AN Muahaha! Here's chapter two! Told from Bella's point of view... kinda. It's third person but it's her thoughts and all... so yeah... MUAHAHA!! Okay, read on. Here's chapter two!

Disclaimer! Still no own recognizable characters!

Chapter Two

Isabella got home from the store at about a quarter to six, she had been at the store for nearly an hour and a half. She went to her study as soon as all the groceries were put away in their rightful homes. She picked up the math book her daughter had so suddenly dropped, making Isabella feel like she'd almost had a heart attack.

And when Kaci swore! She shouldn't be swearing in front of her own mother, that's ridiculous! Isabella shouted in her mind. She spun in her chair to face her computer and turned on the screen. She had written a total of one hundred seventy-seven pages for her new novel so far. Being Elizabeth Swan, a novelist without an agent or certain publishing houses to send to, she had no deadlines to meet and could write whatever on her own schedule.

Her current novel focussed on a young teenage girl who's first love dumped her and left--not caring about the damage he'd left behind in his wake. In the end, though, the girl meets several someone elses, some are good, some are iffy, and some are just plain bad. But after another heart breaking break up, someone helps her through it and they end up dating.

Isabella typed in the last sentence of the story, feeling accomplished that her novel was finished. It was based off of her life, yes it was, but no one other than herself, her husband Aiden, and her parents would ever know that, not Kaci, not her son Charlie, and most definitely not her readers.

The house was completely silent, it almost always was. Isabella left her study, slipping her shoes off, and walked barefoot on the cold white tile. She walked to the back of the house and into the backyard, only to be attacked by a sopping wet golden retriever.

"Vanilla!" Isabella scolded as she pushed the old dog down. No one would ever have guessed the dog was well over five years old, not with her energy. The dog smiled loosely at her--a wolfy grin. Isabella felt a pain in her chest--in her heart. She loved Vanilla, she loved her dog terribly, but when she pulled that face, it broke Isabella's heart. She ran inside to grab a towel to dry of her old friend and returned with tears streaming down her face.

Get a hold of yourself, Isabella! She demanded of herself. But she couldn't. The dog reminded her all too much of the life that had been hers decades ago. It was hard to believe that Jacob had been dead for nearly two decades. The last thing he said to her never left her mind.

I never expected to live long, Bella, and I'm leaving knowing that I protected you. I love you, go live your life, don't let me hold you down. It was a famous quote now, though Isabella's name wasn't mentioned, the line just skipped over that part. Her readers knew Jacob as Casey, a rowdy young adult who tries his hardest to just the world--not a werewolf, but a normal human.

Isabella still felt responsible for Jacob's death, if she'd never been with Edward... The name made her cringe thinking it, even years later she still felt as if he took a part of her away, that he'd made her life shatter into thousands of little pieces,

Jacob had done a good job of putting them back together, and Aiden did a good job at keeping them together, but sometimes, when Isabella was alone, she lost it. She couldn't stand life the way it was, she loved her family, but she missed the part of her that once was--the part of her that was before she knew about vampires and crooked smiles.

"There you are--mom, are you crying?" Vanilla's ears perked up and Isabella sat up straight, wiping her face with a dry corner of the towel. She turned around to face her son, Charlie.

Charlie was named after Isabella's father, but that was all that even acknowledged Charlie was related to Charlie. He was tall, well over six feet tall, his hair was a light shade of brown, messily arrayed down to his ears. He played on several of his school's sports teams and now, as a senior in high school, scholarships were piling up for him.

Isabella always felt like she had the perfect children, the two everyone wished for, the protective football playing brother with a 3.8 GPA, and the small and beautiful dancing daughter who excels in everything--except for academics.

Even though looking at Kaci was sometimes hard for Isabella, she still loved her daughter, even if she felt like she was conversing with a friend from long ago. Kaci was just like her old friend, short and pixie like with a certain flow to her step that made everything she did look like dance, she was the perfect reminder for what she had lost twenty plus years ago, and for what she had gained.

"Not anymore." Isabella answered, laughing. She got up and hugged her giant of a son. He was a full foot taller than herself, Isabella standing at five foot two and Charlie at six foot three--if Kaci had taken after her father's height she would have looked like she came straight off of the runway.

Casey hugged his short mother back, rubbing circles in her back with his large hand. He pulled away.

"Where's Kaci?" He asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket with a worried look on his face.

"What time is it?" Isabella asked back, maybe Kaci needed a ride...

"It's almost eight, doesn't dance end at six for Kaci?" Isabella nodded numbly.

"Yeah, wait here, okay? Maybe she's still at the studio helping with the younger kids." Charlie nodded, that was just like something Kaci would do, she loved dance more than anything, she loved the studio, if she could, everyone in the family was sure she'd live there.

Isabella ran out to her car, worried. She grabbed her phone out of the glove compartment and called Kaci's phone. No answer. She tried again, and, again, there was no answer. She sped off towards the SCDA studio, not caring if speed limits existed, Isabella Parker's black mercedes was a blur on the road.

She left her car running in the deserted parking lot and spotted the owner of the studio locking up. In return, the owner noticed Isabella, they met half way in between.

"Hello Mrs. Parker." She smiled warmly.

"Are you the last to leave?" Isabella asked anxiously, the owner nodded.

"Uh, yeah. Where was Kaci today, we were going over the choreography for the district comp, she never showed up." Isabella gulped.

"She didn't show up?" Realizing where the conversation had to be heading the owner's eyes opened wide in fear.

"Is Kaci okay?" The words rushed out of her mouth so quickly they meshed together as one. Kaci had to be okay! She was the best dancer to ever step foot in the studio--she had extreme potential!

"I don't know." Isabella whispered. "She's not at home, she could be at a friend's... I gotta go." Isabella said through gasps of pain and fear. She could feel pieces of her heart being chiseled off.

Where could Kaci be?

AN Gasp gasp! Where IS Kaci? Muahaha... next chapter will touch on that, next chapter will also be kinda gruesome... so... bye! See you next chapter!