A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic that I am posting. Thank you to katandjasper for her wonderful beta services. Without her I would have never had the courage to post. Please show her some love and check out her stories. She is a wonderfully, talented writer.
I don't own anything, I am just playing around with SM's characters
Chapter 1
"Come on you useless waste of space! You are going to miss your flight and I'm not looking after you a single day more!" Renee stormed into her room, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her out to the car. She knew better than to say anything and just got in the car so her mother could drive her to the airport and out of her life for good.
"You should be grateful that I'm sending you to your father and not just kicking you out. You are such an ungrateful, no good brat!" Renee continued her rant, but after years of emotional abuse she learned to tune her out.
She was so lost in thought she didn't realise they arrived at the airport until her mother slapped her on the back of her head. "Get out! And I never want to see or hear from you again!" Renee pushed her out of the car and sped away. She didn't have any luggage, except a small bag with her ticket, and a small amount of money she managed to hide from her mother. Renee refused to let her take any of her clothes or stuff, stating she didn't deserve it. Feeling lost and abandoned she walked into the airport to await the departure of her flight, not even noticing the people staring at her in shock and pity.
When her flight was called, she walked almost in a daze through the gate and onto the plane. Sitting down she turned to stare out of the window. Thinking back over the last 17 years she didn't know if moving to Forks would be a good thing or a bad thing. Renee was always telling her she was a useless, pathetic waste of space. Always putting her down. Because of Renee she never had any friends, she couldn't interact with others and the kids at school learned early on to just leave her alone. Over the years she felt so alone, believing that she didn't deserve anything better.
She only noticed that they landed when the flight attendant tapped her on the shoulder drawing her attention to the almost empty plane. She quickly got her bag and walked of the plane feeling nervous all of a sudden. She didn't know what to expect from her father. She took a couple of deep breaths to steady her nerves, before she started looking for a man she hasn't seen in years.
Finally spotting him she felt relief. He had a huge smile on his face, clearly happy to see her. "Bells!" He hugged her tightly and she hugged him back awkwardly, not used to affection of any sort. "Hi dad", she greeted him timidly. If he noticed he didn't say anything, just started guiding her toward the baggage claim.
"Which bags are yours?" he asked. "Uhm... I don't have any," she looked down, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes. "What do you mean you don't have any," he asked confused. "Mom wouldn't let me bring anything," she whispered. Her dad stared at her shocked and confused. Seeing her almost in tears he decided to not make a scene in the airport and talk to her when they got home.
"Oh baby, don't worry. We will get everything you need before we go home. You probably didn't have any Forks appropriate clothes anyway." She felt grateful that he didn't say anything more and walked with him toward his car. Neither of them liked shopping but this was a necessity.
"Will you be able to get everything from Wal-Mart or where should we go?" her dad asked hesitantly.
"Sure, Dad. I don't need much," she answered softly. She wasn't used to being asked what she wanted or where she wanted to go. She was used to getting by on the bare necessities, always being told she didn't deserve more. She felt lost and scared. Her father is already doing so much more for her than she was used to.
When they got to the nearest Wal-Mart her dad turned to her and said:"Now baby girl, I want you to get everything you need! Get enough clothes for at least 2 weeks and any bath and feminine products you need. And don't worry about the cost! My baby girl deserves the best!" Listening to her father she burst into tears, she couldn't believe everything he was doing for her. Giving him a tight hug she said:" Thank you, dad! This means so much to me." Charlie knew then that what ever Renee did to Bella was far worse than he believed at first. It's not natural to be so thankful for the everyday things you need to survive.
Charlie got out and went to help Bella out of the car. He then grabbed one of the big baskets. "Let's start with the clothes first and then we can get anything else."
"Sure Dad, that sounds fine." He led her to the clothing side and watched her go through the clothes and picks a couple of things. "Bella, you are going to need more than that! And here is a nice warm jacket." "But dad..." Charlie held up his hand "Either you get more clothes or I will pick for you!" Seeing her father's serious face she went to pick a couple of more outfits and some more shoes. When her father nodded in approval she smiled. "Thank you, daddy!"
"No problem, baby." When she wasn't looking he put a pair of sneakers and a nice pair of flat heeled boots in as well. Then they walked to the isle with the bathroom products. "Baby, I want you to get at least 2 of everything you need and make sure to get everything. I'm just going to look at something over there." "Okay, dad." She looked at all the products in confusion before smelling each until she found a strawberry scented shampoo that she liked. She also got the conditioner and body lotion along with everything else she would need.
Charlie, remembering how much she liked to read, went and got her a couple of books before joining her again. "All done?" he asked while looking over the things she got before nodding in approval. "Yes Dad," Bella answered shyly.
They walked to the check out and the cashier started ringing everything up. Bella gasped when she saw the total and when she wanted to protest her father just shook his head. They carried all the bags to the car and put them in the trunk. "I don't know how to thank you, daddy." she said with tears in her eyes. "No need for thanks, baby girl. I will take care of you. I love you" Charlie took her into his arms and just held her until she stopped crying. They got into the car and started on their way home.
Feeling he couldn't wait until they got home, her father hesitantly asked: "Bella, why didn't your mom send any of your things with you?"
"Uhm... Dad I don't know if I should tell you."
"Bella, I promise you can tell me anything. I won't get mad at you." She hesitated, but decided he had a right to know seeing as he just had to buy her everything new.
"She said that I didn't deserve anything. She said I was useless and that until I could prove my worth, that I wont get anything from her. And according to her I couldn't prove to be more than a waste, she sent me to live with you." She started sobbing.
"She... She said that she never wanted to see or hear from me again because I was just a no good waste of space." Bella was full on crying now and her father pulled of the road and took her in his arms. He couldn't believe what she just told him, but he knew he couldn't show how angry he was.
