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*Edward* Why didn't my love want to talk to me? I thought she would be happy that I came back.
*Bella* Don't call me your love! That is something I sure as hell want to be called again.
*Edward* But Belllaaaaaaaa! -
*Bella* Just shut the hell up and listen to the story Edward.
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Bella POV
Since I still had a week before the semester started at school, I thought that it might be a good idea to take a little vacation from life just to clear my head. I felt like a coward for just up and leaving but in all honesty, I just couldn't deal with Edward and the fact that for some reason he was back. I put on a brave face when push came to shove and that's what I will always do because I don't like to let people get close to me but I'm really terrified. I'm scared out of my mind that they will suck me back in and then once they get bored and leave, which would break me in the process leaving no one but myself to pick of the pieces; because I'll be damned if I put anyone else thought what I did to Charlie and Jacob. It broke their hearts to see me that way as I will never forgive myself or the Cullen's for doing that to them.
I started throwing things into a small suitcase that I got a few years ago for my birthday. I wasn't sure where I was going to go yet but hopefully it would be somewhere warm.
A year and a half after the Cullen's left, Renee and Phil were were killed in a car crash caused by a drunk driver when they were returning home from one of Phil's baseball games. Renee had given me everything she and Phil had, including the house in Phoenix and a cottage in Maine where Phil grew up. Along with that they also bestowed me their stocks and bonds as well as their savings. Which meant, I was quite well off, however I preferred to make my own way instead of living off of Renee and Phil's money.
When they were killed I was devastated. I had wasted the last year or so of their lives being catatonic and causing them worry and pain.
Even though it was hard back then, I forced myself to get better. I couldn't let what the Cullen's did destroy my life any longer. So I worked my ass off in school and got accepted to the best school of the Arts in the country.
After tossing the rest of my clothes in my suitcase I pulled out my favorite bag, it was an over the shoulder Nightmare Before Christmas bag and I loved it to death.
I placed my laptop and sketch book inside as well as my set of pencils and other supplies.
I had to dig around in my room for a bit until I finally found my passport, because my room wasn't exactly the cleanest place on earth.
Pulling on a new pair of jeans and a black tank top I went to the bathroom to fix up my hair which was pretty messy considering that I had been unpacking for most of the day.
I brushed it all out and pulled it into a high ponytail with my side bangs styled in the front. After the Cullen's had left I decided that I needed a change so I dyed my hair a dark burgundy, but the color was fading now and some of my old color was showing through but not enough that it looked bad. My hair fell around the middle of my back now since I have been letting it grow out.
After doing my hair I applied a little bit of mascara and eyeliner.
Going back to my room I grabbed my favorite worn out black leather jacket and pulled it over my shoulders.
It still smelled like home, of rain and the stale smell of the cigarettes that Charlie smoked.
I grabbed my phone and keys from my dining room table where I had left them when I came home earlier from getting some boxes from my old dorm, and put on my favorite black lace up boots.
In truth, I loved the new me. It was like Bella 2.0, an edgier; stronger me. It would have been a hell a lot better however, if the Cullen's could just stay the hell away.
Leaving my apartment, I hailed down a taxi and asked to be taken to the nearest airport. I was browsing the flight selections on my phone and I figured out exactly where I wanted to go- Houston, Texas. After all, everything was better in Texas right? Wait no, it was everything is bigger in Texas. But then again, bigger is better.
A slow smile spread across my face as my stomach bubbled with the anticipation of my little getaway. The dark sky contrasted heavily with the bright lights of the city and I sighed.
Sometimes it was nice just to have a little bit of a change of scenery.
Once I had gotten to the airport and checked in as well as gotten through security I had about two hours until my flight. I stopped for a bite to eat at one of the restaurants inside the terminal and then sat down at the gate with my sketch book and got to work on a picture of the plane.
I had always loved to document moments in my life through drawings instead of photos, although I do love photography.
Finally it was my turn to board and as I got onto the plane and went to my seat my heart almost stopped.
There he was, sitting in seat 6 A, while I was in 6 B- Jasper Hale.
My hands started to sweat and the rest of my body ran cold.
How the fuck did they keep finding me? Were they tracking me?
Why couldn't just leave me the fuck alone?
A/N Cliffy! Sorry! Ahhh, I can't wait to see what happens! Tell me what you think, and if you read, review, or favorite- thank you!