A/N: This story is just a backburner story for when I have trouble writing my Main story, Family First. I have troubles writing, or in other times, have thoughts that wouldn't fit into my story. So, I was thinking of writing a story that is going to be AU to the original. I do not own anything from Twilight or anything else.

Chapter 1-

It hurts, almost as if my heart was ripped out and my body was trying to continue without it. It felt like I was dying and coming back from the dead, when he said he didn't want me. He didn't love me.

He… breathe was pushed from my lungs as I gasped.

Didn't… tears were falling down my cheeks and leaving trails in their wake.

Love… the hole that once held my heart was ripped open even more.

Me… my body had curled up as it grieved the loss of my very own Adonis.

And it's been like this, my life was a broken record playing the part of a heartbroken song for the last month and a half. I cried, I ate, I slept, I dreamt, I screamed, and continued this process every night. Every day I watched my body deteriorate as I tried to find something new to distract myself.

Charlie… my dad, he's been my rock through this all. But I have been worrying him, and it appears my own mother couldn't be bothered to make sure I was okay. Just telling him that if he needed a break from me, he could send me there. I had never seen him as disrespectful and angry as that day.

Flashback

I was sitting on the couch, holding the cup of hot chocolate my dad had given me, when the house phone started ringing. Charlie had mumbled something incoherently. But had gotten up to go answer it.

I could hear the anger slowly seeping into his voice, and at this very moment wished Ed—he had changed me when I had asked so I could hear what my mother was saying to rile up my almost always calm father.

"NO RENEE! I SIMPLY CANNOT GET RID OF MY DAUGHTER BECAUSE OF HER BROKEN STATE! FOR YOU SIMPLY STATING SOMETHING LIKE THAT SO CARELESSLY, SHOWS HOW MUCH YOU TRULY CARE! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT, YOU PATHETIC FUCKING BITCH!" I stared at the doorway in shock and felt my body to start to warm as I thought of what he said. "He cared, and my bitch of a mother didn't… why?!"

I was still lost in thought when he slammed his phone down on the receiver and walked into the living room. "Daddy…."

Flashback

It had been a while since I felt normal, and I heard Lauren saying that I was becoming more of a freak at school, now that I lost my controlling boyfriend and his family. That caught me off guard, and I wanted somebody's opinion. Somebody that wasn't biased because I had taken my Adonis off the market.

It was easier to think about him if I referred to him as anything not his name. It hurt still, but not as much as it would have.

Back on point though, it was lunch time and normally I sat at the Cullen's old lunch table—wishing that one day they would come back to the school, to me. As I walked into the cafeteria today, I looked around. My eyes immediately fell to their table, but I averted them and found Angela and Ben sitting at a table in the center of the room.

As I headed towards their table everyone, who could see my actions, had fallen silent as I made my way. To a lost friend, when I got caught up with that family of Gods and Goddesses. I was crazy for thinking they wanted me. As I sat and looked at Angela, my eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears.

She had immediately pulled me into a relieved hug and held me as the tears fell. Angela and Ben were there for me. Cared for me. Even when I dropped them like a piece of garbage. "Thank you, Angela…"

I sat like that for a few minutes and let the tears dry up before I pulled away, and smiled a genuine smile at her. I sat there for the entirety of lunch and ate all my food. Amazing what good company can do. "Bella, how have you been?"

I glanced up at Angela, after pushing my empty tray away, and shrugged. "I don't honestly know. I hurt every time I am reminded, I cry at the faintest thought of his name, and I'm confused at something Lauren had said."

"What did Lauren say?"

"She said that I was more of a freak now that my controlling boyfriend and his family was no longer guiding my way." I frowned and looked down. "Is it true? Did he control me and play with my emotions…?"

Angela looked conflicted in answering that, so she turned towards Ben—who was always more outspoken but honest. "Yes, Bella. He used you, controlled you, had his fun with you, and dropped you when he was bored with you. You were addicted to his presence and you are going through the withdrawal. And it gets worse as you hold on to his pathetic ass. You need to change the way you think of him, the way you cling to his memory. You'll find better, you'll have better. And he will regret leaving you."

Angela was staring shell-shocked and impressed, but was nodding her head in agreement. I am of the belief that I was looking just like Angela was. And this was the first step to healing. I just knew it was; and I hope Alice was watching my future, and that Edward was seeing through her mind.

I smiled tentatively and spoke quietly, as if speaking louder would break her newfound serenity. "Would…you two help me? Please? I want to be better. Better than I am now, better than I used to be. Someone who is just better."

Ben looked at Angela, and when I looked over, she smiled and grabbed my arm. "Of course, we will. We will have to ditch the last part of the day, but it'll be totally worth it. Ben, stay here and grab our homework, please? This just needs a girl touch, that's all."

When the lunch period was over we left the school altogether—Angela leaving Ben behind with a kiss. We ran over to her car, and hopped into it, she began blasting music and bobbing her head as we drove to Seattle—which had the bigger shopping centers. For the first time in a long time, I was feeling happy and excited over something.

When we got to Seattle, Angela grabbed my arm, "First, you need your hair styled. It's beautiful long, but change the color, and bring out those natural highlights more! Then clothes and accessories shopping!" She stopped to think for a second, before grinning. "And a class on getting over a deadbeat guy! Let's go, we've got ourselves a busy day!"

First, we went into a Salon, and we got pampered for an hour or so. At least that's what it felt like to me. We got manicures and pedicures, we got our hair done—colors and style, and then we got a massage. I was in heaven, and just now realized what I missed out on. While getting pampered, the Salonists and Angela gave me good advice to get over this break up. Then, we went clothes shopping. It most definitely wasn't the horror, that was Alice Cullen. But way more energetic and upbeat, with Angela. We got a bunch of miniskirts, crop-tops, skinny jeans, tank tops, dresses, and blouses. Finally, we went accessory shopping. That seemed to also involve the shoes, which varied in style and color as well. It seemed the accessories included were makeup, pantyhose, stalkings, socks, lingerie, bathing suits, and much, much more.

I was feeling better and different as the day went on, and I knew without a doubt that there was a few more things I needed to get done. "Angela, I know it's late but can we stop at a furnishing store? I want to order a carpet for my room, and buy new bed coverings, as well as pillows and a cushion for my rocking chair."

She smiled knowingly, and said she knew the best place. And soon we got into the car, the trunk filled and the backseat area nearly completely full. I didn't know that we shopped this much, but it was a welcomed reprieve from the girl I used to be.

Once done in that store, we decided to head back to Forks. After a few hours of driving we finally pulled up in front of my house. "Angela, once we finish unloading the car, you need to give that boyfriend of yours a hug from me. You're a godsend."

I smiled when we got everything into the house. "Thank you, so so so much Angela." I said while squeezing her in a tight bear hug.