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This song for this chapter is called We Are Broken and it's by Paramore. This story, in a way, is based on that song.
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are property of Stephenie Meyer. We Are Broken belongs to Paramore. No copyright infringement is intended.
'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored?
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole
~We Are Broken by Paramore
Chapter Two
Broken
7 Years Later
August 7, 2009
"October 31, 2002
Bella,
Why haven't I heard from you? You won't return any of my calls or offers to come to New York. Rose and Ange haven't even heard from you. Are you alright? It's like you dropped off the face of the planet.
This isn't like you and it scares me. I need to know that you're okay.
Love,
Alice"
"November 25, 2002
Isabella Marie Swan,
Who the hell do you think you are?
You can't just go to Chicago and ignore us! So you meet new people and we're suddenly in the back of your mind? We're not a part of your life anymore? What kind of friend does that?
All Alice does is cry and it's getting on my nerves. You hurt her a lot and believe it or not but you've hurt me too.
Don't even bother writing back but a simple phone call would be nice.
Rosalie"
"January 2003
Bells,
Hey there!
I have faith that you're okay but to calm down that she-devil sister of mine I offered to write you.
Both Alice and Rosalie have said they haven't heard from you in nearly three months and for a while before that you three would talk every night. What happened? What changed?
Don't tell Rosie this but I think she's off her rocker. She thinks that you found new friends and don't care about us anymore. I told her that's not true. You'd never do that to us, right?
Sticking up for you put me in the doghouse though. Oh well.
Love ya,
Emmett"
"June 15, 2005
Dear Bella,
How's life going in the windy city? Good I hope. Texas isn't the same without ya'll here. It's lonely not hearing Em crack his ridiculous jokes everyday and I miss Rose and Alice like crazy.
Don't get me wrong. I miss you too! You were the one who kept everyone in check. The "adult". Haha.
I'm sure you've heard from all of us by now but I'm doing this as a favor to Alice. She's bugging everyone and she's even called your father to find out if he's heard from you. He told her you two only talk about once a month but you haven't been home in nearly three years. Why haven't you gone home to Forks, Bells?
That's not like you.
Well, I hope that whatever it is you figure it out soon.
Take Care,
Jasper"
"June 20, 2007
Dearest Bella,
Every year I write you on my birthday and every year I wish to hear from you.
The last time we talked was August 2002 and to this day I still think about you. To this day I still love you.
I kept true to my word. I haven't been with anyone else. I believe that we'll be together in the end. I can only hope that you haven't moved on but I don't blame you if you had. Five years is an awfully long time.
I don't understand why you've distanced yourself from our group but I'm sure you have a good reason. I just hope you're alright. Hopefully Charlie wasn't lying when he said you're doing fine.
All of us are hurting but I truly believe that it is Rosalie that you've hurt the most. She's angry all the time and at the mention of you she tells us to be quiet and to forget about you. But it's not that easy. I love you, Bella. And I hope you still love me too.
Love Always,
Edward"
"September 2, 2008
Bella,
How are you?
Jacob's been acting weird lately and I'm worried. He doesn't seem happy like he used to be and rarely gets down on the ground to play with William.
I know that Jacob's been in contact with you. I'm not stupid. I just don't understand why you chose to stay in touch with him but forget about the rest of us.
Oh well.
Hope you're safe and well,
Angela"
"August 5, 2009
Bells,
Have you heard about Michael Jackson? There's speculation that one of his doctors did it. It's a shame that all these celebrities are kicking the bucket, don't ya think?
Yeah. Yeah.
I didn't write you to tell you all about the latest Celeb news. Angela knows we've been in contact and I hate that I've hurt her this way. She promised not to tell the others. I need my friends right now.
In my last letter, I told you that I was getting tests done in Seattle.
It's cancer, Bella. Hodgkin's lymphoma.
Can you believe it?
We caught it extremely early and if I do all the right treatments, I should be okay. If caught early enough the survival rate can be as high as 90%.
