots. The louder I cry or scream, the more he hurts me.

I sighed again. I needed a distraction. At least we were near Forks. I was going to be living with my Dad, Charlie. Charlie was a man of few words, he cared deeply but didn't know how to express himself. This was half the reason he lost the custody trial. That and my mum screwed the judge. I don't know why she tried so hard to keep me. She has made it known that she never wanted me.

Charlie knew what kind of woman she was, which is why he tried to get custardy of me. The heartbreak on his face when he lost was the most emotion I had ever seen on his face. I was around 13 at the time, and I used to spend every summer with Charlie. They are the happiest memories that I have. And when he lost the custardy trial he also somehow lost the right to get me in the summer. I don't even know if that's how it works but apparently screwing the judge can get you any verdict.

I sighed again for what felt like the ten thousandth time, I need to keep my mind distracted, I should be good at this by now.

I was also excited to see people in Forks, though I didn't really know too many. But there was my friend Jacob who lived on the reservation who I hadn't seen since I was 13 and my friend Shanna who kind of lived everywhere. She was great, she has always been there for me, and she's the only one who knows the full story about my mum and Phil. And I'm the only one who knows her story. She is kind of supernatural. I know, it sounds crazy but it's true. She told me when we were about 10 years old. She levitated some books in the room to prove it to me when I didn't believe her.

I remember not feeling as shocked as I should have been, Shanna was worried that I wouldn't accept her but that was never an issue. I asked her why she told me, she grinned at me and cryptically said that it might be helpful in future, and will help with the shock. I'd not thought about that for a while, but I'd not seen Shanna for a few years.

When I decided that was going to leave my mum, I had called her straight away. We hadn't spoken for a few months but no matter how long it's been we are able to talk to each other as if it's only been a day.

I remember being reduced to tears whilst telling her my leaving plan. She helped me calm down and fully supported me, she was whooping and cheering as I was saying that I deserved a better life. I was 18 so I should be considered an adult but my mum decided to work more of her whore magic and got an order saying that I had to have a carer.

Shanna had come up with a plan for me, but I had to be 18. I had more of a say of what I did when I got to 18, despite the order. She set everything up, she contacted my Dad, or Papa Swan as she called him, booked my plane tickets and made sure that my mum and Phil were away for some time. I have no idea how she planned that out but I imagine it was a long a drawn out plan. We both knew that they'd be angry when they found I was gone, but we were both hoping that they would just give up, or that I would be protected enough for them to not be able to hurt me.

She also made sure that she would be arriving in Forks not long after me, I was hoping that she'd also be running away from her psycho adopted father but I wasn't too sure. She didn't tell and I didn't ask, it was both better and worse for us that way, I'd learnt that the hard way.

Phil went away somewhere to meet with some businessman who he'd been talking to for a while about some baseball related job, and my mum went with him. That was the sign for me to pack my things and head to the airport. We had agreed that it was better to have a subtle signal like that rather than her calling or messaging me. No company in their right mind would draft Phil for an important job, which is why that was our signal.

I sighed again, stretching out as the pilot announced our landing. I sat up ready to move, I was still nervous about meeting Charlie again. I remember us being pretty similar people, and I hoped that it wouldn't be too uncomfortable for him to have me around again.

I don't know if I could be the same little girl for him, I didn't want him to be disappointed that the person coming back was a shattered version of his daughter.

I started to doubt this whole plan as the plane finally landed and everyone left. Two things kept me moving through the airport looking for my Dad, who was supposed to pick me up. One was the memory of my Dad's face as the judge ruled that he couldn't have custody of me, and the other was Shanna's words telling me that it was time to nut up. I grinned at the latter and sped up, my neck craning looking for my father.

I found him trying to dodge a crowd of people whilst searching with a frown on his face. I grinned, he looked the same. I ran over to him, and when he caught sight of me a rare, toothy smile appeared and he opened his arms as I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around him. We stayed like that for a few seconds before both of our reserved shyness came back. We separated and Dad, cleared his throat, his cheeks getting a little red from embarrassment.

