Hello, to anyone giving this story a chance!

I would like to say a BIG thankyou to my Beta, itsange. Very grateful for your help!

Oh, and btw.. I am not Stephanie Meyer. So therefore, I own nothing. :(

I've been staring at the wall in my hospital room.

It's funny how when you stare at something for so long, your eyes make patterns out of nothing.

So far I've seen a bird, a sock and a crown. I think.

Maybe the grief's making me go insane.

I wouldn't be surprised. This room is enough to make a perfectly happy person lose their marbles.

And I'm not perfectly happy.

After leaving my mother yesterday afternoon, I have done nothing.

They have brought me food, but it's just left there untouched.

Magazines the girls have brought me are left the same way.

I just want to go home, but what is at home any more?


I had just started my summer break from school and Mom was going to take me camping, an experience of which I was dreading... now I just wish we had the chance.

Me and my friends were so excited about starting senior year. Now, all that runs through my head is that my Mom will never see me graduate.

Once my brain is on that path, it can't stop.

She'll never see me go to college.

Or get married.

She'll never experience being a grandmother.

And this is when the waterworks start on full effect.

I didn't think one human being could leak through their eyes so much.

Dr Hopkins walks in on my tremendous break down.

It doesn't seem to faze him no more. Instead, he gives me a soft smile and hands me a tissue so I can wipe away my tears.

"Stupid question, but how are you doing this morning?" He asked, sitting down on the chair next to my bed.

"I.." My mind was blank. "I think I'm going mental, Doc."

He chuckles. What?

"That's to be expected, Isabella." Yes, he's on first name basis. "Your life has been thrown upside down, and you don't know what to do with yourself."

Smiling weakly, I start tearing the tissue into little pieces.

"I've got some good news, though," He starts. "You'll be able to go soon."

Looking up quickly, I checked to see if he's serious.

He looks pretty damn serious.

"Really?" I asked, hopeful but nervous.

"Really." He smiled, leaning forward while resting his elbows on his knees and putting his chin in his hand. "I've been in contact with your father and he.."

"Wait," I spoke, my voice strained. I sat up straight in my uncomfortable bed. "You've what?" I asked, making sure I've heard him correctly.

"Been in touch with your father?" He repeated, but he sounded hesitant.

"Why the hell would you do that?" I screeched, my voice going higher with each passing syllable.

"Am I missing something here?" He asked, leaning back in his chair with a worried and confused look on his face.

"Um.. Yes!" Screeching, again. "I don't know the man. He has never been in my life since my mom moved here! I don't even know what he looks like! Why did you need to contact him?" My voice, not having been used a lot in the passed three days, started hurting, so I tried to calm down and talk normally.

"Look, Isabella, You're under-age. By law, you can not leave this hospital without a guardian. The only other option would be the Social Services, at least until you turn eighteen," he calmly explained.

"I would rather that," I muttered, "It's only two more months."

"I don't know about your personal life, but what I do know is that even though this man has never been in your life, you need family at this time. You have been through a lot and from what your father has told me, he seems like a good option."

"When does he get here?" I asked quietly.

"Tomorrow morning."

That night was restless, to say the least.

Every time I dosed off, a feeling of unease woke me up.

Yes, I was nervous to meet Charlie.

Mom never talked about him much. All I knew is that I have his chocolate brown eyes and brown hair. Pretty bland features.

I used to ask questions about my family all the time growing up, but as time went on, and I saw Mom hurt over all my questions, I slowly stopped asking.

I did get a bit of information over the years though.

I've got two aunties.

Sian Brandon is a year older than my mother. Zoe Hale is a year younger.

According to mom, Sian has a husband, Derek, and a daughter, Alice, who is a year younger than myself.

Zoe has a husband, too. And a daughter. I'm a few weeks older than Rosalie.

According to Mom.

I've always felt like I was missing out on something, not knowing my aunties, uncles, cousins.

And grandparents.

When Mom left Forks for Phoenix, both Charlie's and her own parents were alive. Now, I have no clue if I'll ever meet my grandparents.

I looked up at the clock attached to the wall..


Won't be long...

Everything was packed.

I didn't have much to start with. My handbag had been ripped apart when the fire fighters got me out of the car. Along with my bag, my cell phone was damaged.

I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for my 'father' to show.

That word... didn't feel right.

I've only known a mother.

Ten minutes later, I was still sitting in the same place, staring at the same spot on the floor, when I heard the door.

I didn't look up. I felt paralyzed.

Too nervous to face a strange man. Who I'll be living with.

A throat cleared, and with great difficulty I lifted my head.

There he was.

Standing next to Dr Hopkins was the man that was half of me.

He had tears making trails down his cheeks, getting stuck in his dark moustache.

He didn't look how I expected.

For starters, he had muscles.

In my head, I had pictured a beer belly, balding man.

Quite the opposite.

The only sign of ageing was the grey hair splattered throughout his brown, on top of his head. And moustache.

And a couple, couple, of lines on his handsome face.

Mom had been right. He was handsome.

The eyes are mine.

Standing up on shaky legs, I was overcome with emotion. I didn't know what I wanted to do.

This man... I don't know him. But it feels like I do.

"Bella," He spoke, quietly. Walked towards me, as if I was a startled animal.

I couldn't say nothing.

I felt my own tears fail me, being released.

Before I realised what I was doing, I walked forward and was engulfed in the arms of my only parent still in this world.

Charlie has arrived!

At the moment, the story is moving at a snail's pace. Soon, we will give into the nitty gritty for supernatural life :)

I estimate in the next two - three chapters.

Hopefully, the next chapter will be up soon. With any luck, by the end of the week.

I've only managed to update it today because I have no work and my son is at school.

He had his first nativity play today! Amazing. I was close to tears. I'm a very proud mammy!


Lotsa 333

Rachel. x