Disclaimer: To my great disappointment, Stephenie Meyer owns the character names and Twilight. :'( OH THE AGONY.

3. Uh Oh.

I awoke to the sound of angry babbling. It sounded like Alice. I wondered who she was talking to, seeing as we were the only ones home.

I looked over at the clock. 12:45. I hopped up, and instantly felt pain all over my body. Last night's events flooded back into my mind, and I was instantly worried about where Paul was, and what he's going to do to me for running away. Don't even want to know.

I stumbled painfully into the kitchen, and just before I came into the view of Alice, I heard her say something that sounded like "…when will the police find him?..." At that, I barged into the kitchen, no matter how agonizing it was to run.

As soon as I got in there, I ripped the phone from Alice's hand, and pressed 'end'.

"Alice, what the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you even know what he's going to do to me once he gets out of jail?! He's going to freaking torture me! You have no idea-" I yelled but I was cut off by the pixie.

"Bella!! Just listen to me for one moment! I don't care what the police have to do, but Rose, Angie and I are never going to let him touch you ever again! We'll get them to put a restraining order on him and he won't be able to go near you."

"A restraining order? That's all? You know that won't stop him, he'll just find a way around it. I can't be watched over twenty-four/seven!"

"Oh yes you will be, Angie, Rose and I are going to be there for you, no matter what. That's what best friends are for. And best friends don't let best friends get tortured! When Angie's in trouble, we go and get her before she can get hurt. So just deal with it, he's going to jail. And you have the choice not to press charges, but we all know you should. And go change into a bathing suit so I can take pictures of all your bruises. Go, I have some bikinis in my second drawer."

Sighing, I stalked over to her room, and opened her second drawer. There were tons of scanty bikinis, so I chose the best no-revealing-every-part-of-skin-on-your-body bikini.

I stripped down, and put on the bikini, tying the top and bottom. It really wasn't that bad. I walked over to the mirror and stared at myself. I was covered head to toe in blue and purple ink-like bruises. And they hurt like hell. They were only developing today, so they are going to much worse tomorrow, although I couldn't imagine it. I've had worse.

As I walked into the kitchen, I heard a shocked gasp from Alice.

"Bella! Oh, how could someone do this to their child?! I can't believe it." She exclaimed as she ran over and hugged me painfully tightly.

I took a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Bella. I just feel so bad."

"Don't feel bad. It's my problem. Anyway, is it okay if I stay the night here again? Maybe we can invite Rose and Angie over too."

"Of course! I wouldn't let you go back there anyway."

"Okay, well I need to go get my stuff from the house. You should come too, in case Paul is there. He wouldn't do anything to me if I have company."

"Sure. Just let me take these pictures first."

After she snapped a few pictures, and I changed back into fresh, clean clothes, courtesy of Alice, and we made our way to my house.

Once we got there, to my relief, Paul was still at the bar. That's a first, note sarcasm.

"Bella, maybe you should call your mother. She should know, then maybe she can come home early. Then Paul-" Alice said, but was cut off by the phone ringing.

I walked over to the phone and checked the call ID. Speak of the devil. It said "Stephenie Cell".

"Hello?" I answered.

"Bella! How are you?" my mom answered, sounding kind of distant.

Before I could answer she responded, "Bella, my flight got cancelled and the next available one with seats is in 3 months. I'm so sorry. But, I gotta go now, alright? Have fun! I'm sorry." With that, she hung up. I stared at the phone for a long moment, and I started loosing track of time.

"Bella…Bella?...Bella!?" I wondered how long Alice was calling my name.

"What?" I asked her, in annoyance.

"Well, what did she say?" she asked impatiently.

"She said that her flight got cancelled and the next available one is in 3 months. And she didn't give me enough time to tell her how I was doing…"

"Uh oh. That means Paul will be here for a longer time. Or not, since the police will find him." She had to add that.

"Whatever, I'm going to go grab my stuff from upstairs, wait here." I told her as I rushed up the stairs.

On the way up, I could have sworn I heard a car drive up onto the driveway. I let it go, it was probably nothing.

When I got to my room, I caught a glimpse of my window in the corner of my eye. I walked over and looked out. There stood Paul, locking up his car. I ran downstairs, hopefully able to run out the back door with Alice before he got in.

"Alice!" I whisper-yelled.

"Yeah, I heard him. Let's go!" she whispered back.

"Wait! What about my clothes?"

"Who cares, I have tons of clothes you can borrow and an extra toothbrush. Hurry!"

Thankfully, we got out the back door unseen, me being dragged by the arm, a little bit gently, just as we heard Paul opening the front door, with a box of beer in his hands. Wonderful.

Thank the lord that we walked. Otherwise he would've seen the car, and would've known we were here.

"Alice?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for helping me and letting me stay, you're the best."

"No problem. Come on, let's hurry up and get home so we can call Angie and Rose!"

"Alrighty, then." I said, sighing. Here it goes.

As soon as we walked through the door, Alice zoomed to the phone so fast I didn't think it was possible. She must be excited – not a first. I could tell Angie said yes because Alice started squealing loudly, and the same deal goes for Rose. Loudly was a major understatement.

"Yay! Bells, guess what? Angie and Rose are on their way. I had a feeling they would say yes!" she said while grinning brightly and excitedly.

"Yes, Alice, I know. I could tell from your insanely loud screeching." I said jokingly, while smiling at her.

"Yes, it's in my nature. Come on, lets go set up!!" Before I could start walking, Alice was dragging me by the arm rather tightly. Painfully.

"Ow!" I moaned at her. She looked at me meaningfully, guilt in her eyes. She let out a whole-hearted apology, and I walked upstairs beside her.

"Okay, so here's the plan. First, they get here, obviously. Second, we go put their stuff upstairs in my room, third, we come downstairs and make sundaes!
Fourth, we clean up the big mess we're bound to make. Fifth, we eat them." she said while giggling like a two year old. "Sixth, we pick out a sad, romantic movie to watch. Seventh, we watch it, duh. Eighth-"

I interrupted her with, "Alice, two things. First, this is a pretty damn long list! And second, when did you think of all this?"

"On the way here, obviously. When else?" she responded like she was explaining it to a one year old for the seventh time. She is a pretty fast thinker.

"Okay, anyway. Eighth, we go upstairs because it will be late by then, ninth, we play 'Would you rather'. Tenth, we play truth or dare and finally eleventh, we play dress up and makeovers! Yay! Then of course, we go to sleep!" she finished, while grinning proudly.

"Great, Alice, but I think –" I was interrupted by the door bell ringing.

Here we go.

(A/N) Okay, so I'm finally done. Sorry for the wait, I was busy. It's mostly because I've been at my dads, and the documents are saved on this computer.
Okay, so rate and review. I'm actually relieved that Alice called the police, even though it's my story. After all those years of torture!

R&R!! I wanna know if I'm making it at all interesting. DON'T LIE!! (you know who you are) I wanna know for sure if it's good. Dun lie.

OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN! =D
Oh, and the Uh Oh is only for the beginning, the end is the start of what the next chapter is gonna be about. And.. I'm gonna stop :) Okkayy, enjoy!

Okkayy, bye bye! I may update again today, and spoil you! :) So be happpyyyy. !
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