"It's good to see you Bells," he said in a nervous gruff voice. I knew this must be hard for him, he was never good at emoting and he probably knows a little bit of what I had to go through in Phoenix and doesn't know how to react.

I smiled at him, "It's good to see you to Dad," and I truly meant it, in this moment there was no doubt that I wanted to be here, no feeling of wanting to run away. I felt happy, happy with no strings attached, no weight in the back of my head reminding me of how broken I am, as if everything in Phoenix didn't happen. It was the best 3 seconds of my life. The weight slowly became known again, but the fact that just seeing my Dad again could bring that kind of feeling gave me a spark of hope. Maybe my life didn't always have to suck. I'll savour it until the realist side of my brain decided to wake up.

Charlie smiled guiding me towards the cruiser, ah the cruiser. I would have to suffer through the embarrassment of being escorted round in this thing. Even whilst sitting in the front of it I felt like a criminal, it drew so much attention. Just being the new kid in town would be sure to draw more attention than I would ever want, but the cruiser made it so much worse.

I kept a calm mask with a polite smile on my face whilst getting into the car. Charlie started driving heading towards Forks and my new home. That word felt foreign to me, home. I decided not to think about it. We stayed in a comfortable silence as he drove and I watched as we drove past forest and into the small town. We had passed a small hardware shop and a row of small houses when Charlie started to speak.

He cleared his throat, "Umm, I know that you probably aren't comfortable with me driving you around in the cruiser, so I bought you a little present. It's a truck, I thought you might feel more comfortable having something of your own to drive."

I stared at him for a few seconds with no emotion on my face. He wanted to get me a truck? A truck for me? Why would he get something for me? The questions kept swirling around in my head. I noticed that he was waiting for a response when he nervously cleared his throat.

I shook my head slightly and smiled at him, "Thank you, but I was thinking of getting a job and saving up for one."

He frowned slightly, "You don't need to get a job, just focus on studying and living the life you should have had." He frowned again and then went back to looking nervous, "I also already bought it."

I raised my eyebrows in shock, he already bought it? Why? I haven't done anything for him, why would he do this for me?

He spoke whilst I was trying to make words come out of my mouth. "It's really old but it runs well, I bought it off Billy Black. Do you remember him?"

I nodded, still unable to create words or comprehend the fact that he had bought me a truck.

"His son Jacob fixes old cars and such, he gave me a good price. I wanted to get you something nice, I'm real glad you're staying with me."

He stopped talking and focused on the road.

I finally ordered my thoughts, this seemed to make him happy, and it meant no more riding around in the cruiser. I should accept it. He seems so sincere.

I smiled at him, "Thanks Dad."

He nodded in acknowledgement and we stayed quiet for the rest of the journey.

As we turned the corner I saw the house, it looked the same, except for the behemoth orange truck in the driveway. Charlie parked next to it as I almost flew out the car to look at it.

It was old, huge and rusty. It was probably really loud as well. I loved it. A big grin attached itself to my face as I looked over the truck. I popped the hood to have a look at the engine, I had a few skills in random sectors thanks to the floozy bitch. She would drag me along to all of her classes so that I could carry her stuff.

She did a car maintenance class for around 3 weeks so I knew the basics of it. I couldn't see anything wrong with it, but that didn't really mean much with my small amount of car maintenance knowledge.

I put the hood back down and looked at my Dad, he had the keys in his hand, and he threw them as gently as possible to me. I grinned, as I caught them, he still remembered how clumsy I could be, not that it was hard to forget.

I unlocked the truck and got in, I turned the key and fired it up. It was as loud as I was expecting but I still loved it.

I was going to call her LadyBug. I grinned, it's the opposite of how this truck is, yet it was the perfect name.

I got out the car, locking the door and smiled at my Dad, "It's great, thank you so much."

He blushed, "Anytime Bells, I'm glad you like it."

He unlocked the door to the house and went in, hanging up his jacket.

He turned to me with a slightly pink face, "I don't know if you remember, but I'm not a very good cook, there isn't any food in the house. Should we order a pizza?"

