I never thought

Description: Bella has never been happy. Living with her parents has been hell throughout her life. They made her feel like she was a mistake. Until one decision changed her life...she had no one to turn to that is until maybe the new family in town came. Will she be able to finally live a life? Or will it be a case of death?

A/N: sorry to keep you from the story. I just wanted to thank you for reading. This is my first fan fic. and I'm not really a good writer. Lol. So I hope you enjoy my story! And let me know in some reviews! Please! Of course you know who owns twilight and everything!

Chapter one:

"God Bella, why don't you fucking help out around the house? I told you to wash the dishes and do the laundry, then when you're done with that to cook dinner. While I was out with my friends! You didn't do any of that!" Renee yelled.

"Mom I did the laundry and the dishes. I'm just finishing up the whites. I also have dinner in the oven." I yelled back.

"No you didn't! What's this?" She held up the clothes she wore earlier and a few other clothes that I knew were clean. They were clean because I just folded them and placed it into her drawers.

"Those are your clothes you just wore today. Along with the clothes I just folded and put away. Don't freaking make like I don't do shit around here because I do more chores around this house then you do!" It's true too! Renee doesn't do anything around the house nor does she have a job to help pay for the house. All she does is go out with her friends and tells me to do things around the house. She lives off the money my father makes. Charlie is the police chief of Forks. I never really thought that job brought in so much money but apparently it did.

"Isabella do not talk to your mother that way do you understand" I heard Charlie shout from behind me.

"Why because it's true?" I countered.

"No it is not true Isabella!" She said my name with annoyance. "I do stuff around the house you're just never here to see it because you're always in school."

I scoffed at her when she said that. When has Renee ever done anything that doesn't benefit her? The only thing she does is wash her bath tub before she soaks in it. But when she is done, she makes me clean the tub again! "Oh really Renee, if you do stuff around the house besides the things you benefit from like you're precious bath tub. Then why is it that I have all these chores to do when I get home? Why is it that I have a pile of dishes waiting for me when I get home? Why is there always a new batch of laundry in the wash room waiting for me when I get home? Why do I have to go shopping for groceries every week? Of course there's also the vacuuming, mopping, sweeping, and a whole lot of other shit! Huh? Tell me why is it that the first thing that happens when I arrive is you telling me to do all that stuff?" I yelled at them hoping that I proved my point.

"Isabella, I do those things just as much as you do. So don't make like I'm just creating stuff for you to do." With that, Renee walked away with some satisfaction that she got the last say. Probably because she knew that I was right about everything I called her out on.

"I'm sure you do mom. I'll bet that to…." the timer from the oven cut me off, notifying me that the lasagna was done. I groaned, disappointed that I couldn't get the last say on the matter.

I jogged into the kitchen from the living room, where the argument took place, and quickly took out the lasagna so that it wouldn't become dry from being in the oven any longer. I placed it onto the counter, and then headed to the cabinets and drawers to get a plate with a knife and fork. I got a piece for myself then headed upstairs to my room to do some homework.

I placed myself in front of my laptop contentedly and ate while doing research on World war two. Eventually I finished my food and the research was getting boring. Since I was pretty much done with the research and could write my paper. I turned off my laptop then headed back to the kitchen to wash my dishes along with my parent's dishes. While heading down the stairs. I could see that it was only Charlie in the living room watching some baseball game on the flat screen. Renee probably went to bed early. 'She must be so tired from doing all that work she did today.' I thought sarcastically.

I entered the kitchen and surprise, surprise, there was my parent's dishes in the sink. I placed my dishes in the sink with a heavy sigh. 'Did nothing I say today get through their head?' I thought as I began to wash dishes.

"You know your mother does do things around here too." Charlie said.

I sighed heavily. I did not want to have this argument again. "How do you know that? You're hardly home during the day. On weekends you and mom go stay down in La Push the whole weekend doing only god knows what with Billy. While I'm stuck here doing more chores. I don't even have time to make my own set of close friends because of it. So how is it that you know she does anything around this house?" I calmly retorted.

"You know what Isabella? I know that because I come home for lunch to eat with your mother. She cooks for me and while I eat she goes around doing things."

"Oh really what kind of things may that be Dad? Huh? Have you seen her with a mop in her hands? Did you see her with a laundry basket full of neatly folded clothes heading up to put them away? Have you even seen her wash the dishes when you're done eating?" I said with as much venom I could put into my words. "I don't even see why you are trying to fix the situation." At this point I was done with the dishes. So I quickly dried my hands with a dish towel then left the kitchen before he had anything to say. But sadly I wasn't quick enough.

"Isabella…" Charlie started. God do I hate that name. This is why I prefer to be called Bella by other people. "You are my daughter and I want to see you happy. You and your mother should have a loving relationship."

"Right, ok Dad." I said leaving, before I could blow the situation up even more.

I got to my room and changed into my pajamas. All the while I was thinking about what happened today and in the past. 'I don't see why they just gave me up for adoption by now. Oh right because they need someone to do the chores around here. God I hate this place. I never get to go out of the house to just hang out with people. Not like there's anyone that wants to hang out with me. Seriously I don't know why Charlie feels like me and my mother should have a loving relationship. Besides, they both told me I was pathetic and useless in the past.'

I crawled into bed so that I could escape this life of hell and into a place where I'd be happy. Maybe my dreams would be much happier? I could have not been more wrong.