hey everyone, ok so i dont really know where this story is going, well i have an idea, im probably going to spend more time on this story than my others because of that so just go with it and feel free to voice opinons. pls read and reveiw. thxs. luvs!!!

Bella POV

I ran as fast as I could to my room and locked the door.

Not a minute later I could hear Charlie pounding on the door so loud that I thought my ears just my go deaf.

"Isabella Marie Swan, if you don't come out here right now you are only making it harder on yourself." he yelled, sounding furious.

I hated Charlie, he wasn't my dad, he was Charlie. He was an alcoholic and had abused me ever since I my mom died 3 years ago. At first it was only physical, but if that wasn't bad enough then later he started to have sex with me, his DAUGHTER!!! I hated him so much and I couldn't deal with this anymore.

I would never in a million years end my life so there was only one thing left to do...

I grabed my small bag from under the bed and stuffed in the few idems of clothing I owned, along with a few personal tresurses like my moms locket and the stuffed bear I had had sicnce I was like born. ( don't make fun, even though I'm too old for one it has been with me through everything in my life and its going to still be there even if im not at home)

I then ran to the other side of my bed and lifted the floor board, underneath were some small bags of chips, 4 bottles of water, a few pop tarts and a tiny box of cerale. I always kept some extra food here cause Charlie didn't always allow me to eat. I stuffed that into my bag as well.

I took one last look around my room and climbed out through the window.

Since I knew people would recognize me if I walked on the main road, I took a short cut through the woods to the road that went to Port Angeles (A.N. I don't know if that is how you spell it but you probably know what I am talking about, so please excuse any misspelling of names)

It was dark and gloomy as I walked quickly through the woods.

It was a cold and damp night and I wished I was somewhere where I could just curl up and be nice and toasty.

After an hour of walking, my feet hurt so bad that I couldn't stop because if I did I wouldn't be able to get back up again. A few minutes later I could hear the sound of a few cars going by. I started to run.

The air was cool and damp on my sweaty forehead but in a way it felt refreshing to have the chilly air surround me.

About 5 minutes later I had reached the road and was jogging along the side, when I saw a bus stop.

Today must be my lucky day I thought to myself, because I had no money but the one thing worth anything that I had was a bus tickedt.

I waited for the next bus to come about 18 minuts later. I happily got on and there were only two other people on it.

This made me happy for I didn't feel like being around a ton of people.

I sat back welcoming the hours worth of rest before I would have to get off, I layed my head back on the scraccyh head rest behind me and gently drigted off into my own personal dream world.

Who knows where I'll be tomorrow but for now I was just going to enjoy the small time I had to rest was going to take full atcvatage of it.