I decided to move to Forks for two reasons. Renee only knew one of them, and assumed it was the only one. She thinks it’s because I want to get to know Charlie, my dad. Hah! As if. No, the real reason is because of Phil. She doesn’t know, but Phil was not the type of family man she thought he was. He went on drunken rages, cursed me out, and hit me, all the time. Well, only when he knew Renee wouldn’t find out. He threw me down the stairs once, and I broke my leg, because I spilled laundry soap all over his baseball uniform. Poor baby. How would he ever survive? Renee was heartbroken when I told her I wanted to move, but she would survive. Phil was good to her, just not me.

We were in the car, waiting for my plane to arrive. I looked around the airport parking lot. A piece of trash flew across the street. I watched it with sad eyes. I wished I could tell Renee the truth, but I couldn’t do that to her. When the plane touched down, I was only too eager to get on it. I hurried into the terminal with my bag in hand and a small carry-on bag on my arm. When it was time, Renee was crying, Phil consoled her, throwing dirty glances over her shoulder at me. I couldn’t wait to leave.

I sat in my seat on the plane, watching Phil’s car speed out of the parking lot. I was finally free. I reached into my bag and pulled out my iPod. I pulled on the headphones and one of my favorite songs came on, Can’t touch this by M.C. Hammer. I smiled, remembering dancing to this with my best friend, Luke. Oh, man. I missed Luke already. It would seriously suck without him. How would I ever survive? I replayed the last time I saw him.

FLASHBACK

Luke and I are at the park, he holding my hand as I cry. He doesn’t know why I am crying, just knows I need him right now.

“Luke, I need to tell you something,” I sniffled.

“What is it Bella? You can tell me anything, you know that-right?”