The next month flew by, and before I knew it I was on a plane headed to Seattle where I'd change flights to a much smaller plane and head to Port Angeles.

"I'm gonna miss you Lottie. Call every night," Bella said as we all stood together outside my gate.

"I will. I love you," I hugged my twin sister before looking to my mom and stepdad.

"Goodbye guys. I love you both. I'll see you soon," I said, hugging them each in turn. We said our final goodbyes and I headed to board my plane.

I slept through most of the flight into Seattle, but I didn't mind. I grabbed my luggage before switching flights. I placed earbuds in my ears, cranking my music to avoid conversation with the man beside me. He was older, but apparently not hard of hearing as he ripped my earbuds out and told me to turn the music down. I turned it down some and closed my eyes to make the flight go as quick as possible.

When we landed, the first thing I noticed was the temperature that was probably twenty degrees colder than Pheonix had been. Even inside, I could feel the chill of the constant rain.

I walked over to the baggage claim, and immediately spotted my dad waiting for me. He stood out even without the uniform and badge.

"Hey Dad," I said.

"Hey Lottie. How've you been?" He asked, pulling me into a hug.

"I've been good. My bandmates are mad at me, but they'll get over it," I said.

"Why?" He asked, grabbing my suitcase and carrying it as we walked.

"They're jealous that I'm here. We really aren't that far from Seattle now, and they want to see Seattle and such," I said, shrugging a little.

"I see. You're mom said you were into punk rock now. She thinks the band is why you've been getting into trouble," he said.

"They band is what has kept me out of more trouble. It gave me a drive and a purpose," I said. "Hell, it probably saved my life."

"You know I'm not mad, right?" He asked gently.

"Yeah, but Mom thinks you're going to give me some huge lecture and ground me forever for getting expelled," I said, giggling a little.

"No, just don't get into any fights here," he said sternly.

"I only fight for Izzy," I said.

"Then you should be good," he said. It fell silent as we walked towards the car.

"Where's the cruiser?" I asked as he unlocked an older model Jeep.

"At home. Had to make sure she ran nicely before giving you the keys," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's yours," he said. We got in, him driving because he knew the way.

"Thank you," I said. "Really. This is so much more than I expected."

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"I expected a roof over my head, some food, and maybe a little guidance," I said. "Not a car."

"Well, now that I have one of you home, I'm going to spoil you as much as I can. I have missed you both so much," he said.

"I tried getting Izzy to come with me," I said.

"I know. She told me when she called and asked me to care for you. Said someone needs to watch you because you've tried killing yourself," he said, almost so soft I missed it. I knew he'd bring it up.

"Dad, it was years ago. I was depressed and angry at mom for leaving you so we grew up without a dad. I cut my wrists and I would've died but Mom and Izzy came home early. They found me, called an ambulance and I did three months in a psych ward. After that, I started working on music. I continued seeing my therapist for years. I just saw her a week ago. She said she'd recommend a doctor up here if we wanted. Anyways, I started the band and I haven't tried it since. I thought about it a couple times, but I always see the scars and stop myself," I said.

"Lottie, if you want a therapist up here, I know a great one," he said.

"Yeah sure. I'm sure it won't hurt," I said. It fell silent as my father finished the drive to his, no our, home in Forks.