I'd like you to come home to Forks, Bella. I need to see you one last time before I die. I'm also going to be asking everyone to come home just so you know.
I know it'll be hard for you but please. Do this for me. Nessie's welcome to come along too and don't worry. I won't tell Edward that she's his. I'll let you do that on your own.
Please say you'll come. You can get a hold of me on your cell. Day or night.
Give Ness my love.
Jacob"
My hands shook as I read Jacob's latest letter.
How could this be?
My sun – the one constant presence in my life – was slowly dwindling.
Why him? Why did it have to be him?
Tears ran down my face just thinking about Jacob Black dying. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be married to Edward with a baby on the way. Jacob was supposed to be healthy. Rosalie and Alice would still be my friends.
Everything fell apart and it was because of me…
"Mama?" a small, tired voice called from behind me.
I quickly dried my tears and turned to smile at my baby. Her curly bronze hair was a tangled mess and her brown eyes drooped from sleep. She looked more like her father than me.
Renesmee cautiously approached me.
"Come here," I said as I opened up my arms for her. She gave off a hesitant smile before making herself into my arms and taking a seat in my lap. "How was your nap?"
"Good," she replied. Her small, pale hand reached out to touch my face and the smile she wore faltered. "Mama, why are you crying? It's not because of my daddy is it? I told you that I didn't care. All I need is you."
I placed a kiss on Renesmee's forehead and pulled her closer to me. "It's not that, baby," I told her. "Do you remember my friend Jacob? He came to visit last December."
"I remember," she answered. "He gave me that bike that you said we couldn't afford."
"Yes. He's very sick, Ness."
"Well can't you make it better? You can make some of your special cheesecake and give him a kiss. That always makes me feel better."
I laughed at Nessie's innocence. She was so full of purity that anyone who didn't like her was a fool.
"He's not that kind of sick, Ness. He has cancer."
"Like Nana?"
"Like Nana but there's a pretty good chance that he'll be okay."
"Nana's doing okay too."
"She is. How would you like to go see Nana and Papa in Forks? We'll visit Jacob too. I'll introduce you to his wife and son. William's about your age you know."
"Boys are gross," she stated. She looked like Alice with her face all scrunched up in distaste. For a second I thought I was telling Alice that I hated shopping.
I messed up Nessie's hair and kissed her forehead. "You won't always think that way, kiddo. Why don't you go pack? I'll call Papa and tell him we're coming for a visit."
"Kay!" She quickly jumped off my lap and ran up the stairs, tripping on occasion.
Now for the dreaded phone call.
Ever since my stepmother, Susan, was diagnosed with leukemia, two years ago, I made sure that I called weekly to check up on her. We never brought up Edward or any of my friends from high school. Charlie and Susan, while they didn't agree with it, understood why I was keeping Renesmee from the group and they respected my decision.
I picked up the phone and quickly dialed Charlie's number. It was better to get this taken care of before Renesmee came back carrying a suitcase filled with stuffed animals again.
"Hello?" a gruff voice said from the other line. It was obvious that Charlie had worked a double last night. I could hear it in his voice. "Hello?" He was beginning to sound annoyed.
"Dad? It's Bella. How are you?"
"Bella?" He seemed more alert now. "It's only Friday. You always call on Sundays."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Honey, you shouldn't be sorry. You know we always enjoy hearing from you. How's Renesmee?"
"She's doing well. She's upstairs packing."
"Packing? For what? Are you avoiding Forks again? Bella, you can't keep dodging Forks for the rest of your life. I'm hoping my only daughter will attend my funeral."
I chuckled at my father's lame attempt at a joke.
"We're coming home, Dad. We're leaving for Forks today."
"Mind I ask what for?"
I sighed. I was hoping he wouldn't ask me this until I got to Forks but I should've known that he would want to know. Thank God it wasn't Susan who had answered. Don't get me wrong. I love her to death but she'd be asking questions left and right.
