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APOV

I returned home from shopping with several overflowing bags and I still felt low. We had left Forks two weeks ago now, and our family just wasn't the same anymore. Carlisle didn't throw himself into his work with the same enthusiasm; Esme wasn't constantly humming; Jasper never smiled, weighed down with more than just his own sadness; Emmett didn't joke about everything the way he used to; even Rosalie was quite quiet. Not as quiet as me, though. And definitely not as quiet as Edward. Edward wasn't even here; he had left us, unable to bear being near to us. He had forbidden us all to go anywhere close to Forks, and ordered me specifically not to look for her in the future. Not that I obeyed.

I went up to my room, bags in tow, and sat on my bed, beginning to search her future now. He couldn't stop me because there was no way that he could possibly hear me to prevent it. Just as he hadn't been able to prevent me from looking for the past two weeks.

Bella hadn't been coping well without us at all. I didn't mention it; only Jasper knew that I frequently checked on Bella. None of us knew why he had made us leave, though I suspected that it had something to do with Jasper's lapse in self-control on Bella's 18th birthday and this angered me. It was entirely Jasper's fault that he couldn't control himself as well as the rest of us could and Edward had really overreacted; one slip wasn't worth the hurt Bella was feeling. But when I mentioned this, Edward flipped, saying that there were many reasons, that we were hurting Bella by staying and that it was better this way. From what I had seen in my visions, he was wrong.

At first, I only saw the usual in my vision; Bella struggling through school in a lifeless zombie-like state; Bella humouring Charlie with her pretended happiness; Bella crying herself to sleep and tossing and turning in her dreams, screaming Edward's name; but then she disappeared completely. I was shaking with tearless sobs, but I concentrated harder on only her, and still nothing. Suddenly I was panicking; what had happened?

"Alice?" Jasper's worried voice called, knocking lightly on the door before entering, "Alice, what's wrong? You've gone all panicky, what's up?" he sat down on the bed next to me.

"She's gone, Jas," I whispered, "She's disappeared,"

"Alice, you should leave her alone," Jasper's tone was reprimanding and condescending, "Edward would kill you if he knew that you were watching her this closely; she's not our problem anymore."

"Jasper!" I glared at him, "How can you say that? Just because I have been forbidden to speak to her does not mean that she isn't still my very best friend, and she's hurting, Jas. I can't not watch her and now… she's gone! She's in trouble, I just know it!"

"Calm down, Alice," he murmured, and I did, but not through choice.

"I'm leaving," I made a snap decision, "I'm going back to Forks…"

"Alice, no," Jasper ordered.

"Yes, Jas," I disagreed, "I'll, just go back and check that she's okay. I won't make contact, I'll just look. I just want to see why she's disappeared, and then I'll come back."

"Alice…" he grumbled.

"Cover for me?" I pleaded, already knowing that he would. Everybody else was out hunting so they would be as oblivious to whatever lie Jasper would tell them as they were to our conversation.

"Why?" he moaned, though he was weakening.

"Because you love me," I smiled.

"Shouldn't you protect the one you love?" he mumbled, though he already knew that I had won.

I laughed and shot out of the window, heading for Forks.

BPOV

How could your life go from being brilliant and amazing and perfect to being hell on Earth in less than twenty-four hours? Mine did.

The day - well, night really – after my eighteenth birthday, Edward had accidentally pushed down his cautious barriers that were up for my safety, and it was the best experience I had ever had. Ever. The next day, he left.

All he left me with as a reminder of him were the bruises on my torso, a painful reminder of the night that we had spent together just before my life fell apart.

He told me that he loved me more than I could conceive, but then he left me alone and cold in the forest outside my home, after telling me that I had been a mere distraction. I realised that he had never loved me at all, he had just wanted me; my body. Not love, but lust. The most ridiculous thing was that I couldn't bring myself to hate him; I missed him. I loved him. And I was absolutely nothing without him.

He had been gone for exactly two weeks when I found out. When I pulled myself out of my zombie-like state, only to find out that my period was five days late. I had gone down to the chemists and bought a pregnancy test and now, here I was, sat on my father's bathroom floor with silent tears pouring down my face and a positive pregnancy test in front of me. Carlisle had been wrong; they'd all been wrong.

It didn't take me long to decide what to do. I couldn't kill it or give it away; stupidly, I wanted his baby, although he was gone. I would have to leave before Charlie found out, though. He'd kill me, and attempt to track down Edward and kill him too.

