Hi, I'm Alivia!! So, my friend Krystal, mostly known here as broken-pixie, has persuaded me to make my own account and continue my story for myself. She thinks that my writting style is a whole lot better than her's and thinks I can do better justice for my Twilight fic (even though, in reality, our writting styles are similar - not the same, but similar) Apprently I have more angst in my writting and more thoughts, feeling, and details of surroundings. Please, please, PLEASE read and REVIEW I need to know if I am good enought to continue with this.

Also, if you're interested, I have another story up called - Bad Boy, Seth. This is what it is about : Post BD (~100 yrs). Ameila is new to the town of forks and finds that she is not so welcomed as she first thought she would be. There she meets an unusal family, especially the one known as Seth Clearwater, who has apparently made it his mission to make her run for her sanity. BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS, PROMISE.

Anyway, on with the story.........

Disclaimer : Stephenie Meyers owns Twilight

Chapter 6: Plans To Make It Better

Bella's pov :

Charlie and I arrived back at the house. I could of sworn that there were tears coming out of the cornor of my eyes. But no. They were not water tears. They were tears of blood. I had gotten so worked up by my Jake's reaction that I was having a steady, thick crimson liduid flow down my face. I don't think I've ever been hurt as bad as Jacob has now hurt me. Even when Edward left me that one fateful birthday or when Edward said he no longer wanted my cold body and wanted a divorice could not compare to the way I feel now. I felt uterly broken. I feel as if my heart was still beating and ripped from my chest. As if someone took said heart and ran over it with a semi. As if they peeled it off of the pavement and fed it to Jacob to munch on in his wolf form. I felt as if I could die all over again.

We got out of the curiser and Charlie sent me an apologetic look. He went inside, knowing that I wanted some time to myself. So there I was. Standing in the slight rain falling from the light-grey clouds. If the rain came down harder and the clouds were darker and there was loud thunder and bright lightening, it would reflect my mood exactly. I looked to the trees that led to the woods. It seemed so peacefull in there. I wanted to be surrounded by it.

I quickly ran into the welcoming woods and found a fallen tree, deeply into it, to sit on. I sat there for hours, just thinking of Jacob and his reaction to seeing me for the first time in years. I will never forget his face. The face of rejection. Rejecting me. I knew that he was not going to be all open arms, hugs, kisses, and smiles. But, what he did....I never expected to be so casted out. I knew I had to make everything better. Some how.

Soon, thoughts of Jacob's little boy - what was his name? Austin? Yes, Austin - filled my mind. He was a spliting image of a younger Jake. I do have to admit that he was one adorable kid. He was so innocent, yet, so attoned to what goes on around him. I've never seen anything like him. Though, Austin was a completely normal four year old he seemed to have a great knowledge that reached past his years.

The was starting to come down harder and I knew Charlie would start worrying if I didn't get home soon. I ran, full vampire speed, to the house.

"Hey, Bells." Charlie's voice rang from the living room area. I joined him. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier, you know, at Billy's. They had no right to treat you that way. I have no idea what their deal is, but they need to get over it." He crossed his arms over his growing-with-age and love-of-beer stomach and continued to watch the baseball game that was on.

"No worries dad," I said in a pain-filled voice. "I think I have a plan to make it better."

Charlie raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "Oh, really? And what plan may that be?" He reached for beer and popped it open. Taking a swig he motioned for me to explain.

"I think I'll get Jacob alone, tie him down to a chair and force him to listen to me and treat me with respect." I was joking and he could tell. I still am not a good lier, even as a vampire. Also, that plan seemed way out there. Especially for me.

"But seriously, Bella. How are you going to make things better?" He set his beer down and a look of sadness washed over his face. "I've never been so mad at Billy before. Or Jacob. I've never left Billy's place with such rage in me."

Charlie really has changed since I left Forks. I went over to him and evelloped him into a hug. I was shocked to hear a wave of meaningful sobs leave his throat.

"Things will get better, dad. I promise." I hugged him tighter. "It may take a while, but I promise, things will get better."

It was soon late at night and I was back in my room. Thinking of ways to make things right again. If I had to be truthfull to myself I would have to admit that I have a slim to none chance with making things good between me and Jacob. But, I'm not being truthfull with myself, I'm lying to myself and making myself believe that Jacob and I will once again become best friends.

So what do you think? Is it good enough? My friend Krystal wants you to tell me that I'm better than her, but, please, don't lie. I know I have bad writting skills that need improving. Again, I have another story I am trying called Bab Boy, Seth and would like you to check it out. Thanks!!! And I apologise for not having it longer, hopefully the next chapter will be.