I have no claim to Twlight but i do own Steve at this time. thanks n enjoy!

There she was in the most worst place there was, cold, wet, and almost no sun, Forks, Washington. She used to come here on summer vacations when she was a little kid, but she never liked it, she always hated her father, why? Because he was drunk and cheated on his wife, her mother, she thought if he really loved the both of them he would never have even dreamed of being with another woman. Bella then was hit with an idea, maybe it was her, she wasn't a good enough daughter or maybe it was because her father wanted a boy, she didn't know but she knew that he never really tried to be a father to her and she resented him for it. But on with her story, why was she moving to Forks? Well she had no real friends in Phoenix and the friends she did have were not her friends, she was hanging with the wrong crowd, she was known for stealing, anything she could get her hands on she stole, leather jacket, money, booze, jewelry, boosting cars, but she never got caught stealing anything. Her boyfriend Steve had taught her the art form of stealing things and not getting caught, but none of this really matters, the main reason she was forced to move to Forks was because she supposedly put two people in the hospital because of her drag racing incident. It happened six months ago, she was the best damn racer, of course Steve taught her this too, but once she surpassed him he grew bored and pissed, and moved onto other girls behind Bella's back, and started abusing Bella, she was almost raped by him one night. She never talked about that night that left her fucked up for the rest of her life, the nightmares of that particular night and the kids at school ridiculing her were enough. She didn't have friends at her school, they were all older than her and when she winded up in the burning tin can that used o be her pride and joy, she was left there by herself with no one but her mother and Phil, her mother's new husband.

Bella had just gotten off the plane and was making her way to pick up her luggage when Charlie her biological father was standing there with her luggage.

"Hey Bells, how have you been?" Charlie making idle chit chat,

"Do me a favor, don't touch my stuff," Bella gritted,

"Bella," Charlie softly,

"No, you don't get to talk to me like we are best friends, or family," Bella grabbing her stuff from Charlie and waiting for him to lead the way to the cruiser.

Small Town Neighborhood

Bella and her dad Charlie rode through town silently, she stared out the window, the place now left a bad taste even in her mouth. She scrunched her nose up at it, then scoffed,

"You used to like it here," Charlie thought out loud,

"Seriously, Charlie, I never liked it here, I never had any friends here, there are only bad memories in this town," Bella growled out giving him an evil glare. Charlie frowned and glanced over at her,

"Baby, you have to know that wasn't your fault, it was mine," Charlie explained.

"Yep, all your fault," Bella popping her p,

"So, what would you like to eat, I don't really cook so I don't really have much in the fridge," Charlie explained,

"Way to go on the parenting, diner food every night huh?" Bella throwing it in his face. Charlie pulled into the diner where he ate at all the time,

"Look Bells, I'm trying alright, I made that deal with the judge to try and give you a chance to learn from your mistakes, but you have to work with me, you got to give me a chance too, a chance to be your father," Charlie parking the cruiser in front of the diner. Bella stared out the front windshield,

"You never tried before, it was always the game and beer with that Indian guy, besides, I'm 17, I'm already grown up, but I do appreciate you busting me out of that situation," Bella huffed.

"You are my daughter, you just got mixed up with the wrong people, I would do anything for you," Charlie explained,

"Yeah, anything but be a father to me when I needed you the most, ever think if you were around and none of what you did, I wouldn't be like this, I wouldn't be so fucked up, I wouldn't be the monster I am today, you are the reason why I have this burden of rage inside me," Bella shoving the door of the cruiser open, and slamming it back shut, Charlie sighed, he opened his own door and shut it back and walked to the diner door and opened it for Bella. She walked in, Charlie saw the looks she was getting from everyone, he knew Bella wasn't going to have the flawless smooth skin she used to have, he had managed to get off work for a couple of days and come and see her while she was still in the hospital, and she was barely alive, he was lucky she was still alive, but it seemed as if Bella could care less. Bella picked a booth and sat down, Charlie nodded to the others and took a seat with Bella, the waitress that always waited on Charlie came over to their table,

"You grew up on us, Isabelle," the waitress giving her a smile, Bella looked at the waitress,

"Um, yeah, I guess so," Bella seeing her shaking,

"So, what will you be having?" the waitress asked,

"A hamburger with everything but pickles and a side of fries and a coke to drink please, and its just Bella," Bella informed her, she nodded and wrote the order down,

"Charlie, I guess you like your usual?" the waitress asked, he nodded and the waitress walked quickly away.

"So I see what your mother was talking about, I guess people are very judgmental these days," Charlie looking down at the table, Bella stared out the window of the poor town,

"The kids are worse, but its been six months Charlie, I am used to it," Bella shrugged.

"Bella, you shouldn't have to be used to such cruelty," Charlie softly,

"Yeah, well, this is what I am going to deal with on a daily basis unless you have the money for skin graphing to remove the scars," Bella glancing at him,

"I wish I did honey," Charlie feeling bad that his daughter had to go through all that.

"Yeah, its fine, never really did have friends," Bella shrugged, Charlie looked at her wondering why she never made friends, even before the whole wreck that made her look like a freak and a monster that everyone was scared of and picked on all the time.

"Hey Bella, you remember me don't you? I played Santa one Christmas," Waylon coming over to the table, Bella looked at the old man,

"You always knew how to make an impression," Charlie smirk, Bella's lips turned up into a half smile, she nodded,

"Plumber Santa," Bella seeing him visibly shake,

"Okay Waylon, let the girl eat," the waitress sitting down Bella's plate,

"But the kids really love those little bottles," Waylon explained.

"How about I bring you some peach cobber, remember, its your favorite, Charlie here still has one, every Friday night," the waitress shaking some more,

"Um…yeah, sure," Bella looking down at her plate. The waitress quickly left, Waylon said his goodbyes and couldn't get out the door fast enough, Bella snorted.

"I think your friend there is about to have a heart attack," Bella glancing at Waylon retreating to higher ground.

"I'm sorry Bella," Charlie softly,

"I don't need pity, its just how it is now," Bella shrugged,

"It shouldn't be," Charlie grumbled, they ate their food in silence.