BPOV

I'm at the airport with my mom and Phil waiting for my flight to Forks, Washington the rainiest place in the US, I decided a few weeks ago to go live with my dad and let my mom travel with Phil; see he is a pro baseball player going around the world for games and mom wants to go with him so when I told her my decision to go live with dad she asked me if I was a hundred percent sure, I sort of lied and said yes I remember the conversation with my dad about moving in with him.

Flashback

"Hello?" my dad's voice came through the phone

"Hey dad" I muttered

"Bells, how are you?" he said sounding excited

"I'm good, can I come live with you?" I asked him

"Of course you can baby girl" he said excitedly

"Okay; I will be there Saturday then" I told him

"Okay, I will see you then baby girl, love you" he said

"Love you to dad" I said to him hanging up

I went to tell mom the news on when I am leaving and that dad is okay with me coming to live with him

End flashback

"You know you don't have to do this" my mom said

"I know mom, but I want to" I said hearing my flight being called

Flight 189, to Seattle, Washington now boarding. Flight 189, to Seattle, Washington now boarding.

Once the plane took off; and the stewardess walked by asking if we want something to drink, I put my headphones in and turned my iPod on, putting my head on the headrest closing my eyes. Listening to Linkin Park's bleed it out.

Yeah here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get loose
Truth is you can stop and stare
Run myself out and no one cares
Dug the trench out laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere
Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
[Chorus]
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out
[End Chorus]
Go stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow
Shotgun opera lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him he knows he works
Fuck this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
[Chorus]
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out
I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this

I've pulled myself so far
I'll make you, face, this, now!
[Chorus]
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper

Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I bleed it out

Just as the song ended I took my head phones out and putting it away in my bag looking at the time and noticed that we should be landing in a few minutes; I didn't realize that it had been that long. Once the plane landed I waited for everybody to get off the plane before I got up out of my seat getting off the plane.

I collected my bags and went looking for my dad when I see him standing there in his police uniform with his hands in his pockets looking for me, I started walking towards him when he spots me and opened his arms up an I ran towards him.

"You look good, Bells" my dad said pulling back to get a good look at me

"You look good to dad" I said

I retrieved my bags and headed to the car to head home; once we got home dad helped me with my bags and walked to my room, he then left the room to let me unpack and unwind; when I was done I headed down the stairs to see what he wanted for dinner.

"Would you like to go out to eat or order in? He asked

"Order in, please" I said

"What would you like?" he asked me

"Pizza" was all I said

Dad walked into the kitchen picking up the phone, I couldn't hear what was being said but five minutes later he came in saying that the pizza will be here in thirty minutes. So while we waited we got everything ready; dad asked me if I wanted to watch a movie I agreed and we both choose Marley and Me, just when we put the DVD in the player the doorbell rang; dad went to see who was at the door few seconds later he came with two boxes of pizza in his arms, I got up and went to grab some plates so we don't make a mess.

After the movie was over I put the pizza in the fridge and washed our plates; when I was done I saw that dad was just getting up out of the chair and was heading up the stairs before he stopped and turn around waiting for me to get finished with everything grumbling to himself that he could have done that.

"I know you could of done it dad, I wanted to though" I tell him

"If you are sure" he said

"I'm sure" I said

We walked up the stairs; once we got to the landing dad kissed my head and walked to his room shutting the door, I walked into my room shutting the door and sat down on the bed for a few minutes; I got up and put my night clothes on getting under the covers laying my head down on the pillow.

The next morning I woke up and headed downstairs; when I got into the kitchen dad was there drinking some coffee, I sat down at the table next to him.

"When do I start school?" I asked

"Wednesday, I figure that will get you feeling comfortable with the town, I will show you around once you get breakfast and dressed baby girl" he said

I fixed me some eggs something easy to make for now; when I finish my breakfast I head upstairs to take a shower about forty-five minutes later I am dressed and downstairs waiting on dad so he can show me around. We left the house getting in the truck that dad said was mine and showed me where the school is, the market, the hospital, I am pretty sure that he has heard about the trips to the hospital that he was sure that I would need to know where it is at.

It was about five when we got back home; I asked dad if we can stop by the store and pick up some groceries, when we got the groceries dad was amazed how I knew about meals, he then told me that he is not a good cook in the kitchen I told him that I love cooking and I could cook.

When the groceries were put up and I cooked meatloaf and mashed potatoes; I put them on a plate and gave dad a plate and sat down eating some meatloaf looking at dad enjoy his food once he was done he got seconds; when he was full he praised my cooking I couldn't help but feel elated to know that he likes my cooking. I put the extra up and clean the dishes while dad is watching the football game, when I am done I tell dad that I am heading to bed; once in my room I put my night clothes on and laid down in bed I fell asleep once my head hit the pillow.