Chapter 1

I secretly unpacked another piece of clothing from my suitcase, and tossed it onto the pile of clothing beside my bed. Over the course of a half an hour, the clothing pile had grown rather large. I didn't recognise half of what was in the pile, thanks to my slightly eccentric mother, Renee; another one of her phases. For the past two weeks, or so, she had driven everyday to the Port Angeles Mall to hunt for clothes.

My wardrobe had now tripled, thanks to Renee and her shopaholic ways. Hers, well, let's just say that the garage had gone from a workshop to a closet. She had gotten so much stuff for her and me, but nothing for Charlie, my dad.

That should have been my first clue.

"Okay then. Your suitcase should be filled to the brim by now," Renee said, before turning around to admire her work. Her face seemed to glow with anticipation until she laid her eyes on my half-empty suitcase. Her face fell and she turned to look at me, "Bella," she sighed, sadness thick in her voice, "Why don't you want to leave? You're going to love Phoenix! It's so much more different than Forks, honey. It's extremely sunny, not many clouds, warm-" her face slowly lit up again as she began to babble but I cut her off.

"Why do you want to leave mom?" I asked. Renee's face fell again as she was pulled away from her daydream.

"Bella, we've already discussed this," she explained, putting on her rare, serious parental face.

"But mom, I like Forks!" I said, my voice beginning to shake, "I don't want to move to Phoenix! I don't want to leave my friends!" By now I was shouting and flapping my arm everywhere.

"You'll adjust. You'll grow to love Phoenix. You'll love your new school. You'll make new friends," Renee said in a stern voice.

"But mom-" but Renee cut off my protesting.

"Isabella Marie Swan! We are moving to Phoenix! No buts! End of conversation!" Renee shouted. We were so loud, that I was sure that the neighbours could hear.

I glared at Renee then stalked off. I carefully made my way down the stairs in order to not trip and break yet another bone. I was most likely the biggest klutz in the entire world. Successful, I made my way over to the front door. I could hear the 'thump' of a pair of feet making their way down the stairs. I hurried, in hopes of making it to the pale wooden door, before the other set of feet made it to me.

My hand had just grabbed onto the cool metal of the golden coloured doorknob, when a hand firmly grasped my left wrist, causing me to stop in my tracks.

"Bella, where are you going? Bella?" Renee asked me. I could tell from the concerned tone of her voice that she had calmed down. I, on the hand, had not. She was acting as though the conversation in my bedroom had never occurred. I could feel my blood begin to boil and my eyes on the verge of tears, "Bella?" Renee repeated.

I broke.

I could feel my body heat rise as my anger surged through me. My heartbeat increased. The tears that had been threatening to spill did.

"You lied mom. You told me that you loved dad. You told dad that you loved him. You never did. You lied mom," I said in a surprisingly calm tone. My voice was barely a whisper, but I knew that Renee had heard me because she released her grip on my wrist almost instantly.

I didn't turn around to face Renee. I wouldn't be able to stand it. I could picture the hurt on her face. It would be too much.

My right hand was still clutching the doorknob. I took a breath and turned the doorknob until I heard a faint 'click' from within the door. I opened the door with strong force to which the door, in response, protested with a loud 'creak'. I stepped outside into the pouring rain, which was not unusual for Forks.

Without looking back, I slammed the door shut and began to run. Within minutes I was soaked to the bone and freezing. My dark but blouse was clinging to my skin and my jeans were soaking, bit I didn't care. I knew that I would trip a lot because I wasn't being careful, but I didn't care. I knew where I was headed, and I wasn't going to stop until I reached my destination. Renee didn't bother to even try to go after me. That was probably the only thing I wasn't mad at her about. I was mad at her for getting a divorce with Charlie. I was mad at her for lying.

I needed time to breathe, to think. Until then, I wasn't turning back.