Nara

Can't Stop The Rain

Bella Swan's Point of View

The second I stepped off the plane, I could tell I wasn't in Arizona anymore. The cold temperature hit me like a slap round the face and I automatically shivered. I hoped it was due to the cold and not the sign of a bad omen. That was the last thing I wanted right now. I was scared enough as it was.

I took a good look around me before realizing I had no idea where I was going, so with a deep sigh, I just followed the crowd, assuming they were all heading in the same direction. Everyone needed their baggage, didn't they? I hoisted my rucksack further up my shoulder and began to walk, praying that I was heading the right way.

Seattle Airport was massive, the sounds echoing off the walls. The corridors were full of talking people, all scrambling to fetch their bags and get out. I knew that one wrong turn would get me lost in here and I was a pretty clumsy person, so I knew the likelihood of me getting lost was pretty high. So I just kept my head down and continued following everyone else.

In no time at all, I heard the whirling of the baggage carousals and knew I was in the right place. I joined the rest of the gathered crowd, waiting for my suitcase to appear behind those plastic flaps, no doubt damaged. I didn't need a trolley; I only had the one suitcase. Shows how exciting my worldly possessions are, hey? I only brought with me what I needed. Hopefully, I wouldn't be staying in Forks for long, a few weeks, a few months tops. I just wanted those men found quickly so that I could return home, back to sunny Phoenix. So I just stood there, ready and waiting.

After a long, arduous wait, my suitcase finally showed itself. I ran to the carousel and picked it up, pulling the long handle out so I could trail it behind me. I placed it on the floor and inspected it. No damage, well that's a surprise! I was expecting a hole in the side of it, a dent at least. Maybe luck was on my side today. Feeling a little more confident, I grabbed the handle and began to pull it out of the baggage area and headed for arrivals, where I knew Mr. Cullen would be waiting for me.

I didn't know very much about the family who I would be staying with, I had only been given the basics. I knew that there was Mr. and Mrs. Cullen and their three children, two boys and one girl and that they lived in Forks, Washington. I was told I would get to know the family better during the stay, so I just took in whatever information they gave me, as miniscule as it was. But I was also told not to get too close to them; I wouldn't be staying there forever after all. I would get just close enough.

So here I was, the freezing cold Arizona girl, who had no family, just pulling along the one suitcase. What a joy!

I slowly entered arrivals and was met by another crowd of people, obviously waiting for their family members or friends to appear. Fat chance they had, especially with how slow the bags were coming through. They could be waiting all week for all they knew.

I had no idea what Mr. Cullen looked like, so I was hoping he knew me. I just stood there, a little nervous and began to scan the crowd for someone who looked like they recognised me. I really was beginning to feel like a bit of an idiot. That's when I spotted a man and, in true movie style, he was holding a sign with my name on it. Isabella Swan. That had to be Mr. Cullen.

I made my way over to him apprehensively, pulling my suitcase behind me and I stopped when I reached him.

"Isabella Swan?" he asked me.

"Erm… yes," I replied.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Swan," he told me, holding his hand out for me to shake. He was very welcoming. "I'm Mr. Cullen, but please, call me Carlisle."

"Ok," I smiled. I could not believe how good looking Mr. Cullen was. Tall, handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes. He had to be over 40, but he looked like a super model!

"Shall I take that?" he asked me, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked and saw he was gesturing to my suitcase. He had manners too.

"Oh, thank you," I said, handing it over to him. He took it with a smile.

"If you're ready then Isabella, we shall be on our way."

"Ok," I replied. "And… it's Bella."

"Of course," he smiled as we began to head out of the airport.

I could see the pouring rain through the automatic doors and definitely knew I was no longer in Arizona now. The weather here was so different. No blazing sun was going to be heading my way anytime soon. Just the freezing cold and the pouring rain. I was going to have to get used to this.

As we headed out the doors, the rain never managed to hit me as Mr. Cullen automatically put up an umbrella and held it over our heads, sheltering us from the bad weather. I had a funny feeling I might have to invest in my own umbrella during my stay.

"Sorry about the rain, Bella," he told me as if it were his fault it was tipping it down. "I don't expect you get much of it in Phoenix."

"Not really," I replied forcing a smile. No, we didn't get much rain at all back home.

Our walking continued as we headed over to one of the many car parks at the airport. It really was a massive place and I was thankful that I didn't get lost. I had no idea what sort of car Mr. Cullen drove, so I just let him lead the way, making sure to stay under the umbrella at all times. It was a big umbrella, so it wasn't that difficult. I couldn't quite believe my eyes as he pulled the keys out of his pocket, pressed a button and a car's lights began to flash.

