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Chapter 1: Bad Dreams and Premonitions

I tossed and turned in my old bed as I remembered Edward leaving…

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Out on the front porch, we sat together watching twilight come. Our hands we intertwined and I was so happy I felt like I could explode. Edward turned to me, freeing one of his hands. He stroked my face with such caution that I almost felt human again. Like the cautious, blushing Bella, and not the dangerous, lethal Bella I am today.

But when he leaned in to kiss me, and the light flickered in his eyes, I knew there was something different. He wasn't scared, he was determined. No, not determined.

Hungry. I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and deepening the kiss to a level I never would have dared to a few months ago. To my pleasure he didn't pull away as usual. Instead, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the house.

Good thing Charlie wasn't home this weekend.

The next morning, I was cooking breakfast in my bathrobe, humming my lullaby, when Edward came down the stairs. He was fully dressed, with his car keys in hand.

"Edward?" I asked, confused. Why was he leaving? And his face is so sullen, like he's going to kill himself again.

Dread crept through my veins. I couldn't bear to hear the words he was about to speak.

"Bella, we're leaving." He said in a monotone, eyes aimed at the floor.

"Where are we going?" I asked, an ounce of hope in my voice that Edward was taking me with him.

"The Cullens are leaving, Bella." He shook his head in disdain, "I couldn't bear it if you were ever hurt because of me."

"But I'm-" I began.

"The Volturi want you, Bella. They think that you would be a valuable addition to their guard, and they will use force if they must. They have the entire guard looking for you. Including Aro. But they can't find you unless you're with us. So the sooner we leave the better." He walked over to me. As I stared at him, tears brimmed in my eyes.

Shock passed over his face, then was replaced by fear. "Bella." he commanded, "Never. Never, do that again. It's too dangerous." His hand reached to wipe the tears from my face.

"What do you care? " I snapped, slapping his hand away, "You're leaving."

Pain contorted his beautiful features, and I felt a twinge of regret. But then I remembered the meaning of my words, and my face hardened.

He shook his head and walked out of my house.

And my life.

Without a word, I went upstairs and packed my rusty suitcase. It threw clothes in as the tears poured down. I found a pair of old sweat pants and a tank top, put them on, and fell on my bed. I punched my pillow repeatedly, tearing it to shreds.

I pulled myself together enough to carry my suitcase down the stairs and leave a short note for Charlie.

I loaded the suitcase into my old truck and headed to the airport.

I bought the first ticket out and ended up on a plane to California. Once in my seat, I got a call. The ID read Alice. I hit ignore and erased all of the contacts on my phone.

But the call had reminded me of everything I'd been trying to push down for the past few hours and I broke down again in tears. I ended up crying the entire ride.

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I awoke from my reverie and screamed, "FELICITY!"

The brunette appeared almost immediately at my bedside. "Him again?" I nodded.

She sighed. "Bella, it was not your fault. He was just a scared little boy who had never really understood how good you were. He was never a man, and the thought of becoming one was too much for him. So just Let it go, Bells. Just let him go." urged Felicity.

I felt the tears pouring down my face. "I want to. I really, truly, want to. But I don't know how. It's like everything reminds me of him. And I… have this…feeling. Like he's going to come back and ruin everything."

"If he ever shows his face in this town again, Mom, I'd be happy to murder him for you." threatened Jason as he appeared in the doorway. He looked tired, even though he had never slept in his life. "Go back to your headphones, Jason, it's probably nothing" I sighed. His I-hate-my-father attitude was really beginning to get on my nerves. And all of these recurring visions of Edward weren't helping my temper.

"Are you going to be okay for the rest of the night?" asked Felicity.

"Stay" I uttered, handing Felicity a blanket. The word reminded me of him so much it hurt, but I said it anyway. I would not let my life be run by someone who was no longer in it.

Felicity wordlessly accepted the blanket and sat in my old rocking chair.

We began to talk about what the first day of school would be like, and how people would react to Isabella Swan's illegitimate 18 year old daughter and 16 year old son coming back to Forks. And living on their own, since their mother died a year ago. Well, not completely on their own. Their adopted siblings were there too, of course.

The nonchalant talk relaxed me, and I almost forgot about the feeling of dread I had.

Almost.

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