I had just moved, I wasn't thinking. That was how it ended; from the start, I was foolish and inattentive. But he was beautiful, caring, but if I had never met him he wouldn't be here dying for me. This was the one-second, and I knew, that I could ever regret meeting him. Edward was there, lying on the floor with a surroundence of blood around his head, while the werewolf started to slowly walk toward me. I froze. My hands were tingling and my body was trembling, I knew he could see my fear. And while my head was circling around, I remembered. The reason I was here was not only that I was foolish, but that I loved him, and to me; that what was all that mattered. I was completely selfish: and this was what I got. The beginning was easy, just a simple life: but in a way, not even a life.

The Beginning

Charlie was driving me from the airport. He was blabbing on about his Quillette friends, I wasn't listening though. Looking outside, Forks looked like the town I deserve: rainy and cloudy. The town I lived in before was a sunny with a dash of rainbow sprinkles. But after mom died, life had changed: but not for the better. I knew Charlie didn't want me here. I'm pretty sure he was only blabbing on to me was to make me think that he was annoying so I would move back to Carolina with Aunt Carol. We never knew each other that well. So I felt bad most of the time for him, because he knew I wasn't listening.

"Bella?" Charlie said in a soft voice. I jumped a bit, I wasn't used to his voice calling my name.

"Yeah, Charlie?" My voice was trembling a bit, wondering what he was going to ask. He smiled warmly, but I couldn't say I felt the warmth he was absolutely trying to put out there for me.

"Bella, you don't have to call me Charlie. Just call me 'Dad'"

I smile halfheartedly, "Well, okay. As long as you don't say my name in every sentence you say." I wondered if he had taken that offensively, but by the look of his wide smile, I'm pretty sure he got the right message.

"Alright…" He looked to me, as I saw out of the corner of my eye while I was staring out the window.

"So, I have Jacob coming over today." A spark of disappointment shocks me through my body. Whoever Jacob was I knew I was going to make his day just as horrible as mine when he sees my glum face. I turn to look at Charlie.

"Hm?" He chuckled when he saw my confused face, I was the fairy queen in 3rd grade, I was good at this stuff.

"I knew you weren't listening-"

"Dad?" He smiled at the new vocabulary.

"Well, I have some friends. They really have there own land called Quillette- "

"I heard that part."

"Jacob is Billy's son, Billy is one of the people who own the land. You used to play with Jacob a lot." He glanced at me, "Best friends…"

I looked over at him, his face full of worry, for an unknown reason. We pulled up to his house: very small, a house for one, because that was the plan. As he took out his key to unlocked the door I looked around. Snow, everywhere. Talk about a white Christmas. Yes, today was December 25, which maybe explains why my 'best friend' was coming over.

The house was in tip-top shape, well as tip-top shape as I have ever remembered it.

"Bella, your room is upstairs, to the right." Charlie said as he plopped on the couch and turn on the T.V. As I had walked upstairs I heard him flipping through channels, when I heard it stop at football. So now that's what all the boys were coming over here for.

My room was just as tiny as the house. Cramped in was a small bed, desk and a closet. I scurried to take out my clothes and tuck them into my closet when I heard a car roar. I look outside my window and I saw an old, red, beat-down truck. And then came out a familiar face, and everything then just clicked. The boy with long, silky, black hair and the russet colored kind face, wide grin and 6-pac was Jacob. I ran down the stairs suddenly excited and Charlie was already at the door while the popcorn was sitting in a huge bowl for them to all soon gobble up. I went outside but slipped on ice. I could feel my face burning up, which meant now I was blushing. Jacob comes over to help me up. His hands are ice cold, a little too cold just to say the shivering weather, but I ignore it.

"Thanks..." I said sliding my hand to my side from his freezing hand.

"No problem, Bella!" He said with a completely human smile, suddenly I felt like I was someone who belonged.

"I can't believe you remembered my name." I said trying to change my expression.

"Well," He turned to Charlie, "he's been talking about you coming ever since Tuesday." I looked to Charlie flushed with embarrassment. Jacob was watching him to and came back to look at me. But I kept by eyes locked on Charlie, sad though; for him automatically jumping with excitement of my mother's death just for me to see him again, and to think that it was all an act... But I had managed a smile somehow, "Is this true?" Charlie looked at me, I grinned halfheartedly.

"Yes." he confessed with a suppressed sigh. I could feel my smile fading and I blurted my insides out, "So you don't care about her? No one loved her but Phil and you should know that! I just can't believe I have to stay with you!" I made the greatest impact of disgust in my voice when I let out the word 'you'. I suddenly wish I could have never said that, I never wanted him to be sad or disappointed but when I thought I wasn't thinking I was thinking that he should know, what he has done. I looked at Jacob's shocked face. But I could he was sorry that he had even brought it up. I then looked at Billy rolling towards me going to start a lecture with me but I stomped away soon enough into the house before he could get over to me. I glanced at Charlie while marching into the house his face suddenly sad, very teary. "Bella..."

I trudged upstairs and hopped in my bed while I slam the door. I stared at the ceiling waiting for an earthquake to kill me already, so I could be with mom. But instead of an earthquake it was Jacob who opened the door. "Hey Bella."

"Hey." I grumbled. He chuckled a bit and studied my room.

"Small room."

"Well, that's what you get when your mom dies right?" He smiled looking down at his feet.

"I think I got a bigger room than you though, I feel pretty bad right now." I looked at him I sat up on the bed and patted the seat next to me to signal for him to sit down and he did. I took his ice cold hand but I didn't mind. He grinned but hid it away as best as he could. "I'm sorry."

"It happened a long time ago, it had happened, she died from cancer." Somehow he smiled. "I loved her, but dad's can be good too." I knew this was all Charlie's idea

"Where is your mom, is she at home?" Jacob looked confused, "Bella, she's dead, gone. Don't you understand?" He pulled his hand away from mine, sudden recovery of heat returned to my hand.

Was he really telling the truth? "I'm sorry, I thought..." Could I really be so rude the first day I re-met him, "Oh just, nothing."

"Bella, your father isn't like that. He cares for you, haven't you noticed? He told me he was talking to you the whole way home to make you feel comfortable here. Charlie, your dad, loves you. You should know that." I was thinking about what he had said. I never had thought about him forgiving me the last time I saw him. The most vivid memory in my whole life with him. It's sad, the only meaningful memory I have of him is me breaking his heart, by leaving him when my parents divorced. It was 9 years ago, I chose my mom over him and I had told him after leaving to Arizona with my mom was that I chose her over him because I thought I knew he would never be a good enough parent for me. Which means I got it all wrong, now pulling all the pieces together I had understood what Jacob had told me. "Jacob, your right." He looked hopeful at me. I knew what he meant, "I'll go apologize." After I slumped down the stairs feeling guilty I then apologized to Charlie for ever doubting him at any point at my life.

Jacob invited me to come outside, something like a Christmas present, I couldn't hear well because Charlie and I both got teary after. I got very excited when I accepted that he did say Christmas present, because it did make sense. He opened the door for me and we froze in the shocking cold weather.