"You…don't…want me?" I replayed those words over and over again in my head as I packed my clothes, haphazardly throwing shoes, books and shirts all in the same bag. "You don't want me?" Thinking back it sounded so childish, so needy. Two things that I never wanted to be, I had become for him. I cringed as his name, then face, drifted through my head, causing tears to well up in my eyes and heart to ache painfully. I had done everything I could for him, abandoned good friends, lying to Charlie and Renee, risking my life for a man who simply answered the question " You don't want me?" with one word- No.

I felt played and used. And now that Charlie, having had enough of my teenage melodrama, was going to send me to Jacksonville to live with Renee and Phil. I had cried during the conversation he had earlier with me in the week.

"Bells, I just don't know what to do with you anymore. I have tried talking to you, tried to get you out of the house and you are just refusing. Maybe some warm weather and sunshine will do you some good. Then when you are better you can come back. " "I can't help it Charlie, can't you just let me be. I do well in school, I don't get in trouble and I don't do drugs." Charlie pulled at his hair and shook his head. "That's just it Bella, you don't do anything. You just sit in your room, you are living a half life. You need to get better. I promise you can get back when you get better."

"When you are better." Like I had some kind of sickness that could just be cured with warm weather and sunshine. In a very childish moment, I had screamed " I hate you," ran upstairs, and well, let's just say conversation hasn't been flowing smoothly since.

Now, the week has flown by and I am leaving for Florida tomorrow unless Charlie has some mercy on me. Considering the fact he hardly grunted at me when he left this morning for work, I highly doubted that.

I looked around my room and sighed. Maybe it would be a good idea to get out of this place. Everything reminded me of them. Edward's smell lingered in the room. On the desk was a picture of all of us at the prom last year. My wardrobe, which was scattered around the room, and in a few suitcases, had a decidedly Alice flair to it, and even my cell phone and Ipod were courtesy of Edward, who suggested, no demanded , that I enter the 20th century of technology.

Brushing tears out of my eyes I zipped up one more suitcase and grabbed my can of coke off the dresser. Just as I was about to take a sip, the phone rang. It rang once, then again, until I finally realized that Charlie was at work and it wasn't going to answer itself.

"Hello," I said, probably sounding a little bitchy and irritated, but I didn't care. At this moment, I wasn't all that friendly with ANYONE Charlie knew.

" Oh thank goodness you are still there Bella," said Billy Black's deep voice on the other end of the phone. Thank goodness? Billy out of all people would want me gone, I thought. He was not a fan of the Cullen's for some reason. "Hey Billy, yeah I leave tomorrow. Listen Charlie isn't here, he is at work, he should be home in about four hours." Billy grunted something into the phone that sounded strangely enough like "Fuck," then cleared his throat. "Oh umm OK well thanks Bella, I can just call him there. Sit tight ok? Don't go anywhere." " Ummm OK Billy, talk to you later." Sit tight? Don't go anywhere? Where did he think I was going to go? That man is weird.

Sighing I set the phone down and headed into the kitchen to put in my next casserole. Since I was leaving, I had made it my mission to make several frozen meals and put them in the fridge for Charlie. As mad as I was at him, I didn't want the man to have a heart attack from all that greasy diner food he was eating. I had made six dishes so far and separated them into Charlie sized portions. I even taped reheating instructions on them before I froze them, that way he had no excuses. Knowing Charlie he would still end up at the dinner once a week, and pizza another, but that meant he still would be forced to eat healthy 5 days a week if I could help it.

I was just about to slide a chicken and broccoli casserole into the oven when I heard the front door slam. My first thought was Edward. He is coming back for me. Then I mentally smacked myself as I heard Charlie shout my name. "Bella, Bells are you in here?" " I'm in the kitchen Dad," I answered back, a bit coldly I might add.

Charlie walked into the kitchen out of breath and leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed. "What are you doing Bells? Are you packed?" Well jeez; he really is ready to get rid of me. A dull ache formed in my chest and I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Yes, I'm mostly packed, I'm sorry you want to get rid of me so quickly," I said with acid in my voice. "Charlie looked at me with hurt in his eyes and I could have sworn it looked as if he was going to cry. " Bella, no it's not that I want to get rid of you. I love you Bells, I love having you around. I just don't know what to do with you, you're sad. I just think that maybe as a girl, you need your mom right now." I looked at my feet and nodded. He was probably right, most girls probably would want their moms when something like this happens. Not me though. I was done with people. But I lifted my head and gave Charlie a tiny, sad, smile. "You are probably right Charlie. I'm making you a bunch of meals. Don't want you eating all that diner food." He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Awww Bells, I'll be fine. I made it all those years on diner food. But you sure are a good cook, I'm sure I will enjoy it." He wrapped his arm around me and steered me away from the oven and around the kitchen table. "I'm home early because Billy wants to see us down at the rez, he says it is very important that we get there right away. Are you ready to go? I looked at him in surprise. I hadn't exactly made a lot of friends down at the rez, the Quileute Indian Reservation to be exact. In fact, my one friend there, Jacob, Billy's son, wouldn't even speak to me lately and they made it no secret that they absolutely loathed the Cullen's.

" Yeah I guess I'm ready, what do they want down there? Do I have to go?" Charlie shook his head. " Yes you have to go, Billy specifically asked for you. I have no idea what he wants, except that he sounded really excited. So get your bag."

Nodding I grabbed my bag and followed Charlie out to the cruiser. We slightly broke the speed limit as we sped down to the La Push in silence. Charlie and I talked a little about Florida, but we mostly remained quiet as we finally turned off the main road onto a gravel road that led down to a row of houses, Billy's being on the end. As we stepped out, Billy wheeled out the front door at seemingly breakneck speed and reached out to grab my hand.

"Welcome Bella, I just know you are going to love it here."

Love it here? What? Even Charlie looked confused. What was going on?