Dusk
Prologue.
Charlie's fist came down on the table. "That's it Bella! I'm sending you home."
I looked up from my cereal, which I was pondering, rather than eating, and stared at Charlie in shock. I hadn't been following the conversation-actually, I hadn't been aware we were having a conversation-and I wasn't sure what he meant.
"I am home," I mumbled, confused.
"I'm sending you to Renée, to Jacksonville," he clarified.
Charlie watched my face as I grasped the meaning of his words. I couldn't argue with him he looked heartbroken; I wasn't being fair the way I lounged around the house looking, feeling dead.
"If that's what you want." I said unenthusiastically. I didn't want a future so I would dedicate it to stop hurting Charlie.
"Of course it's not what I want Bella but what more can I do you can't spend your time wallowing in your own self pity." He said his pain radiating off him.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I know Bella, I don't want to hurt you either. I could kill him." I flinched, I couldn't help it, it hurt too much to hear any reference to him, to them, to anything.
"I'm sorry," I said standing up helpless. I couldn't do anything but keep up my routine. I walked up the hall to shower and went to bed. In the morning I would pack my stuff and leave Forks for Jacksonville. I didn't feel excitement, relief or sadness. I felt dead, rejected and worthless.