So here is the first chapter of the weekend at the Cullens' house! Here's the deal: because of your guys' awesome response and because there is so much going on at this moment in the story, I'm putting up two chapters today. That's right, TWO chapters! It's my special treat for you guys who are so amazing awesome!!! And also, I was originally gonna put everything in one chapter, which ended up being a bad idea. So here you go guys!!!

-MissSingItAll

Disclaimer: I think we all know by now who owns this fantastic series.

Bella POV:

Finding the Cullens' was a bit more difficult than I remembered; after all, I avoided the place like the plague. Eventually I found the little hidden path that would take me up the road to the timeless house. I pulled up right in front, close enough to where I could probably see inside the large windows. I turned the truck off and sat for a few minutes, collection myself. I worked once again to put on a blank expression and, grabbing my bag, marched up to the front door. I rang the doorbell once, and not five seconds later the door flew open.

"Hi Bella!" Alice shouted. She leaped forward and grabbed my free hand, dragging me inside. "I'm so glad you came. We're going to have so much fun, so relax and take it easy!"

I managed a weak smile. Alice grinned back at me and led me into the large living room. There on the plush sofas sat Carlisle and Esme, waiting patiently. Esme was leaning her beautiful head on Carlisle's shoulder, and when I came in she stood immediately.

"Bella! It's so good to see you!" Esme exclaimed. Carlisle stood to join her.

"We've missed you, Bella," Carlisle said with a smile.

"I've missed you, too. Thanks for letting me spend the weekend," I said shyly.

"Oh of course, you are certainly welcome anytime." Esme stepped forward. "Did you already have dinner?"

"Um, no," I said. "But you don't have to do that for me, really."

"Oh nonsense! I'm happy to put the kitchen to use," Esme winked. "You can go and play with Alice and I'll call you when everything is ready." She started to walk out of the room. Carlisle laughed.

"Really, Bella. Esme loves taking care of you. She, as well as I, sees you as one of our daughters."

I couldn't believe the amount of love I felt in that moment. Carlisle and Esme would always be my second set of parents, and it filled me with happiness to know they felt the same.

"Thank you," I said, my voice wavering. So much for my walls. Alice tugged at my arm then.

"Come on! Upstairs to my room!" She had a wicked glint in her eye. I suddenly got nervous.

"Um, Alice? What exactly are we doing?"

She smiled nice and big. "Your hair is practically begging for a new style."

I gasped and turned to run, but she already had a good grip on me and pulled me faster towards her room. I yelled the whole way, trying to get her to stop, but before I knew it I was sitting in a chair in her room, Alice's hands working furiously with a curling iron wrapped in my hair.

"Bella, if I ask you something, will you answer me honestly?" Alice said thoughtfully.

"I guess," I replied.

"Okay. Well, how were you doing while we were...gone?"

I froze. Alice noticed this and put down the curling iron. She stepped back to look at me more closely. I sighed.

"I did...the best I could, Alice," I said slowly. I was starting to panic a little. "I tried to be normal for everyone. I really did. But," I took in a shaky breath, "I couldn't stand the pain. Everyday I felt myself grow weaker and weaker. I couldn't sleep or eat. Most times it felt like I couldn't breathe."

Alice's eyes grew saddened. She was about to say something when I cut her off; I had lost control of my mouth again. "I had no one, Alice. No one. Nobody talked to me, nobody cared. Charlie just didn't know what to do with me. I was practically catatonic, and when I did feel, all it was, all the time, was a burning pain. Alice, I-" a sob interrupted my words. "I wanted...to die," I whispered. Tears blurred my vision as I looked down at my lap. I felt cold arms wrap around me, and I turned so I could sob into Alice's shirt. I cried as Alice rubbed my back soothingly. My tears soon died down until I was left hugging Alice silently.