I smiled at him and nodded, I'd have to get some groceries in when I can. I wouldn't want to eat take out every day. And I quite enjoy cooking.

Charlie sunk down in the old sofa and turned on the TV, some sort of sport was on.

I went to the far side of the room to get the phone and order pizza, but as I picked it up there was a knock on the door. I frowned looking at Charlie, was he expecting anyone?

He looked back at me his expression mirroring mine. I put the phone down and went to answer the door. When I opened it I saw Shanna with a big grin on her face and a large pizza in her hands.

"Surprise!" She said walking into the house, "Hey Belzie, hey Papa Swan," She went into the kitchen and put the pizza down. I followed her, grinning. "I thought you weren't going to be here for few days."

"I thought it would be more fun this way," She winked at me and raised her voice slightly so Charlie could hear her, "I got pepperoni, is that okay?" Charlie grunted in thanks from the front room. I got out some plates and we went about filling them up with slices. I took Charlie's through to the living room.

Shanna followed behind me, "We're going to head up Charlie. I'll help Belzie unpack." He shot her a grateful look, he was really worried about getting soppy on me, and to be honest I was worried about the same thing.

We walked upstairs and into my old room, it hadn't changed other than the computer in the corner and a double bed instead of the single I'd had as a child. Nothing in the house seemed to be any different from when I was a child.

The surfaces had all been newly dusted and the sheets on the bed looked new. Shanna sat down on the bed and took off her backpack, I didn't notice how big her bag was before.

"You know I didn't bring a lot with me, there's not really much to unpack."

"I know, that's why I bought this stuff with me" she said, opening her bag and pulling out a bunch of clothes and other products.

I stared open mouthed at her. She looked up at me and stuck her tongue out at me. "No need to have a heart attack, they're some clothes that I don't wear that often and some things I picked up. None of them are expensive or anything." She gave me an embarrassed smile, "Sorry that they're not too great, but I knew that you were going to need more clothes than what you bought." She went quiet. I went over to her and hugged her, after a few seconds she hugged me back. I pulled away and she grinned at me. "Let's put your stuff away and make a plan for school tomorrow."

I groaned and lay back on the bed thinking about school. Shanna poked me in the side, "It'll be alright; we're in this together." I nodded and sat up. Grabbing some of the clothes she'd bought and putting them in the chest of drawers.

We worked silently but comfortably as we packed away all of the clothes, and I got a look at some of the things that Shanna had bought for me. Luckily we liked similar things, for the most part, so all of the clothes that I saw, I liked.

When we were finished, we lay back on the bed and spoke for hours, catching each other up on everything we could possibly think of. I didn't realise the time until Charlie came upstairs and knocked on the door, "Hey you two, I thought I'd let you know that it's 11.30," he turned to Shanna, I think you should probably stay over tonight, it's dangerous to be going home at this time." I stifled a grin, it was more dangerous for whoever else was out there than it was for Shanna.

"If that's alright with you Papa Swan," he grinned and nodded, closing the door and heading to his bedroom.

Shanna turned to me her face getting serious, "School is going to be very interesting tomorrow; you'll need to keep your eyes peeled. I can't tell you exactly what is going to happen but you'll know when it happens. I told you before that I had to block some of your memories from when we were kids until it was time, well tomorrow will be the right time. When whatever it is that's going to happen happens, some memories will come back to you. But whatever you do don't panic."

She finished her cryptic future telling and smiled. I simply nodded, there was no point asking questions about things like this, you either don't get told the answer or you don't like the answer.

"Sorry that's all I can tell you, but you know how this whole thing works." I nodded again and grinned back at her.

We got ready for bed, changing clothes, brushing teeth and snuggling into the bed.

I closed my eyes and partially dreaded having to go to school tomorrow. Shanna said it would be interesting, but something interesting for her could be a pain for me. I sighed hoping that something bad wouldn't happen tomorrow, but things are very rarely on my side.

I grinned to myself, come on destiny fucking throw all you've got at me.