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Chapter Three- Why come back?

BPOV

I didn't know how long I sat against the kitchen cupboard. Hours. Enough time for Charlie to come home and witness my mess.

"Jesus Christ, Bella," he said, kneeling by my side and gently lifting me up. I was almost unaware of what was going on around me.

"Bella?"

I snapped out of my frozen reverie. Dried tears stained my face and my teeth were chattering. Nevertheless, I could see the horror on Charlie's face.

"Dad, don't worry. I hurt myself and dropped the plate. I'm fine." I croaked, trying to be reassuring it. My dad was on idiot. He didn't even look convinced.

"Bella. This will cheer you up. Jacob Black has moved back to Forks."

"Dad please just leave me- what did you just say?" I whispered.

"The Black's are back in Forks."

"Son of a bitch," I hissed under my breath. Charlie looked at me reprovingly.

"Bella, he was your best friend. Just because he moved doesn't mean he is a bad person, Bells. Cut him some slack."

And there Charlie goes back into clueless mode.

"How do you know there back?"

"I was driving back and I saw the removal van outside. I went inside and Billy and Jacob. We had a quick catch up. That's why I'm late."

That fucking little…

I pushed Charlie off and slipped my shoes on. Just as I turned to get my jacket, Charlie was there, standing behind me.

"What are you doing Bella?"

"Catching up."

"Not at this hour, you don't."

"I think I have the right."

"Young lady, you do not have the right to barge into people's houses at this time at night."

"Watch me, Dad."

"Bella, I can't let you go out alone. Your fifteen and you can't legally drive alone. As the chief of police I will not condone it."

"CHARLIE YOU WILL GIVE ME THE KEYS TO YOUR CRUISER NOW. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS."

"ISABELLA DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME."

Well that idea can blow out the window. Time for plan B.

"Dad, please. Think of it as an early birthday gift. I haven't seen any of my friends since I came back, they won't talk to me. They won't help me get over what I'm going through. Jake will. Please dad, I can't bare this any longer. For me. Please."

Finally, I cracked him.

"The keys are in my jacket pocket. You get caught Bells and I'm not going to bail you out." was all he said gruffly before shuffling into the living room. He was about to start crying; even a blind man could have seen that. I immediately felt bad. No Bella. Don't start feeling guilty now.

I ran to my dad's jacket in the hallway and grabbed the keys, sprinting out the door and to his police cruiser. I revved up the engine and took off at 50 miles per hour. Shit, maybe I should slow down.

I had started driver's ed. before I was kidnapped and to be honest, I wasn't that bad. I must have really torn Charlie up all these months if he had let me do something as irresponsible as this.

I reversed my mind away from Charlie as I sped down road after road. I knew the way to Jake's old house off by heart. Luckily there were no cars on the road at, oh my god. One am. How long was I sitting on the kitchen floor for?

I remembered the last time I saw Jake, he was carrying me away from him. From Edward.

"Jake, please let me go. I need to go back to Edward. I'm going to die without him. I swear I will."

Jacob didn't even look at me as he carried me down endless corridors.

"No Bella. He doesn't want you."

"But what about you?" I needed him. He was my best friend. He couldn't leave me again. He just couldn't.

"I don't want you either."

That was the point where it went dark for me. I didn't know I had been knocked out or if I had fainted. Either way I had woken up in a hospital with my parents, a medical team and a flock of police around me. Apparently I was left on my doorstep, blindfolded and unconscious.

I finally brought my self away from memory lane as I saw Jacob's house. It was in an almost uninhabited part of forks. My anger boiled over as the front of the house came into view. I stopped abruptly and marched out the car. Pay back time.

"JACOB BLACK GET YOUR FUCKING ARSE HERE RIGHT NOW."

The door slowly opened to reveal Billy wheeling himself out to the dark drive. Shit, I forgot about him.

"Charlie?" Billy's confused voice called out. Because of the dark blanket over the sky, he could see the cruiser, and not me. Hearing his voice brought back memories and tears of fury pricked at my eyes.

"Not really, Billy. But close enough."

"Bella?"

"Yes Billy," I replied scathingly.

"Is that you?"

"Nope."

I mean, what a stupid question to ask.

I walked towards the porch where Billy was, smiling as I went. This should be fun.

"Howdy Billy."

"It is you. I though you were at boarding school."

"Hmm. Funny story that. Maybe I'll tell you one day."

"You'll tell me why you're not at school?"

"Yup."

"Bella, you seem…different."

"It tends to happen to people after something traumatic. I'm sure you understand."

I didn't know why I was talking like that to Billy and Charlie. It's like compensation for all my seclusion since the past five months. Every minute I was living seemed like a year. There was no reason for anything. I decided to cut the cynicism. My battle wasn't with Billy.

"I do understand…Charlie did mention…How are you?"

"I'll live. What decided to bring you back down here?"

"Just...life really. We couldn't live where we were living anymore. We needed a change of scenery. Jacob especially."

As I gazed at Billy's wise face, his body encased by the wheel chair, dark hair blending into the darkness, I realized that he had just let something slip. He shuffled uncomfortably in his chair as if hell would be a better option than this. He knew. He knew I was kidnapped. He knew whom by. He knew where he was.

"Billy, where's Jacob?" I whispered. Suddenly his forehead creased and a look of understanding passed between us. He knew I was no longer ignorant to his role in this façade.

"Upstairs, first door to the left."

I stumbled into the house, engulfed with darkness. I found the stairs and ran up them, not seeing anything. As I reached the hall I saw three doors. The light was on in the hall, presumably done by Billy downstairs. I could see Jacobs room. Taking a deep breath I turned the door handle and flung the door open.

There he lay, on his front, still huge as I remembered. No, even bigger, the muscles on his back were defined and hard as rock, his tan skin perfect, his jet black hair, short. He cut it? I was momentarily distracted by him, just him. My best friend. Or ex- best friend should I say. Standing in his doorway gazing upon his sleeping figure I felt a rush of anger. He left me, twice. I hated him. Walking in loudly, I slammed the door shut and switched on the light. Nothing.

His body shuddered for a second; he snored loudly and then drifted once again into a dreamy slumber. I noticed he was sleeping in his jeans. Wow, how cool of him. I walked up to him, ready to make damn sure he woke up this time, suddenly I caught sight of something on his bedside picture, a gold photo frame, pick it up I looked closer my head thudding in my ears. It was me and Jake, standing side by side when we were younger, much younger, and me I would say about eleven or twelve. I remembered that day, our dads had taken us out to Port Angeles for the day. Our arms were slung around each other and we were smiling cheesy grins. A tear splashed on the glass on the frame, I looked up quickly alarmed, until I realized it was my own.

Before I knew it, they began to mount and soon I was sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't even know why exactly, but I knew I needed to get out of here. I slammed the picture down, whirling around and stumbled towards the door, running down the flight of stairs, I flew out of the door and into the cruiser. I should have said goodbye to Billy, but I couldn't bring myself to go back in there. Gripping the steering wheel, I started shaking even more, my teeth chattering. Looking back at the house, I felt a lump in my throat.

I needed to see Jake, to speak to him, for him to hold me and tell me its all ok, but at the same time I wanted to smash the frame over his head. I hate you Edward Cullen and God, I hate you Jacob Black.

Hate hate hate, that's all Bella know atm :L PLEASE REVIEW X