"Baby you are not a no good waste of space. You are the best thing that ever happened in my life. And I am really happy to have you here with me. Don't worry about that no good mother of yours. I promise from know on I will be taking care of you. I love you, Bells!" When she calmed down, he pulled back onto the road and spent the rest of the way home thinking about how he never realized that his baby girl have been emotionally abused for all these years.
When they got home she saw a red truck parked in the drive way and her heart sank. She wasn't ready to face anyone just yet and she hoped her father would understand if she went up to her room to unpack. Charlie seeing her reaction and guessing the reason immediately went to reassure her. "I hope you like it. I bought it off Billy as a homecoming gift for you."
"Oh Dad, I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. I love it!" She got out of the car and walked over to the truck to inspect it. She walked around the truck and took in everything before running towards her father and giving him a hug. "Thank you so much. For everything."
"No problem, Baby girl. I told you I will take care of you. But let's get your things inside and you can unpack and get settled in." They got all the shopping bags out of the car and he led her into the house. It wasn't anything fancy but she liked it immediately. Going up the stairs her father took her into her room and put the bags down on the bed which was covered in a beautiful purple comforter. "I hope you like it. The lady at the store said purple was a good colour for a girl," her father said a bit awkwardly.
"Oh Dad, its perfect."
"Well I'm glad you like it. The bathroom is the first door down the hall and my bedroom is on the right. I'll leave you to get settled. You want pizza for dinner?"
"Sure, Dad." When her father walked down the stairs, she sank down on the floor and started sobbing. She couldn't believe how kind her father was being. Her mother always told her she was just in the way, but her father seemed so happy to have her there.
When she calmed down, she got up and started unpacking her bags. She found some books and extra shoes that she knew she didn't pick in the store and she loved her father even more for it. She got all the bathroom products and a clean change of clothes and went to take a shower. By the time she finished her father called up to say the pizza has arrived and she realized exactly how hungry she was. She went downstairs and fixed herself a plate and got a glass of water. "Dad, would you mind if I cooked dinner from tomorrow? And I can clean up a bit as well if you want."
"That would be fine, Bells, but I don't want you to feel like you need to do anything around here. But if you want to cook we should probably get some groceries."
"That's fine. I can go after school tomorrow. And I want to take care of you just like you are taking care of me," she said with a smile.
"Then its fine with me, Bells."
"Well Dad, I going to bed. It was a long day. Good night." "Night Bells. Love you." She went upstairs and got into bed falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The next morning she woke up to her blaring alarm clock. She got up, took a quick shower and got dressed for the day. She packed everything she would need for school into her bag and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. Her father was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. "Morning Dad."
"Morning Bells, how did you sleep?"
"Better than expected, thank you Dad."
"Are you ready for today," her father asked concerned.
"I am a bit nervous, but the sooner I get it over with the better," she said, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
"Well I'm off to work. If you need anything don't hesitate to call. And try and enjoy your day."
"Okay, Dad. Bye." She watched him drive off before picking up her bag, locking the door and getting into her truck. Luckily the school wasn't hard to find.
When she parked her truck she could almost feel everyone staring at her and she felt really self conscious. She got out and started walking toward the office, trying to ignore all the stares and the whispers. Apparently a new student is a big source of gossip in a small place like Forks. When she got to the office she saw a lady working on the computer. Apparently she didn't hear Bella enter the office. "Excuse me," Bella said shyly.
"Well hello there. You must be Isabella Swan," the lady said in an energetic voice.
"Yes ma'am."
"I'm Mrs Cope, if ever you need anything you come to me. Here is your schedule and a map of the school, also you need to get all your teachers to sign this slip and return it at the end of the day. I hope you enjoy it here."
"Thank you," Bella said awkwardly.
Looking over her schedule she groaned when she saw she had gym 6th hour. She was never good at sports and always managed to get hurt or to hurt somebody. With that thought she started walking to her English class. Thankfully none of the students had approached her so far. She wouldn't know what to say or how to act if someone wanted to be friends. Walking into the English class she headed to the teachers desk.
"Excuse me, Sir. I am Bella Swan and I am new. Mrs Cope said you needed to sign this," she said nervously and handed the note to the teacher.
"Bella, welcome to Forks high. Here are your books and you can sit right over there," he handed her the books and slip and showed her to an empty desk. Bella went to sit down trying to ignore all the stares from the other students. Sitting in her appointed desk, she glanced shyly at the guy sitting next to her. He smiled at her before looking at her in confusion but quickly recovered when she looked away blushing.
"Hello, I'm Mike. You must be Chief Swan's daughter." Blushing and stuttering she answered:" Yeah, I... I'm Bella."
She turned back to the front paying attention to the teacher. Mike not used to being dismissed so easily tried again: "So how do you like Forks?"
She looked at him confused: "Its fine, I guess."
She looked forward again, not understanding why this Mike guy kept on pushing when she clearly didn't want to talk to him.
"Well if you need anything, or don't know where your next class is, I would be happy to help you out," Mike said.
"Hum... Thanks." Finally Mike gave up trying to get the attention of the hot new girl.
The next couple of hours passed in much the same way. There was always someone trying to get her attention or prying for gossip. She just kept to herself and gave short answers. She wasn't used to so much attention and she didn't know how to handle it. Finally the bell for lunch rang. She went through the line to get something to eat and when she turned to look for a place to sit, every single student was watching her to see where she was going to sit. Feeling uncomfortable she sat down at the only empty table in the cafeteria. When she sat down the whole student body gasped and watched in anticipation of what was going to happen.
A/N: Please review. Constructive criticism is more than welcome