"I got a letter from Jacob."
"Oh." There was an awkward pause for a brief moment. "So you know then?"
"He's asked me to come home. He wants to see me in case he doesn't beat it."
"You know that Edward –"
"Jake already warned me that he'd ask everyone to come back. I'm willing to look past that. He needs me, Dad. He's always been there for me. He kept our conversations hidden from Angela for seven years. I owe him."
"You're right," Charlie agreed. "You do owe him but you also owe your friends an explanation."
August 8, 2009
APOV
"Will you stand still?" Rosalie snapped. "You're making me nauseas."
"I'm not making you nauseas," I teased. "Those twins you're carrying are the culprits."
Rosalie glared at me and all I could do was laugh. Currently we were standing at Sea-Tac by Concourse B waiting for Edward. Emmett agreed to go on to Forks and Rosalie would stay behind with me to wait for Edward.
Personally I think Emmett decided to go on without us because Rosalie's pregnancy hormones were driving all of us insane.
"Look!" Rosalie suddenly exclaimed. "There he is!" She stood on her the tips of her toes and began to wave her arms frantically. "Edward!"
I jumped up and down, mimicking Rose as best as I could. "I can't wait!" I exclaimed. "He's going to be so excited to see Bella again!"
Rosalie's excitement dwindled at the mention of our former friend. While I still thought about Bella Swan from time to time, Rosalie refused to have a conversation about her and now Edward was right along with her.
"How do you know the bitch will even be there?" Rosalie hissed. "She doesn't give a damn about us, Alice. Stop giving yourself false hope."
"First of all, Rosalie," I snapped. "Bella isn't a bitch. You don't know what she's been going through or how she's been doing."
"Oh?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow and glared at me. "And you do?"
"I talk to Jacob, Rose," I informed her. "He's been talking to Bella. He has been for the last seven years."
"So she can talk to him but not us? What kind of friend is she?"
"The kind who doesn't know who she can or can't turn to in a time of need. Did you know that Susan Swan has cancer? I sure as hell didn't."
"It still doesn't make sense why she turned to him. Couldn't she have gone to Edward? You know. Her boyfriend."
"Apparently not." I glanced in Edward's direction. He was almost in hearing shot now. "She's been keeping a secret, Rose, and she's afraid it'll ruin our lives. Now keep it hush hush. Edward's coming."
"How's it going?" Edward asked as he approached. I looked at Rosalie out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she wanted to mention all of this to Edward. It was eating her up inside.
"Good." I threw my arms around my brother, hugging him tightly. "And how's my brother the M.D.?"
"Do you always have to call me that?" Edward chuckled. "I'm fine by the way." He turned to Rose. "And how's the preggo?"
Her blue eyes narrowed at Edward before she looked away and flicked her blonde locks over her shoulder.
"Who put a stick up her ass?"
"My guesses? Eve and Elizabeth."
BPOV
"Is this where Jacob lives, Mama?" Nessie asked as we drove my old pickup truck up the dirt path to Jacob's. "It's pretty."
"He's Quileute, Nessie."
"Quil – e- what?"
"Quileute. He's Native American. La Push is an Indian reservation."
"Well, whatever it is, even when wet, it's still pretty."
In the distance I could see the little house Jacob had grown up in. He had inherited when his father had passed away last year. A little boy who appeared to be around six, with shaggy black hair and tan skin, busily played on the porch.
"Who's that?"
"I believe that's William, Jacob's son. Remember to play nice, Ness. No forcing him to play house or dress up, alright? Behave."
"Yes, Mama," she groaned.
I put the car in park once we were up close to the house and got out. Renesmee followed in pursuit.
"Can you believe it?" I asked no one in particular. "I haven't been here for nearly eight years."
"Hello?" a voice called from inside the small reddish house. "Who's out there?"
Slowly the door opened and I was greeted by someone I thought I'd never see again.
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