"Dinner's ready, if you'd like some," she said gently. I nodded and stood slowly. She smiled encouragingly at me. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Esme was setting out silverware for me. She must have heard the entire exchange between Alice and I, because she looked up and smiled sadly at me. I forced a smile back and took my seat, where a huge pile of food sat. Alice took a seat across from me, and we began to talk about trivial, lighter topics as I ate. I began to finally relax. Maybe the rest of tonight wouldn't be so bad.

Edward POV:

"I wanted...to die," I'd heard her whisper, and the CD case I was holding in my hands snapped in half. I was in my room, hiding like a coward. When I heard that Bella was going to spend the weekend, I didn't know what to do. I so desperately wanted to see her, but I had no idea if she wanted to see me, not after what I had done to her. So I locked myself up in my room and resorted to listening to their conversations. When Bella told Alice that she longed for death, it devastated me. I had done this to her. I had taken away her will to live. Her sobs tore through me, and I had to fight myself not break into Alice's room and take her into my arms.

I could hear Esme's thoughts from downstairs as Bella cried. The poor girl, she thought. I'm glad we came back when we did, or else who knows what would have happened. I felt mortified as I realized the enormity of Esme's words. What if we hadn't come back when we did? Would Bella still be alive? I shuddered.

"Dinner's ready, if you'd like some," Alice said. Her thoughts were erratic, starting and stopping constantly. I will kill Edward. Look at what he's done! Good. I wanted her to be angry with me, I deserved it. Oh, Bella. I'm sorry, I wish things could get better, Alice thought. They were now heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Through Alice's mind I saw them sit at the table and talk while Bella ate. Bella was certainly very thin and weak, and her eyes had dark bags under them. It pained me to look at her fragile state, and at the same time I couldn't stop looking.

I sighed and went to sit on my black couch. I couldn't stand not knowing what Bella thought of me. I didn't care if she was angry with me; I just wanted to know. Her mental blockade aggravated me more in this moment than ever before.

I heard the large strides of people running outside. Rosalie and Emmett must be back from...well, whatever they were doing in the forest. I could hear the back door open and close, and a second later the television came on, probably by Emmett. I stood to try to find a new CD when I heard Rosalie's words, clear as day.

"What's wrong with you?"

Bella POV:

I snapped my head up from my plate. Rosalie stood there, her eyebrows raised and her arms crossed.

"What?" I whispered. She huffed.

"I said, what's wrong with you? Your mood has gotten everyone down since we moved back."

"Rose," Alice warned. Rosalie looked over at her.

"What? I'm just trying to know what everyone is afraid of asking. It's not my fault that she continues to prove how weak she is," said Rosalie. I looked down at the tabletop. Rosalie was absolutely right, and for that I liked her even more. She definitely wasn't afraid to be blunt.

"Rosalie!" Alice exclaimed angrily. From somewhere else in the house, I heard a growl, low and deep. I cleared my throat.

"No, Alice, it's okay. She's just speaking the truth," I said quietly. Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm just saying that, well, we're back now, so cheer up! Now, when we moved I understood that it was to protect you and everything, but I saw it as mostly a way to protect us. I would not allow you to ruin our family's cover. You should be happy that we made this sacrifice for you," Rosalie's words were spinning in my head. They left to protect me? How is that possible?

"Rosalie, I think you should go now," Alice growled. Rosalie shrugged.

"But, Bella, you never answered my question. What's your problem? Is it self-esteem issues or what? I know Edward left you, but you had to have known that he would have left eventually." Another louder growl echoed through the house.

My vision became cloudy again. The corners of my eyes began to sting as Alice walked up and pushed Rosalie out of the kitchen. I blinked repeatedly to force the tears away. Rosalie was right; Edward would have left me eventually. I sighed heavily and started to clean up my plate. Esme appeared instantly and took the plate from my hands. "I'll take care of it," she said kindly. I nodded and Alice led me back to her room, where we made small talk and Alice finished the rest of my hair.

A/N: Yeah, that was a weird place to stop the chapter. But don't worry, stay tuned for more later on today!!