"NOW GET IN THERE!" I was thrown hard, down onto the floor.

"YOU'RE WORTHLESS! THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE!!!" My dad-if you can really call him that- yelled. He slammed thee door.

I crawled into bed. Phil was right. I was useless, and that is how he made his money. People paid him to sleep with me, and I went right along with it. The ones that always went back for more were scheduled, which I had to memorize.

My boyfriend James, then his friend Laurent, then Phil's friend John, then his friend Royce, and many others. And then one a night, Phil himself paid me.

Oh! Sorry. My name isIsabella Marie Dwyer, but I prefer Bella. I am 17, and lonely. My mother died when I was 13, all those years she was Phil's 'money maker.'

I'm pale as a ghost, and a plain Jane. I have brown eyes and wavy-ish, curly-ish hair.

I have no idea where I got my curls from, because my mom's hair is wavy, and Phil's hair is straight.

At school I am known as a whore. But then again, that is how my family gets money. I have no friends if you haven't guessed.

Anyway, I shivered under my covers for a moment, and then got out, and in the shower.

I scrubbed my body, until the flesh was red, raw. I got out of bed and went downstairs. I guess Phil had gone off to baseball.

I let out a sigh of relief and went to the cupboard to make myself some lunch. I grabbed the peanut butter and jerked it out, that's when thick envelopes tied together with a rubber band. Usually I would have put them back in with out a second thought, but then I noticed my name.

Isabella Marie Dwyer

Phoenix, Arizona

I picked it up and took the first letter out. It's ink wasn't as dried out. It appeared that it was from some guy named Charlie Swan, from Forks, Washington.

December 1, 2004

My dearest Isabella,

How are you? I know that it must be useless writing to you, I would get better results sending letters to a brick wall.

In each letter I have sent you-25 to be exact-has an official 15 dollar check that you will be able to use by December 4, 2009.

You must be wondering why a stranger would be writing to you and giving you money. But I was notified of a certain young girl and her mother. Does the name Renee, sound familiar to you?

Well, in the year of 1989, Renee-your mother-left me, and took a daughter. The thought of the baby girl never occurred to me, I was busy grieving over the loss of Renee.

What I am trying to say is that, you are my daughter, Isabella. You don't have to respond I just wanted to let you know. However, I would love for you to come and see me here in Forks. I don't care if it's 5 weeks, months, or years, I just want to see you.

Sincerely, Charlie

I dropped the letter and sure enough a check fell out. I rummaged through all the letters and they all had checks. I would be able to use the money by December 4, 2009 just like this man-'my father' had claimed. Today is December 5, 2009. I smiled, and my eyes lit up. I didn't even think about how this was the last letter and that it was from 2004, or the fact that my mother had lied to me, or even the fact that Phil, my step-father now I guess, had kept these letters from me. All I cared about was the fact that I now had 125 dollars, plus the extra 50 I had stashed under my floorboards.

I looked at the clock. It was 11:46. Phil was never home till 4:00. I silently thanked god, and ran upstairs.

I grabbed my duffel bag and grabbed drawer's worth of contents and stuffed them in my bag. I then threw my toothbrush on top and zipped it up. I lifted up the floorboards and grabbed my stash. And soon was out the door. Just one step closer to freedom.

I rushed to the bank and showed them my checks. They nodded wide eyed when I took out all the money. I gladly took the money and drove to the airport.

"Hi when can I get a ticket on the first flight to Forks Washington?" I asked the lady at the desk.

"Um, there is one available at 1:40." She said.

"Can I get one please?" I begged. The cost was 120, and I gave up my money gladly. The time was 1:35, besides if Phil got home early he would assume that I went to visit my mom's grave.

"First flight to Forks Washington is boarding now." I heard the lady on the intercom announce. I got out of my chair, and showed the too perky lady my ticket.

Pretty soon we were off and I was sitting next to a boy that looked maybe a little younger than me. He had black hair that was pulled into a ponytail, and russet skin.

"Hey, I'm Jacob." he said in a husky voice.

"Bella." I smiled.

"You going to Forks or Seattle?" He asked.

"Forks. I'm visiting my father. You?" I asked laying my head back.

"Neither." He grinned. I peeked at him.

"So, you're what? A sex predator that preys on the young female population at airports?" I poked him playfully. I didn't know where this was coming from, I was a natural shy person that was comfortable with the silence.

"Oh yeah totally." he chuckled.

"Aren't you a little young?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're the one who suggested it." he defended grinning. "And besides, age is just a number."

I laughed. "Anyways, so where are you going?" I asked laying my head back down.

"La Push. It the tiny Indian reservation." he laid his head next to mine. "I'm visiting my dad to."

We continued to talk for the rest of the flight about random junk. At one time we actually played rock, paper, scissors. I won 3 times, though I wasn't so smug when we arm wrestled. He buried me.

Sadly enough though, the flight ended, and we said our good byes and promised to meet up sometime in the future.

But with Jake's presence their reminded me the reason I came. At that moment, all I wanted to do was curl up and cry, but I had to stay strong. This was my new life. As I walked outside I stopped a cab and gave him the address that I had gotten from the letter. I handed him the remainder of my money, and asked him to step on it.

Eventually, my phone started to buzz. I looked down at the caller ID and saw that I had 6 missed calls, all from Phil. I took one look at my cheap phone and chucked it out the cab window.

I put my head back and nodded off. I was in a dreamless sleep when I felt someone shaking me.

"Hey. Hey kid!" I woke up to the loud voice of the cab driver.

"Yeah?" I asked. My voice was thick with sleep.

"We're here." he said softly.

"Oh. Thanks." I said and got out. He sped off as soon as I slammed my door.

I turned on my heal and faced the house. The first thing that caught my eye was the police car. So he was in the force.

Then I looked the house over. It was nice. Not new like Phil's, but it was nice. In that Antique-historic kind of way. Surprisingly enough though, I loved it. If Charlie was really who he said he was, and if he actually accepted me, than this would be new life, my new beginning.

Huh? Huh? Was that a good starter or what?! Please leave me your thoughts!