When he left, taking his family with him, I was upset but then logic kicked in. He didn't think I was worthwhile of his attention.
And then I thought, Screw you!
It took a week to get to that resolution. I guess I had actually believed that I, Isabella Marie – ex-Dwyer – Swan could be happy.
That first week I was in limbo, business began picking up. My family called incessantly, fearing the worst when I didn't answer and my friends became worried for my sanity.
I couldn't believe that I had put them through that. It was time for a new resolution.
No more.
That's right, no more would I think of the Cullens. They had left me out of some old-fashioned attempt to 'protect' me. What gives them the right? I knew there was a danger that the bloodlust would get to them at some stage. It's a shame that Jasper, the empath was the one to attack me. I guess the sum of the families' reaction to my pathetic paper cut broke his iron-will and he lunged at me. I don't know why Edward had to push me towards a table that held glasses. For all his years on this Earth, he's not the smartest tool in the box, is he?
I could say it was good while it lasted and that I would miss them all. Actually, that's not true. But I won't think about that now.
I need to carry on with my own life. That's why I moved to Forks, to have my own life and to meet Charlie Swan, my real father.
Oh, now you're interested? You see, when Renee married Charlie, she also met this man and they had an affair. She had only been married for a month. The marriage lasted another few months before Renee decided that she no longer wanted Charlie. Add to the fact that she was pregnant, well, I suppose she though that her fancy man was the father and left the best man she would ever know, for someone who would never respect her or any child that would come from their union.
You can imagine how I felt the day I found out I wasn't related to the loser that had spent the past thirteen years calling himself my father. Or maybe you couldn't.
That's for another time.
After that first week, I threw myself back into the world of life. That involved, school, friends, family and work. Like I said, business was picking up. It was good that I had my very good friend, Jacob Black, to help me.
So life continued, until one night, I went to the movie theatre with Jake and for some reason, Mike Newton. The film was awful and poor Mike had to leave the room to throw up. But that might have been because he was coming down with the stomach flu.
Jake chose that night to give me the 'I could be good for you' speech. I felt bad for him. It wasn't his fault that he was irrevocably in love with me. Don't get me wrong, I did like him, I even fancied him, but he wasn't enough for me. He would probably spend most of his days trying to make me see his version of the 'truth'.
However, Fate chose to intervene. Jake began burning up and had to leave. I later found out that he had mono.
Once again, for that week I tried calling regularly, only to receive the distinct impression that I was no longer welcome.
Well, screw you Jake. If you were tired of me, you should have been man enough to say so.
Once again, I was cast aside by someone I had become close to. It was becoming tiring.
However, Fate intervened once again.
I was at home, catching up with work, when my phone rang. The caller was in floods of tears.
"Bella, please, I know that we didn't part on the best terms but I need you. We all do. Please come home."