I went to Port Angeles to spend some of my savings on various books for teenage mothers, though I doubted that my own pregnancy would be very similar to any that I could read about.

Less than a week later, I woke up one morning to find a tiny, yet defined, bump sticking out of my torso. I was terrified, and tempted to throw away the books, knowing that none of them would help if I already had a bump. I needed help, but I couldn't go to a counsellor and tell them that I was pregnant with my ex-vampire-boyfriend's child without getting locked up. I didn't have a clue who else to turn to and this scared me even more than the baby itself, but I wouldn't give up. Besides, I couldn't have an abortion if the doctor's didn't know what they were dealing with.

The small bump grew by centimetres each day, though no one noticed. I began to make plans to leave Forks as soon as possible, but I didn't know where I could go, who would take me.

One morning, I was getting ready to leave for school when I felt a little movement in my stomach. I felt sick with worry and fear, and very, very tired. In fact, I just felt drained. I couldn't cope with school today, and I made a spur of the moment decision to stay off school today. I called and told them that I was ill, before heading back up the stairs to go to bed, cup of hot cocoa in hand.

But when I opened the door, I dropped the cocoa with surprise. The mug smashed and the boiling water spilt on my foot, but I barely noticed because someone was sat on my bed, holding my pregnancy book in her hand.

"Explain," was all she said.

APOV

I found Bella easily as soon as I got to Forks. She was no different to what I had seen in my previous visions, so what could've changed? I watched her carefully. She acted exactly the same as she had done for the past two weeks, although she seemed a little pre-occupied. I wasn't sure what of, or whether it had any relevance to my missing visions. I was beginning to find out how annoying it really had been for Edward without his extra sense.

I heard her arrange to go to Port Angeles at the weekend and I followed her there. She bought a book, though I didn't catch what it was.

I had been watching for almost a week with no findings, when I decided that my need to hunt was overwhelming. I left in the early hours of the morning while Bella was sleeping, but I was gone for longer than I expected and returned to her home to find her crying her eyes out and shaking. I was severely annoyed at myself for not being there to realise why. Was it misery? Was it worry? Was it fear? And, the most important question, was it our fault?

I didn't find out, but I watched her like a hawk, so I saw her weigh herself everyday. Was she worried that she was over-weight? Was that what was wrong? I also saw her looking for flats in Alaska. She never bought anything, but she noted things down. She was leaving?

Her sleep was restless and she spoke almost continuously. Most of it made no sense to me. She said things like: "Too fast" or "No help" or "Too late". But sometimes, they made complete sense, things like: "Edward, help me. I need help" or "Come back. I need you" or "They can't know. I have to leave." Her ramblings just irritated me further, bringing more questions to mind with every simple she uttered. What was too fast? Why did she have no help? Why was it too late? Too late for what? And why? Why did she need help? Why did she need Edward? What couldn't who know? Questions whirled round my mind until I couldn't take it any longer.

One night, while Bella was sleeping, I snuck into her room and sifted through numerous drawers, looking for something, anything, that would explain her sleep-talk.

I came across heaps and heaps of useless items, but then I found it. Something to halfway answer my questions. A book on teenage pregnancy. I put it back in its hiding place, some questions answered, but more pouring in.

The next morning I watched her even more vigilantly than before. If she was pregnant, it would explain a lot. Like the weighing, the needing help and the clutching at her stomach. But it didn't explain much else. Why would she need Edward? There was no chance that it was his. None at all. It was impossible. But then who was the Dad?

I was watching her eat her breakfast one morning, and I decided that I couldn't sit on the sidelines any more. I would have to interfere. She had been saying that she needed help, and I could help.

Suddenly she jumped and looked down at her torso that was hidden by a baggy sweatshirt. Her brow furrowed, as if she was thinking hard about something. Then, to my complete surprise, she picked up the phone and called her school, telling them that she was ill. This wasn't like Bella at all. I had to question her.

I went through her window and got her book out of her drawer, sitting on her bed, waiting for her to come up.

Minutes later, she opened the door. She looked terrible; exhausted, drawn, scared and worried. Then she saw me and all of those emotions vanished to be replaced by shock as she dropped the mug she was holding. I let it fall to the floor, not bothering to get it, in fear of scaring her further.

"Explain," I ordered.

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