He drove a Mercedes!

It was beautiful, all shiny and black, drops of rain covering it like a coat. This family must be rich as hell!

I knew I was staring in shock too much when Mr. Cullen began to chuckle at my behavior. I looked up to see him staring at me.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked. All I could do was nod. This car was amazing.

"Why don't you get on in, Bella and I'll put your suitcase away."

"Yes, sir," I said, opening the passenger side door and getting in. If I thought the outside looked nice, then the inside was amazing. Black leather interior, all shiny and new. It was so clean and wonderful. A small smile graced my lips. I was definitely going to be driving in style! I heard the driver side door open and Mr. Cullen slipped in, putting on his seatbelt. I decided it was best I did the same and followed suit.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," I said and with that he started up the engine, reversed, left the car park and headed down the road.

The car was silent for a while, the only sound being that of the engine and the heating system, which he had put on to warm up my cold body. It was quite relaxing really. It sure was a whole lot better than my big old truck back home. I did miss it, but right now, I'd rather be in this Mercedes, all cozy and warm. Mr. Cullen decided to speak.

"So Bella, how much have you been told about my family?"

"Not much," I said truthfully. "Just that you're married with three children."

"Right," he said thoughtfully. "Well, I'm sure my wife would like to tell you everything, she is very excited you know, but I'm sure I can cover the basics. My name is Carlisle and I work as a doctor at the local hospital."

Wow, a doctor! Now that was impressive. No wonder he could afford a Mercedes.

"My wife, Esme, is an interior designer and we have three children. Emmett, Edward and Alice. Emmett is 19, Edward is 18 and Alice is 16. Edward and Alice both attend Forks High, whilst Emmett is in his first year at college."

"Does he live with you?" I asked, knowing most people who go to college tend to move away.

"Oh, yes," he replied. "He goes to college in Seattle, so it's only a short drive away."

"That's good," I replied, trying to make conversation.

"Yes, yes it is," Mr. Cullen smiled.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence as we made our way to the house, the rain constantly hitting off the windows. I was sort of eager to see what the house looked like. If this was the car they drove, what kind of house must they live in? Probably a lot bigger than the one me and my parents shared back home.

I really liked Mr. Cullen and so was wondering what the rest of the family would be like. I glanced over at my watch and realized it was shortly after lunch time, so I knew the children would not be back from school yet. I would have to wait to meet them. I hoped Mrs. Cullen was nice too. I had a feeling I would be meeting her very soon… my new 'mom'.

We suddenly turned off the main road and began to head up a long driveway, surrounded by trees and flowers. Even with the rain, the area seemed really beautiful. That's when I saw the house.

Oh. My. God.

It was huge. It was all white and old fashioned looking, very beautiful. I was completely amazed. Who was this family?!

Mr. Cullen pulled alongside the house and turned the engine off. He got out of the car and headed into the trunk to retrieve my suitcase. I got out, grabbing my rucksack along the way and shut the car door. I was gaping at the house the entire time. He headed up the porch, me following, and opened the door with a key.

"After you," he said. I stepped into the house, Mr. Cullen right behind me as he shut the door. The inside was amazing, all whites and creams, matching the outside. The furniture looked so expensive. I swear, this was all a dream. I stood in the foyer and gripped my bag tighter.

"Esme, sweetheart," Mr. Cullen shouted nowhere in particular. "We're home." He set my suitcase down and folded the handle away.

I heard a noise from by the stairs and looked up to see a woman descending them, a large smile on her face. She was looking right at me.

"Hello, you must be Isabella," she asked me. She reached me and suddenly embraced me in a hug. I was a little taken aback by it, but relaxed after a while, knowing she was just being welcoming and nice.

"Yes, I am," I replied when the hug ended.

"Well, my name is Esme and it's so lovely to meet you dear. Welcome to our home," she smiled. She turned to Carlisle. "Honey, will you take Isabella's things to her room?"

"Of course," he replied, kissing his wife's cheek and taking my suitcase upstairs. He was then out of sight.

"Well, you must be hungry dear, do you want something to eat?"

"No thank you," I replied. "I ate on the plane."

"Very well," she said. "Did you have a nice flight?"

"Yeah, it was fine," I said.

I liked Esme. She was a very beautiful woman, with caramel hair and green eyes and she seemed very kind too. Even after knowing her for about 2 minutes, I could tell she was very sweet and loving.

"That's good. Well everyone won't be back from school for a few hours, so how about I give you a tour of the house and then show you to your room, Isabella?"

"Sounds good… and it's Bella," I replied. I had a feeling I was going to be saying that a lot today.

"Oh, I am sorry dear," she apologized. Yes, I really liked Esme.

