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Here we are chapter 2! Hope you liked the first chapter. Bella is still in a lot of pain in this chapter but things will get moving my the end.

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Chapter Two

It had been a week since Charlie's funeral. I have had people come round knocking on the door but I never answer. I can't, not yet. Everyday I try to ignore a bit more of the pain trying to make it bearable so I could do what I promised. To live. I had started sorting out his items boxing up and labeling them. I only wanted one thing. His favorite jumper everything else will be given to his friends down on the reservation. The house was to be sold in a months time that was the time limit I had set myself. To get everything sorted and to get out of Forks.

I couldn't live here now I thought I would always stay just incase the Cullen's came back but now I would rather be lost to them forever. If it was up to me I would never see them again. Anger had become a constant companion to me over the past week. It helped me when I was sorting through Charlie's things, it helped keep the sorrow away.

Jake had stayed that first night but left the next morning to get changed and have a shower. We had stayed on the couch the whole night, he held me until the tears finally stopped and sleep came. That night I had leaned on him allowing him to help me through this. But he didn't know the plan that I was making, the plan that took me away forever. I wouldn't tell him, I couldn't he would try and convince me to stay but there was nothing here now except painful reminders. I had to go. So I stayed silent and when I let him go that morning I silently said my goodbyes.

He came round again of course but I just ignored his knocking and the threats that he used to try and get me to open the door. He wouldn't force his way in thinking I would want my space, he would know I was ok by my heart beat and the fact he could also hear me moving around. I don't think I have been left alone though, I'm sure there is always one wolf watching my house from the woods.

I ignored the knocks, I ignored the shouting. I focused on what I had to do, beat the pain, sort the house and leave. Only my promise to Charlie was keeping me together, preventing me from falling apart. Every night I cried myself to sleep and every morning I cleared all evidence of a breakdown in the shower. Even if no one could see me I was determined to keep it all inside, no one would know how much pain I was in.

I flinched as some started banging on the front door.

"Bella ... answer this door!"

Jake was back. My fingers clenched into the box I was sorting through, the tears in my eyes threatened to spill over and for one second I was tempted to open the door, let him in. Let him help with the packing but I knew I wouldn't be able to say goodbye again. He would convince me to stay and I would I would feel too guilty to leave. I stood there for a moment taking deep breaths, breathing through the new wave of pain. Once I had it under control I relaxed my stance and carried on with the task on hand.

"Bella please just let me in. I can help you don't have to go through this alone."

No. I had to be alone. It was the easiest way, he would realise that soon. After a few more rounds of knocking on the door he left. I thanked my lucky stars that he left so easily. Maybe he was finally getting the hint and realising that I didn't want any help.

Looking around at the front room, it made me think of all the happy memories in here, even the ones with Edward. Then I noticed the small pile of boxes next to the front door and the fleeting moment was over. I would never have any more happy memories in this place. That's why it was going up for sale by auction at the end of the month. I could leave and my solicitor will sort out the details and transfer the money into my bank.

I walked slowly into the kitchen thinking about what I still had left to do. I had sorted through my things yesterday, I wasn't keeping much just enough to get me out of forks. I had started on Charlie's room, but all I had to do in there was to finish sorting through his wardrobe.

I will probably be able to leave within another week, I didn't think I could get through everything this fast. The only major problem I faced was getting out of forks. If Jake saw me leave he would chase me and he would find a way to stop me I'm sure. I needed to sneak out before anyone could tell him, before anyone can stop me. But how. If I'm right there is a wolf watching my house at all times, making sure I am still safe. Surely as soon as I leave the front door they will either follow me in the woods or they would go straight to Jake and tell him I am leaving. My only hope is that Jake isn't the one watching me from the woods, he would come out to talk whereas the others will just stay in the shadows.

I shake my head and make my way back upstairs I will worry about that when the time comes. I go back into Charlies room, I hate coming in here it is just too painful! But necessary so I am able to leave I wouldn't want to abandon all of his things here and not know they went to the people who loved him.

With a sigh I make my way back to the wardrobe and carry on filing his clothes away. Suddenly I am brought out of a daydream by loud thud from downstairs. I freeze on instinct and listen closely to see if I can hear any footsteps or other noises. Nothing. I slowly creep over to the door and poke my head out, everything looks normal and there aren't any more noises. So I walk to the top of the stairs and try and sneak down into the front room where the noise originated from but as I walk down the steps I feel a cold chill go up my back. Something wasn't right.

As I step into the living I feel the air trap in my lungs, I can't breathe. How is this possible ? Someone has written on the wall, only one word. Bitch. But that wasn't what caused the terror to grip at my spine, it was the fact the word was written in bright red blood. Desperately trying not to pass out at the sight I quickly look round the living room to see if anything else is there and as my eyes pass the window I can't help the scream that builds up my throat and escapes.

There stood across the road was Victoria.