Rebel Child, and a Preacher's Daughter

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.

Summary: Bella is the daughter of strict Baptist preacher, Charlie Swan. Charlie accepts the position of head pastor at Forks First Baptist Church, and moves his family from Phoenix, Arizona to Forks, Washington. This uproots Bella, along with her cousin Jasper who lives with them, from the only home they have ever known. Bella is going through a lot of hard times on her road to self discovery. Her mother is dead and she doesn't really have many friends besides Jasper. Her father is very protective of her and doesn't let her have a normal teenage life. She desperately wants independence so she can find herself in the world. With the help of Jasper, and her new friends at Forks, she just may just be able to figure who she really is, before her father brainwashes her into believing she is something that she's not.

A/N: Thanks to my new beta ManiacMotherland for going back and cleaning up my earlier chapters.


Chapter 1: Prologue

"God Love Her"

Songwriters: Toby Keith and Vicky Mcgehee

Just a girl born in Dixie, washed in the blood
And raised on the banks of the Mississippi mud.
She always had a thing about fallin' in love with a bad boy.
Yeah, they could see it all comin' but her daddy never dreamed
She'd grow up that fast, you know what I mean.
The way a girl gets when she turns seventeen, kinda crazy.
She's a rebel child and a preacher's daughter.
She was baptized in dirty water.
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me.
They knew they couldn't stop her.
She holds tight, me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standin' there preachin' to the choir, you see.
God love her.
Oh, me and God love her!

She kissed her mama goodbye, said I'll be sure 'n phone ya.
She called her from a truck stop in Tucson, Arizona.
With "Amazing Grace", we made California line
And then my gypsy life started takin' its toll
And the fast lane got empty and out of control
And just like an angel she saved my soul from the devil.
Yeah, she's a rebel child and a preacher's daughter.
She was baptized in dirty water.
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me.
They knew they couldn't stop her.
She holds tight, me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle.
Left her daddy standin' there, preachin' to the choir, you see.
God love her
Oh, me and God love her!