I know I know you guys are actually going to kill me forever, im almost 6 months late in delivering this story, the cause? My father blocked fanfiction BUT NEVER FEAR BECAUSE I HAVE LOADS OF THE STORY ALREADY WRITTEN AND ITS REALLY LONG SO FARR :D Ok so where did we leave off? Ok Basically Bella got kicked out from Edwards life because she thinks he doesn't love her. Of course he does, it's the bloody volturi that get in the way, right? SOOOO :D here it is, oh and BTW Bella and Edward don't meet again for a while and before you guys do ask again NO NO NO THIS STORY ISNT GOING TO BE LIKE NEW MOON. IM SO SORRY AGAIN LOVE YOU ALLL XXX

Chapter One- Five Months and counting

BPOV

Five months. Five months and counting. Five months and counting since he left me. Five months and counting ever since I began to slowly loose my mind. Everywhere hurt. It always hurt. Like a hole that couldn't close but continued to widen.

I had no awareness of time or the outside world. Pain was like a second nature to me. Instead of trying to resist it, I let it soak up my body. Suicide would have been a healthier option, but then again, maybe not.

Ever since my return I had been examined, probed and interrogated. I never gave up where I was kept or who it was that kept me. I said I didn't know anything, spinning so many lies that I couldn't remember a single one of them. I said I was locked up in a tiny room, they fed me but I never saw their face. And when they delivered me home, the knocked me out so I didn't see the location. It wasn't just to protect me. It was to protect him too.

Renee stayed with me at Charlie's until two months after my 'ordeal', as they liked to refer to it. Then her husband, Phil, got a job, finally cracking the major leagues. She didn't want to leave me, but I made her, convincing her that Phil needed her. The truth was I really didn't want to talk to anyone. If it was just Charlie, and me chances were that the communication between us would be minimal. Just the way I liked it.

Renee being Renee knew I was hiding something and didn't miss a chance to inquire everyday, gently of course. Even after she had left, her hourly phone calls still consisted of her subtly trying to find out what I was hiding. How could I tell her? How could I tell the police? What would I tell them? That I was in love with the one who held me hostage? That the one who held me hostage wasn't even human?

So, like I said, here we are. Five months later.

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Angel. The angel. He was there in front of me. Smiling. His hand came up and rested against my hand, as if a high five that was frozen. It took me a minute to realize that there was glass in between our hands. The glass widened, separating us. I tried to push against it, trying to come in contact with him again. But it kept on separating us, pushing us further apart.

"NO!"

But the angel didn't say anything, he smiled his perfect smile, ignoring my cries. He was almost out of view and my protests became louder.

"NO EDWARD. STOP. PLEASE NO. NO!"

"Bella? Bella, wake up honey."

Suddenly everything was gone and I was awoken to an anxious looking Charlie peering at me. It was the same routine every morning. I screamed, yelled and begged, totally obliviously unconscious to the fact that I was yelling them out for Charlie to here. But today was different. Today was worse. Because this time I had used his name. Edward.

I slowly sat up, slightly dazed by the semi- light flooding through the curtains. My head flicked towards the clock on my night table. 7:17. Saturday morning. Brilliant.

It took me a minute to remember Charlie was still standing awkwardly beside my bed. Taking a deep breath he sat down on the edge.

"Bella, we need to talk."

My stomach plummeted. I knew it would come to this eventually. How long could I expect him to keep silent for?

"Dad please, not now."

"Bella. It's urgent."

"I don't care. Dad don't go all chief police on your own daughter," I grumbled, fiddling with the covers.

"Bella, please listen to me. We seriously need to talk."

I threw up my hands in protest.

"FINE YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. LETS TALK ABOUT. YOU START DAD."

Charlie stared at me for a second and took a deep breath, softening his tone to a point where I almost felt bad. Having conversation's like this weren't really Charlie's strong point.

"Bella, I think I have given you enough time to come to terms with what happened. You won't talk to anyone. The police, the physiatrists, no one. We are trying to help you honey, please try and understand. Now I need you to answer me truthfully, Bella. Can you do that for me?"

Numbly I nodded.

"Were you raped Bella?"

I looked at him in amazement. When I had returned Charlie made sure that I was checked over for signs of abuse and drug use. They found nothing. But what he was asking me now, made me wonder why he didn't et the medical team to check this as well the three hundred other tests performed on me.

"Dad, why would you think that?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly. I refused to look at Charlie. There was always an unspoken rule about no sex talk with Charlie and I was almost close to blushing. I hadn't blushed months. Never had reason enough to.

"Your nightmares honey. The way you're screaming for someone to stop or to not do it again. Tell me Bella. You're killing yourself inside. I can help you Bella." There was a silence while I tried to pick my words carefully.

"Dad. I wasn't abused in any way. You know that."

"I wasn't asking that."

"Basically you were."

"Fine. Let me rephrase. Did something happen that you didn't tell us about? Anything, Bella."

Anything? More like everything. I shook my head, meeting Charlie's concerned eyes.

"Nothing Dad. I swear." Charlie sighed and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"Come down, Bells. I'll make you some breakfast."

"I'm not hungry."

"Bella, please. You've barely eaten anything since you've come back. Your losing so much weight and it's not exactly as if you were the slightest bit overweight before."

"Dad…"I sighed.

"Fine. But lunch is a must. You're going to get yourself very ill."

"Fine."

I watched him heave himself off my bed and walk towards the door. He slowly closed the door behind him. As soon as the click of the handle I dropped my mask, letting the tears leak out of my eyes onto the quilt.

My hands started to shake and I pulled the sheet to my shoulders and lay against the headboard. Huddled. I cried and cried until I gradually fell into a disturbed slumber. My last thoughts were his face, beautiful, perfect, gone.

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