AN: I would say I'm sorry about how late this update is, but I'm not. You want to know why? 127 hits. 74 visitors. 0 REVIEWS! But anyway, this chapter picks up right after the last one, so it might help to skim over that one again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, if I did I'd probably get more reviews.

Claimer: I would make a funny comment here, but because I haven't gotten any reviews, I just don't feel like it.

JPOV

How did I feel when Bella just walked past me like I wasn't even there? How much did it hurt when she walked past me again and didn't even glance my way? What was is like seeing the only girl I can think about, and realizing that she doesn't think about me at all, even when I'm in the same room? I can only compare how that felt to how it would feel to have your heart ripped out of your chest, stuffed in a blender, and set to purée.

Do you want to know the most pathetic thing about it? I mean the really pathetic piece to my already pathetic life? For some reason I found myself walking up the stairs to her room. That's right; I can't seem to leave this girl alone, despite her obvious indifference to me. Why? Because seeing her cry was worse than that heart in the blender thing.

About half way up the stairs I heard a loud crash and I quickly ran the rest of the way to her room. When I yanked at the door handle it was locked.

"Bella?" I called through the door, "Bella, are you okay?"

There was no answer. By this time Charlie was standing right behind me. He knocked me out of the way as he went to pound on the door.

"What broke, Bella? Are you hurt? Answer me Bella!" His voice shook with barely contained panic.

A small voice came from inside. "I don't want to talk to you Charlie. Please, please just go away."

Oh man, she just sounded so… fragile. It hurt hearing her sound like that. I turned to Charlie and I knew that he felt the same way.

"Let me talk to her Mr. Swan."

"Okay."

CharliePOV

This is too much. I'm in over my head here. My little girl is falling apart and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do to help her. That's why when Jacob offered to take over the job, if even for just one conversation, I let him do it.

I'm probably a disgrace to parents everywhere for letting a teenage boy try and fix my daughter, but what else can I do? How can I be the parent that Bella needs? I don't know what I'm doing, handling teenage hormones was supposed to be Renée's thing. That's why I wanted Bella to move back to Phoenix, to be with her mom. I had no idea it'd upset her this much. If I did I would have found a way to tell her gently, then she wouldn't have had to find out from an overheard conversation.

What now though? She obviously doesn't want to move. I wish Renée was here to help. Well, I can at least call her; maybe she has the answer to this crazy mess.

BPOV

As soon as Charlie's footsteps fade away Jacob makes an effort to "talk to me". Can't he tell that I just want to be left alone?

"Bella? It's me, Jacob."

There's a long pause as I decide whether or not to answer him.

"Look, I know you don't want to be around people right now, but maybe it'd help to talk to someone."

Another pause follows his words.

"If you didn't catch the hint, by someone I meant me. I'm a really good listener."

For whatever reason, I believed Jacob when he said this. It wasn't even so much what he said, but the sincerity in which he said it. I found my voice then.

"Why?" It was the only word I could get out before the fresh tears started down my face.

"Why what?"

I had to take a deep, shuddering breath before I could speak again. "Why do you care?"

The silence stretched on for at least a minute as I waited for his reply.

"I don't know." The previous sincerity I heard in his voice was no longer there. I wonder what the real answer to my question was, but before I can dwell on it too long he speaks again.

"Can I ask you a question, Bella?"

"Yes, but I might not answer it."

"What's your favorite color?" His strange question confused me. In fact, it took me so off guard that I didn't even think before I answered it.

"Yellow."

What? Where did that come from? The last time someone had asked me what my favorite color was, it had been whatever color his eyes were at that moment. Thinking of Edward started to push me towards the edge again. The only thing that kept me from going over was the sound of Jacob's voice asking me another question.

"Cats or dogs?" The sheer randomness of his inquiry kept me anchored in the moment.

"Dogs, big ones. Not those little ankle bitters." Jacob chuckled at this. I could hear him sit down outside my door.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Milk Chocolate or dark?"

"Dark"

"Favorite food?"

It continued like this for over an hour. My tears slowly dried as I answered every single silly question Jacob could think of. I don't know what brought on this interview, but I was grateful for it. Jacob kept me sane. My world was still ending, but for the first time in weeks I could pretend that it wasn't.

Then the phone rang. It was Billy. Jacob had to go home.

The momentary peace I had found was slipping away, and I could see how miserable my life was again. Even though it wasn't even noon yet I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.

RenéePOV

I jumped as soon as I heard my phone ring. It took some time to dig it out of my bag, but it was still ringing when I finally pulled it out. The screen read Charlie. My heart stuttered as I dreaded the news about Bella that was sure to come from the conversation. I flipped the phone open and brought it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Renée? It's me, Charlie."

If I hadn't been so worried about Bella I would have made fun of Charlie's tendency to forget about caller ID.

"Is Bella okay?"

"She found out about Phoenix. She completely freaked out when she did, too. I was talking to Jacob about it and she overheard."

My heart sunk. Did she really love Forks that much or did she change her mind about Charlie? I scolded myself for being jealous of their relationship. After all, he was her father; she should want to live with him. But I was her mother, why didn't she want to live with me?

My internal dialogue was interrupted by Charlie.

"Look, Renée, I called because I think I'm in over my head here. I don't know what to do. Should I—"

"I'm leaving tonight."

"What? You're leaving? Leaving Phoenix?"

I almost shouted my next words.

"Yes, Charlie, I'm leaving Phoenix and flying to Forks. I'll be at your house sometime tomorrow. Bella needs me, her mother, not her father, ME!"

I hung up and slammed my phone into my purse. I tried to tell myself that I was afraid I was losing Bella to her depression, but I was lying. She would get better eventually. I was really afraid I was losing Bella to her father.

AN: Yes, Renée will be a more predominant character in the story. Why? Because she's Bella's MOTHER. It just makes sense.

Now, if someone doesn't review I'm going to change the name of the town from Forks to Spoons. While this might not sound threatening now, you'll really regret it when Renée's plane lands in Spoons and you're left wondering if she got lost because you forgot about the name change. Hahaha! However, if you feel like reviewing (because you're awesome like a ninja) AND you want the town's name changed (because you're awesome like a ninja monkey), then let me know in the review. Heck, I'll even let the first person to review PICK the name if they want. So… ok. The first person to review decides the fate of Forks. Take that!