We headed to the kitchen first as it was to the right of the foyer and so the easiest place to start. It was huge with an island counter in the middle. It's the kind of kitchen my mom would have liked. I wondered if I would be able to cook in here. I loved to cook and I was sure Esme would let me at some point. We then went into the dining room, which a had large brown wooden table, surrounded by seats. It was large and very good looking. The next room on our tour was the laundry room. It was a reasonable size with a washing machine and dryer. Esme told me not to worry about my washing and assured me that she would do it all. We walked past Carlisle's office next, but we didn't go in. Next was a small room with a few shelves and pictures upon the wall, almost like a second living room. The main feature of this room though, was the piano in the middle of it. It was shiny and black and one of those that you could lift the lid on.

"It's Edward's," Esme told me, answering the unasked question I was wondering. "It's very precious to him."

The open wall of this room led us straight to the living room. It was huge with a large plasma television. There was a sofa and two chairs to complete the set. We carried on through the room till we hit the foyer again. We had gone full circle.

This house really was impressive. I was sure I would get lost in it. I wondered if the Cullen's supplied a map?!

"Shall we head upstairs?" she asked me. I just nodded with a smile and we began our journey. As we got to the top, I noticed a room to my left which Esme explained was her own and Carlisle's room. We turned right and continued to walk down the hall way. On the left was Emmett's room and directly opposite was Alice's. Next to Alice's was the bathroom, which, as I expected, was huge. It had a shower AND a bath. Continuing down the hallway, Esme pointed out that my room was next to the bathroom and directly opposite my room was Edward's.

"So that's our house!" she told me cheerily.

"It's very nice," I commented. Nice? It was amazing. I couldn't even begin to think how much this place must have cost.

"Well thank you dear," she smiled as she walked over to my bedroom door. She opened it and we stepped inside. It was very nice. It was simply decorated and had all the necessities. A bed, wardrobe, draws, a full size mirror, plasma TV, shelves… hang on a sec, plasma TV? I had to do a double take to make sure I had seen it properly. Yes, my room really had a plasma TV! Someone pinch me!

"This is your room Bella," Esme began, bringing me back to reality. "It's the room we usually use for anyone we take in or any guests we have. I hope its ok for you."

"It's wonderful," I said, which made her smile.

I did wonder why Esme and Carlisle took in people in the Witness Protection Programme. I knew I wasn't the first one who had stayed with them and it was a question that was playing on my mind. I knew it was something I would ask at a later date.

"Well, I better let you settle in dear, I'm sure you want to unpack." I looked around the room and noticed my suitcase standing next to my double bed. I had a double bed!

"Ok," I told her.

"Alice and Emmett won't be long now and I'm sure they will want to meet you, so I would get done what you can now!" she joked.

I smiled at this before something else came to mind. "What about Edward? Won't he be home?"

"He plays piano in the school orchestra. They practice after school, so he won't be home till a little later on."

"Oh right," I said.

"He's very good at playing," she said, her mind clearly wondering somewhere. "I love to hear him play."

"That sounds nice, I can't wait to meet them all," I said calmly, even though I was as nervous as hell about meeting the Cullen children. What if they didn't like me? Or we argued? What if I was totally different to them? Who knew, I would find out soon enough.

"They can't wait to meet you either dear," Esme happily told me, but suddenly, her face dropped a little. "But I do have to warn you about Edward."

Warn me about Edward? That can't be good. "What do you mean"

"If he seems a little distant or moody with you, just ignore him."

"Ok?" I said, though it came out more like a question.

"I hope he doesn't, but he does have his reasons. I don't want to worry you, it's just I thought I should warn you."

"Thanks," I told her. Great! I hadn't even met the guy and he already hated me. Way to go Bella!

"Alice and Emmett are excited though, especially Alice." I smiled at the thought of the Cullen daughter. I didn't know much about her but I hoped we could be friends. Apart from Esme, she would be the only female companion I had and she was definitely the only female I would have who was around my age.

"Oh, and we haven't told them the reason why you're in the Witness Protection Programme. We figured it might be something you want to tell them yourself when the time is right."

I just nodded at this, thankful that Esme hadn't told them my story. I didn't want to think about it at the minute. I had enough to worry about. I was sure though that I would end up telling the Cullen children when the time was right.

"Well I better let you get to it," Esme told me finally. "Just shout me or Carlisle if you need anything."

"I will," I said. Esme gave me another quick hug and a kind smile before she left the room, closing the door behind her.

For the first time since I entered the house, I was alone. I let out a deep breath and began to empty my suitcase, letting everything I had seen and everything I had been told, sink in.

