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I was lying in my bed with my head under the covers when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Can I come in Bells?" Dad asked quietly. "It's been three days since you went out with the girls so I know this is not still an effect of the alcohol. Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's the matter Dad. I'm just tired."

He gave me a look and raised his eyebrows.

"Isabella Marie Swan, I am your father. I have known you your whole life so don't try to bullshit me."

Seriously? Did my dad just full name me and curse in the same breath. Apparently he wasn't finished.

"You have only got out of this bed to use the bathroom since you got home on Sunday morning so I suggest you get your ass out of bed, go take a shower because you are starting to smell my house out, and then call your fiancé who has called eight times in the last three hours."

Wow. That was quite a speech for my father who rarely says that much unless it's about fishing or baseball. However shocked I was with my father's sudden verbal outburst something else outweighed that speech. Fiancé. Jake. What was I going to do? My stomach turned for the second time today and I rushed into the bathroom again.

"Bells … Are you sick? Why didn't you say anything? Do you want me to call the doctor? Shall I get Jacob?"

"Dad" I shouted from behind the closed bathroom door. "Sop with the questions. I'm fine. You're right. I just need an hour or so to get myself cleaned up and I'll be downstairs to cook you something proper for dinner."

I heard him gently close my bedroom door and make his way downstairs. As soon as I heard him step on the squeaky step at the bottom of the stairs I let the tears flow.

I stepped into the shower and let the water wash over me and the tears started to slow.

What was I going to do? I had asked my self that question at least a hundred times in the last few days along with lots of other unanswered questions. Am I doing the wrong thing? Am I ready to settle down? Will I be happy to spend the rest of my life in this town working in the local diner? Would Jake expect me to stay at home full time after we are married? The most pressing question and the hardest to answer was… Should I call the wedding off?

I stepped out of the shower only feeling slightly better than when I went in. My questions all still went unanswered.

Downstairs Dad was watching something on the TV so I went straight to the kitchen to start dinner. Glancing at the clock I noticed it was already four in the afternoon so I looked round for something quick to make. I prepared the lasagne and put it in the oven to cook. I turned to go and tell dad dinner would be 30 minutes when I spotted my phone on the kitchen side.

I had thrown it on the floor when I walked in the door after my bachelorette party so I assume Dad had picked it up. I turned it on. 36 messages and… What? 86 missed calls. I had only been MIA for 3 days. Eighty of the calls were from Jacob, three from Alice, two from Angela and two from Unknown numbers.

The messages were pretty much the same. Jacob had sent most of them;

"Hey babe. Hope you had a good night. Call me when you wake up. Love you."

"Bells … You still in bed? It's 4 o' clock. XXX"

Gradually he seemed to be getting more and more pissed off.

"We've got stuff to sort for our wedding in 2 weeks! Call me!"

"Bells. Your dad says you won't get out of bed. Something we need to talk about?"

"Call me…."

There were a couple from Alice.

"Bella .. We need to talk about last night. You know I am here for you no matter what. Love you."

"Hey beautiful. Call me please."

And one from Angela.

"OMG Bella. D8 with driver Ben next weekend. Eeeeeek!"

I smiled at the last message. I totally saw that one coming.

I had twenty minutes before dinner would be ready so I walked out front to make a call. I had to phone Jake but I still didn't know what to say.

"Bells"

"Hey Jake"

"What the hell has happened to you? It's been three days and no word."

"Jake, please don't shout at me."

"Don't shout. What do you expect me to do? I've been worried sick." He calmed down a little bit. "Seriously Bells, Why have you been ignoring me?"

"I haven't. It's not like that. I just … well … We need to talk Jake."

"Ok, I'll come over now."

"No." I said far too quickly. "I'm just about to have dinner with my dad … meet me for lunch tomorrow?"

"Um, ok. I'll collect you at 12. Love you Bells."

"See you tomorrow then Jake…"

I hung up the phone and felt like throwing up again. Why couldn't I tell him I loved him? I had said it hundreds of times in the past.

I sat on the step and closed my eyes; my thoughts immediately brought forward a green eyed Jazz singer.

"Stop!" I shouted to myself. I had been with Jake for five years and engaged for nine months. I couldn't let someone who I had spoken to for five minutes come in between that. Could I? True, Edward had made my body feel things that it never had before with just a hug, but he had to be a decade older than me and he was just being nice.

"Stop being so silly" I chastised myself.

"Bells, something smells like it could be starting to burn in here."

I turned to see Dad stood on the steps behind me. I gave him a small smile. It was the best I could manage. "Just coming."

He turned and walked back inside. I got up to follow but there was one thing I had to do first. I looked at my phone and went to my contacts. There it was …

'Edward (Eclipse)'

I clicked on it until a list of options came up.

Edit

Delete

Send Contact Card

Call Mobile

Text Edward (Eclipse)

I quickly scrolled through the options before I changed my mind.

Delete

Delete Edward (Eclipse)?

I clicked Delete again and followed Dad inside.

Awww, Poor Bella. And Edward has been deleted - Poor Edward? What is she going to do? What do you think? Please leave me a review to tell me.

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