Characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is just a fanmade story by me.

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Bella's POV

Maybe I would never be able to get over him after all..

I didn't think I could ever do that either, because how could I forget that bronze-haired, chisel-faced, pale man who I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with?

He'd been my world, and he still was. But he was not in it anymore, though. Just in spirit, in my mind.

And my heart.

The sound of flesh smacking down on wood blocked my thoughts from proceeding their hopeless path, and I looked up, into the concerned and angry eyes of my father.

"Bella, are you listening to me?" Charlie's voice questioned, hard and demanding.

Can't say that I do, dad..

"Charlie!" My mother's voice echoed from the sink in the kitchen. She'd been about to get some water from the tap, but instead she turned around and scowled at my father with the glass still in hand.

"That boy broke her heart. It may have been months ago, but don't use that tone on her! She's your daughter for crying out loud, not a murder suspect! Be gentle on her.."

Sometimes I just loved my mom. She knew what I wanted, but at the same time she considered what I needed the most.

I wanted to be alone, but I needed to be around people.

But the tone she used when she mentioned the person who still had my heart was creating another rip in my heart. It tore at it excruciatingly.

"Bella, hunny," Renée's calm and soothing voice said tentatively. "What would you say about going back to Jacksonville with me for a while?"

What the hell was she thinking?

"No."

She paused, pondering over my answer, while Charlie cut in.

"Why not?" he asked, raising his bushy eyebrows at me.

"Forks is my home." I muttered quietly.

"Bella, we're not stupid!" he cried. "We all know you prefer the warmth and not the cold, and we all know he's not coming back. It's been two months, Bells.."

"SHUT UP, CHARLIE!!" I shouted at him, as tears began streaming down my cheeks endlessly. His mouth dropped open, and my mom's face fell and she looked away.

I ran up the stairs and threw myself on the narrow bed I slept in every night. The same bed he'd been laying with me in just a few months earlier. A part of my felt like burning it to pieces, and another part of me said that, that was the only thing I'd ever have left of him. He'd already stolen my pictures, and my cd. I had nothing left other than that damned radio that they'd installed on my birthday.

And the bed.

It had actually been some comfort for me before, but that had been because his scent had still lingered on my sheets. But it had gone away a long time ago now.

I sighed, and my chest rose with the sobs that kept escaping, making my body tremble.

Maybe I would never be able to get over him after all..

Charlie's POV

Bella had just stormed off, and left in the kitchen was Renée and myself. I sighed, looking down on the floor, as I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I'd never been in a situation like this before, and so I didn't know how to act.

Lately, Bella was behaving like a real zombie, and it was scaring me. She barely ate, and she only talked when I asked her something directly. And sometimes not even then I would get an answer back. It was like talking to a wall. And that's why I had told her mother to come up here and talk to her, as she was more of an expert in this area than me.

"What are we going to do with her?" I asked Renée hopelessly, looking towards the stairs instead of the floor, a part of me hoping Bella would return soon, and everything would be alright again.

I just wanted my Bella back.

"She needs to be around people again. She needs to have fun, and most importantly; get away from here. There are too many reminders of that boy here.." Renée said, her lightbrown eyes worried.

I growled at the thought of him, of what he did to my baby girl. Every time I thought of that night when he had broken up with her, and just left her in the forest, I shuddered. It had been one of the worst nights of my entire life, as I didn't know where she was. She'd only left a note, but as the hours passed, and no Bella was to return, I had grown anxious. That look on her face, when she'd been found, it broke my heart; Bella, laying in the arms of Sam, looked haggard and distressed. Her clothes dirty, and her face tear-stained. I wanted to personally kill Edward Cullen for hurting her like that. If he were to ever show his face here in Forks again I would make him pay. Once and for all.

Bella's POV

I had fallen asleep crying, and I was sure that no more than an hour had passed since, when I woke up to the sounds of someone being in my room. My eyes popped open and what I saw made me go ballistic.

Charlie and Renée were in my room, packing my things.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I screamed, as I shot out of bed like a rocket. I snatched the clothes from Charlie's limp hands, and threw them on the floor.

"Get the fuck out of my room!"

"Bella, hunny," my mother said softly, holding the backpack which Charlie had been stuffing clothes into. "You're going to Jacksonville with me.."

"NO!"

"Bella," Charlie said harshly. "Don't talk to us like that! You watch out, young lady, or I will ground you!"

"I thought I was going to Jacksonville?" I sneered.

"And you are."

The hell I am..

"The plane leaves tomorrow morning, hunny," Renée said from the door, apparently leaving now. Thank God. But she looked really hurt though, and I didn't like that. But what was I supposed to do, let her take me away from my home?

Never.

I glared at Charlie, giving him a Aren't-you-leaving-too? kind of look. And he did - unwillingly, I'm sure.

- - -

It was late at night, and after my parents had come to check on me - to see if I was sleeping or not, that I quietly got out of bed. I went to fetch the bag in my closet first, and then started to pack it. It took me a good 20 minutes before I was done, and when I finally was, I looked around the room for any other possessions I wanted to bring with me.

But I barely found any.

I brought pretty much my whole wardobe, which wasn't that big all things considered, and I looked everywhere else to find things I thought I'd want with me, even crouching down on the floor, looking underneath my bed. But all I could find there was dustbunnies and an old sock, which sort of surprised me.

As I was about to get up from the floor, I noticed a very small crack in my wooden floor. I didn't think I'd seen it before, and it looked like you could pick it up. Curiosity took over and hurriedly, I got a pen knife from my desk and tried bending it up.

And it worked.

I didn't expect anything, so what I saw under the floorboards surprised me and made the tears appear once again. My hands clasped my mouth, and my heart.

I thought I was literally going to die at the sight, my heart was pounding so fast.

Under my floor laid the pictures of me and Edward, and Edward by himself. Next to them were the plane tickets to Jacksonville for two. Along with his cd.

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