A/N::: So, here's chapter 3 I hope you like it. Because this chapter is kinda short and doesnt go anywhere i will put chapter 4 up to.... just to be nice so...enjoy and please review... the more reviews I get the more sooner I'll update :))))


Chapter 3

BPOV

Charlie came home right as I was setting out the food I made. I'm guessing him and the boys haven't had a real good home cooked meal in a long time seeing as Charlie came in practically drooling.

"So, you sounded pretty upset when you called me, why did you want to come live with us all of a sudden, I mean, last I heard you didn't want anything to do with us and that was why you only called." Charlie asked after taking a bite of his chocolate chip pancake.

Oh no… am I going to actually tell them I've been raped the past four years? What if they dad doesn't want me because I'm not the sweet innocent little girl I once was. I mean I was far from that, There had been more then plenty times that I had snuck out after I was raped and just to get it off my mind, went off to some party getting high, drunk or both, then waking up the next morning not knowing where I was. There were also a couple times that I woke up next to a random guy, there were even a period in time that I ended up cutting, I haven't done that in 3 months though…but would my dad want me the way I am now or would he want the little girl he had nearly 10 years ago. Would Em and Jazz want a messed up little sister who's been through more shit then you could think a 17 year old has gone through or would they want the sweet caring little sister that used to put band-aids on there little wounds after they fell? I decided I wouldn't tell them about Phil, or my mom. I've dealt with this shit for a long time… I think I can handle it a while longer, as long as I don't have to be sent back to Florida.

"Dad, I've missed you and the boys so much, it's not that I didn't want you in my life, it's just with Phil's baseball, School, friends…MOM… I've been busy….But after I thought about it for awhile I knew I needed to be with you, mom was just being to high-maintenance, and Phil was never there. I just missed ya'll please don't send me back… I just want to graduate from Forks High." I partly lied. I had lied so much in the past years it was just to easy, dad totally bought it.

"I would never send you back against your will…we've missed you so much"

"I love you, daddy" I smiled.

"I love you too, Bells" He grinned back.

"Well, I'm going to go unpack, you don't have to stay here all day, if you need to work I understand."

"No, they can handle 1 day without me. I just want to be with my daughter!"

Charlie helped bring all my luggage up to my old room, which really needed to be updated. It was still the pink and purple room I had when I was seven. Maybe I'd do a chocolate brown and lime green color scheme. Oh well I had plenty of time to think about it. Charlie, decided he was going to run down to La Push, since there really wasn't much to do since I was unpacking and all. I plugged in my I-pod and went to my newest and favorite playlist. The sad thing was that this playlist consisted of nothing but sad, depressing songs. I turned up the volume as the notes of Second Chance by Shinedown

My eyes are open wide
By the way I made it through the day
I watch the world outside
By the way I'm leaving out today

I just saw Haley's Comet, she waved
Said, "Why are you always running in place?"
Even the man in the moon disappeared
Somewhere in the stratosphere

Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance

Please don't cry one tear for me
I'm not afraid of what I have to say
This is my one and only voice
So listen close, it's only for today

I just saw Haley's Comet, she waved
Said, "Why are you always running in place?"
Even the man in the moon disappeared
Somewhere in the stratosphere"

Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance

Here is my chance
This is my chance

Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance

As the closing notes finished I really thought about the lyrics. I mean sure the beat didn't sound depressing but when you looked into this popular song they were saying sometimes goodbye was a second chance, and for them goodbye meant leaving this earth forever, so they could finally be happy, they had tried as hard as they could to be happy but it wasn't working out…

The next song that started was defiantly a depressing song, you could tell by the way the notes moved and how they words were sung. I started to sing along to this song to as I laid down on my bed, facing the ceiling.

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until' the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said, "I'll love her till I die"
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The Angels sang a whiskey lullaby

La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until' the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the Angels sang a whiskey lullaby

La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la laa

As the notes ended I heard someone huff, I turned to see a livid Emmett and a sad Jasper.

"Oh hey guys, what's wrong?" I asked getting up into a sitting position.

"Why are you listening to songs about people killing themselves and/or drinking themselves to death?" Jasper asked, sitting on my bed.

"I don't know, I just feel like it"

"But WHY do you feel like it… I mean one depressing song is enough but two in a row? Is something wrong?" Emmett spoke up.

"No, nothings wrong, Whiskey lullaby is a beautifully written song that tells the story of a love story gone wrong, if you watched the music video you'd understand. Then Second Chance, I just loved figuring out the meaning behind the words I mean the person who wrote it clearly had something tragic happen in their life, and after no matter how much they tried, for their friends, for their family, for themselves, to be happy they couldn't. So sometimes saying goodbye is really a second chance." I told them.

"So, there's no specific reason you listen to depressing songs?" Jasper asked

"No" I said, well the reasons I listen to them I don't want to share.

"Ok, so I'm unpacked how about we order pizza, go get tons of ice cream, and set up a fort in the living room like we used to 10 years ago" I suggested.

"YES! I'll go get the ice cream, Jazz set up the Fort, and Bells order the pizza" Emmett boomed. We all agreed and went our separate ways.