Hi guys, this is yet again another story of Edward and Bella, Please R&R and enjoy!

I own nothing all the credit goes to Stephenie Meyer

Avoiding

Its been 23 and a half hours since he left me. The pain is bewildering. One might believe I was transforming into a vampire. I fight back another scream. I look at the big red numbers on the clock; 4:23. Charlie pulls up in his car. I yet again fight the urge to scream.

"Hey Kiddo, feeling any better?" He asks, hmm let me think about it – no. I look at him blankly; I must look awful for he looked away.

"You know what? Let's go out to eat today," He says, great! Not. Just because we eat out it does not mean I am over him.

"K" I say with another blank expression, he didn't look at me. I walk out of the room tripping on the second step. Another bruise added to my collection whip-tido! I grab out random items from my closet and whip them on. I walk downstairs and get in the car. When I sit I realise that I am wearing all black. How depressed am I? Charlie gets in and the engine starts in a low purr. We arrive. I feel as though I am stuck in a time portal all memories are coming back to me. I fall forward onto my knees bruising my forehead in the process. I can feel Charlie's eyes on me but I ignore him and get out of the car.

"Ok, what would you like," the waitress asked kindly, I look on the menu and shrug.

"Can I have a Pepsi," I say not wanting anything that reminds me too much of Ed- … him. O.m.g I almost said his name.

"And to eat?" the waitress asks, I look up angrily.

"I have already said what I want," I say in monotone, my face being the only place I express my emotions.

"Ok," Charlie says trying to lighten up this mild disagreement, "I would like my usual," He says giving the menu back. He looks at me sternly and I do the same.

"Look," Charlie says, "I know how your feeling," ha-ha, that is hilarious – no? How does he know? "I was the same when Renee left me," ok maybe he does know but this is different, he chose to live the whole of eternity without me – how can I not be upset? "But you really need to keep going with your life," cant you see I am still living? Its not like I committed suicide at all. Hmm… suicide seems like a good idea! But then again it would kill Charlie and I don't want to be a murderer. The food arrives, good for Charlie he gets stake, I look at the pathetic excuse of Pepsi sitting in front of me. I bet it is coke. I take a sip wrinkling my nose. Yep defiantly coke. I set my face in a permanent frown as I sit back, hood up and arms crossed. Yep, according to Charlie I should be a little ray of sunshine. Too bad. I look over at Charlie, he is eating quickly, I noticed that my 'Pepsi' is done. Hmm… I drunk it, really ii don't remember. Charlie is done with the dinner he leans back on the chair and calls for a waiter. A waitress comes as if on cue. He gives her the money and leaves for the door. I follow him slowly not attracting the bit of attention from the happy families and children who probably don't know what it is to be heart broken. In this small town everyone knows each other so marrying is without the heartbreaks of boyfriends and girlfriends. I realise we have arrived and slowly make it to the front door where Charlie is fiddling with the door handle and key trying to get in. It starts to rain, great! Not! We are still standing on the porch. I grab the key out of Charlie's hands and open the door with ease. I then literally fly up the stairs. Charlie turns on the TV as I close the door. I lie down on my bed fighting the tears which have already started coming down my face.

*****

I wake up sweaty with the sudden need to throw up, I rush to the bathroom and make it just in time to throw up in the toilet. I wince at the smell and taste. I walk downstairs looking at the big red letters of the clock; 1:24 am. I inwardly groan, I've only been asleep for three hours. I go and get a banana to eat, as soon as it touches my tongue I feel the need to throw up, I quickly run upstairs narrowly missing the doorframe and throw up. I clean up and get a quick drink. I should go and try to sleep. I lie down on my bed but am immediately interrupted by my phone. I search through my bag. I find my phone and a small blue box. What's the day today?

"Hello?" the person on the line says. I decide to be Charlie.

"Hello," I say in a gruff voice,

"Charlie?" the voice says stunned,

"Err. Yeah Bella is asleep, is there a message I can tell her, oh and who is this?" I ask in Charlie's gruff voice.

"Tell her its Alice," its clearly my turn to be surprised, really,

"Alice," I say in a high pitched voice, oh great I blew my cover.

"Bella?" Alice asks into the phone.

"Yes Alice," I say getting back to my monotone voice.

"I don't know what's going on but you need to get out of there …." She never gets to finish.

"Alice what's the date today?" I ask, I try to conceal my emotion but I was visibly stressed.

"22nd …." Oh God. I'm pregnant. No it can't be. A funny quote pops into my head 'Denial is the first stage of acceptance'. I shut the phone. I need to get out of here. I turn around quickly. I ran to the bathroom to throw up again. This must be morning sickness. I would be expecting this at around eight not at one in the morning. I go take a shower. The warm water droplets like butterfly kisses soothed me. I look down at my stomach.

"O.m.g." I whisper. It is his child so I guess he is growing faster than normal. I need to get out of here fast. I get out of the show and grab my 'travelling' clothes. I find a scrap piece of paper and quickly scribble a note for Charlie.

Dad,

I need some space to work things out. I'm going to mums place. Don't try to stop me because by the time you read this I will be on the plane.

I'm sorry.

Isabelle Swann.

I have managed to pack almost all my possessions in the suitcase and am now making a quick exist. I make my bed lying the freshly written note down on my bed.

But where to go?