Okay, so this one just sort of popped into my head rather randomly. I'm not quite sure where it's gonna go, but it's definitely gonna be interesting. I kind of already know how the next chapter is gonna go, so I may post it tomorrow if I have a chance.

You Found Me

Summary: /AU/ /AH/ While trying to escape a past she'd rather forget, Bella Swan finds the one person that could be her saving grace. Not sure if she should share the secrets of her hurtful past, afraid that the details would scare him away, she decides that some things should stay hidden. Things always find a way of coming out, and one way or another Bella Swan's secrets won't stay secrets for long.

Chapter One

BELLA'S POV

I felt like I was falling from nowhere. Like I had, unknowingly jumped from an airplane, and was now free falling from the sky without parachute. It was the single scariest feeling in the world. Taking a back burner of course to the home life that I had only recently escaped. I was cold, and alone in a city that I didn't even know, trying to find a man that I had never met. In fact, I didn't even know if he knew that I existed. I assume that he might though, considering that I do harbor his last name, but would he know me?

My mother had left my father--and taken me with her, when I was only a couple of months old. She had banned me from seeing him. Claiming that he wanted nothing to do with me. Considering his lack of contact, I wouldn't disagree with that notion, although I don't think he'd like to know how his "little girl" had been treated as of late.

So I sit on the damp sidewalk, in the town of Seattle, trying to figure out how I'm going to make a three hour journey, to Forks, without a single dime to my name. Sighing, I heave my head backwards, almost wishing for death, as it would be so much more easier to endure than trying to actually make the three hour journey by foot. Knowing my klutziness I'd probably end up dead on the side of the road anyways.

"DAMMIT!" I scream, as no one is in listening distance.

It's probably not very safe for me to be just sitting around at three in the morning, on an empty street in the middle of Seattle, but at this moment, I really couldn't care less. Sighing again, I give into my better thoughts, and heave myself to my feet. It's going to be on hell of a long walk, but who knows, maybe I'll be able to hitch a ride to Forks--or at least somewhere close to it.

Checking the street in both directions, and feeling somewhat safe with myself, I step out into the street only to hear the sounds of a car horn honking, and bright lights burning my retina's before everything goes black.

EDWARD'S POV

I hear Emmett screaming at Rose, who was screaming at Alice--and after that I lost track of who was yelling at who. It was all beginning to mush together, and I tried to explain to them that when they did that I couldn't concentrate on driving. Do they listen though? No, of course not. I peer back at Emmett and Rose, who have temporarily shut up do to my glaring, but I knew it was only temporary.

"Guys--seriously trying to drive here," I say, knowing it won't do any good.

"I concentrate better," Alice chimes in beside me.

"My car Alice. I love my car to much to let you drive it--you know that," I say to her.

She crashed my last car. A '05 edition of a Ford Mustang, that my father had made custom just for me. My new car, not as kick ass as the Mustang, was an '08 shiny sliver Volvo. While it wasn't every guy's dream car, it was still pretty awesome, and I love it.

"Are you still upset that I killed your Mustang?" she asked me, her wind chime voice raised an octave higher.

"What do you think Alice? If you hadn't wrecked it, I'd be driving it--right now," I sighed, as I looked from the road to her face.

I watched in silenced horror as her eyes grew wide and her face went pale bone white--or more pale bone white than usual.

"Alice, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice breaking slightly.

Instead of answering my question though, she just pointed ahead, her finger shaking heavily. My head whipped around in record time to see a lone figure walking across the street. There wasn't enough time to stop, only enough time to warn the person. I slammed on my brakes, as my hand mashed onto the horn. I clenched my eyes closed, unable to watch as I struck the person with my car. I heard a thud, and it was all over.

Rosalie gasped from the backseat, as Emmett and Jasper just sat still in terror. Alice face still hadn't regained it's color and it looked as if she was frozen in fear. I was the only one that seemed to have any control over any part of my body. As quickly as my shaken body would allow, I shoved my door open, and jumped out. I grabbed my cell phone out of my jacket pocket, as I raced to the front of my car. There, laying on the damp roadway was a girl, she looked to be about my age. There was a small pool of blood around her head, and there was no sign that she was conscious. I feared that she was dead. That I had killed her. As I listened to the 911 operator as me why I was calling, I knelt down to check for a pulse.

"Is she breathing? Is she alive?" I hear the operator ask.

"She has a pulse," I was able to say with a shaky breath.

"There is an ambulance in route, please stay on the line with me until they arrive," I heard the voice say.

All I could do was shake my head, as my hand wrapped firmly around the young girl's whose was laying unconscious on the ground thanks to me.

"Please be okay," I murmured to her, knowing that she couldn't hear me.

In the background I could hear the sirens, as they came closer and closer to the scene. I stood up to wave for one of the occupants of the car to flag down the ambulance. The first one out was Jasper. He must have been the first one to regain control over himself.

"Dude is she like--" he trailed off.

"No, she's not dead," I said, hurt by his accusation, even though I knew that it could have very well been a possibility.

He shook his head in acknowledgement, as he went behind the car and waited as the sirens drew closer. The night that started out great and fantastic, had ended on a horrible, horrible note. I just hoped that I would get the chance to make this up to the poor girl, whose life I had just changed--and not for the better.