As I began to hang my clothes in the wardrobe, my mind reflected on the house. Mansion more like! I couldn't believe I was living here. I've been used to a small, two bedroom house in sunny Phoenix. Now I'm living in a four bedroom 'mansion' in rainy Forks with a family who own a Mercedes. It was incredible. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.

With everything in the wardrobe, I began to put my tops away in the draws, this time my mind reflecting on the people. Mr. and Mrs. Cullen were so kind and generous, not a bad bone in their body in my opinion. Emmett and Alice sounded nice too. It was just Edward I worried about. What was so bad about me that he would hate me already? I hadn't even met him! Esme did say he had a good reason and a big part of me wanted to find that reason out.

All in good time, Bella. All in good time.

All of a sudden, I heard the front door open, then close and the voices off two new people carried through the house.

"MOM!" a deep male voice shouted. "WE'RE HOME." This, I assumed, was Emmett.

"Is she here, is she here?" I heard the female voice say, a little quieter than the male voice. Alice had a very feminine voice. It was very sweet.

"She's in her room," Esme said. "Now don't go scaring her, she already seems nervous." Esme wasn't wrong, I was really nervous.

"I won't," Alice said as I heard her feet ascending the stairs. The footsteps got closer until they finally came to a stop. A knocking noise told me she was right outside my door. Hoping my nerves would fade away, I slowly walked over to the door and gently opened it.

I was greeted by a short girl, she couldn't have been 5 feet tall. She had short black hair with cute little spikes. Just like her parents, she was very pretty. A large grin played on her lips.

"Hi," she greeted me. "You must be Isabella, I'm Alice."

"Erm, hi," I said to her, moving out of the way so that she could step into the room. She did. She automatically wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"I'm so happy to meet you. I know that we are going to be best friends."

"Uh, yeah, I hope so too," I replied through deep breathes. For a little person, she was very strong. I was grateful when she finally let go.

"Hey, pixie, you're gonna kill her," a voice chuckled from my door way. I looked over to see Emmett standing there. He was very tall and muscular with curly brown hair. I looked at his face. What was with this family? They were all drop dead gorgeous! It made me feel quite plain really.

"You must be Emmett," I said.

"The one and only!" he grinned. "And you must be Isabella."

"Yes, but please, call me Bella." I might just tattoo it on my forehead. That way I wouldn't have to keep repeating myself. I knew it wasn't their fault, but it was getting a bit annoying.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Bella," he said, poking Alice in the ribs for hugging me so tightly. She responded by trying to tickle him, but all to no avail.

I was really beginning to like the Cullen children. They seemed nice and lively and polite. You could tell that they were a very close family. Maybe this stay wouldn't be so bad after all.

"I really like your hair!" Alice said once she had given up on Emmett, the sentence coming from nowhere. "It's so long and pretty. Maybe we could go shopping and find you a pretty dress to flatter it… or some shoes… or a bag."

"And that's my cue to leave," Emmett interrupted. I couldn't help but smile at this. "I'll catch you girls later." He gave us a quick wink before heading down the hallway and into his room.

I turned back to Alice who was still reeling off what we were going to shop for. I hoped this shopping trip wouldn't actually happen. I hated shopping. It bored me to death. I'd rather curl up with a good book, but from the happy look on Alice's face, I knew this trip would be happening soon. Maybe it would be fun… maybe.

"So, how do you like everyone?" she asked me when she finally got shopping off her mind.

"Everyone seems really nice and your house is beautiful."

"Good, mom designed it," she told me. "I suppose all you have left to meet now is Edward, huh?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, not at all sure if I really wanted to meet him. The rest of the family were so kind and welcoming. Why was he so different?

"Just ignore him if he's a jackass to you. He's like that with most of the witnesses we take in."

"I know, your mom said," I told her.

"Well I'm warning you too. I don't know why he would be like that around you though, I think your really nice!"

"Thank you Alice," I said, her statement boosting my confidence a little.

"No problem!" she grinned. "Well I better go, I have stupid history homework to do and even though it's Friday, it will probably take me all weekend to do it. And just to let you know, mom usually cooks dinner for around 7pm, so I'll catch you later."

"Ok, see you later, Alice," I replied.

She kissed me on the cheek and skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her and I was left alone again.

I liked Alice and Emmett. They were so kind to me and I knew that they would become good friends to me, especially Alice, but I was still concerned over the second warning I had been given about Edward. What had I done to make him act this way? Was it because I was a stranger in his home? Maybe he didn't like new people. A big part of me was hoping that the more he got to know me, the more he would like me.

I wasn't sure, but as the rain cascaded down my window like a mini waterfall, I was certain about one thing…

My stay at the Cullen house was definitely going to be interesting.


Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.