Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does and she is a great writer!

BPOV cont.

I sat in my truck thinking that my whole world had turned upside down, starting with Edward coming back, to Jacob becoming very sick. I don't know if I miss the dreary world I lived in, life was simple then. If I could call it life. All I did was eat and sleep, and occasionally nodded or shook my head to a question. Now here I am, thrown into a moving rollercoaster. Not knowing where the next curve or dip would start. Not knowing if I would fall deeper or climb higher. Just hanging on for dear life. The only question left is where am I going to go now?

I couldn't go to Jake's home. I left so many messages at Billy's place. A few asking, well demanding, that Jacob see a doctor. Some threatening Billy for child endangerment, and other messages begging just to see Jacob. All I got in response was a disconnected phone line after the tenth call. So, obviously I wasn't welcomed in. I have half of a mind to just go in there and demand to see if Jake is alright.

I can't go home either. I would be walking back and forth across the living room, probably making a hole in the floor thinking about Jake and Edward.

"Oh, God." I groaned. I haven't even thought about what I am going to say to Edward. I hit my head against the steering wheel, realizing that the exchange I had with Carlisle wasn't going to make things any easier. I have to go and talk to Edward before Carlisle has the chance to. Maybe then I could clear some things up. Hopefully, I won't cause any more unnecessary damage. I turned the engine on, making anyone within hearing distance jump and turn to look at the growl of life that my car made.

I exited the parking lot and headed for the highway to Edward.

When I saw the green canopy open and the white Victorian house stand unchanged, my heart began to beat widely in my chest and my stomach began to make back flips.

The house was timeless, graceful, and probably hundred years old. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories tall, rectangular and proportioned. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect restoration.

Pg 321, Twilight

"Holy Crow! If my body was doing this just by the house, I can't imagine what it would do by just looking at him again." I thought out loud. It took a minute to fully understand what I just said. I blushed tomato red.

I turned off the ignition and sat in my truck for what was five minutes. I didn't want to admit it, but I was afraid. I wasn't afraid of going into a house full of vampires, which is what I told Edward when he first introduced me to his family. I was afraid that the rollercoaster that I was on would make a sharp left turn and head recklessly downward. I don't think that I could survive that crash.

I looked around and noticed that the garage was open and all the cars were gone…except for a shiny silver Volvo. I bet they all left at the drop of a coin. At least it would be less humiliating without Emmett there.

I got out of my car and closed the door. The echo bounded off the trees. Well, if he didn't hear the truck coming, which I highly doubt, he would have heard that. I stepped weakly through the green lawn and started up the stairs of the porch, but the closer I got to the door, the more I wanted to turn back and run like the coward I am. I turned the door knob and walked inside.

The floors were free of dust and the windows were spotless. The furniture was put back with great care. The black grand piano stood standing as if it was never moved. It's as if I woke up from a long nightmare and nothing had changed.

"Hello, Bella," Said, a dark velvet voice.

I began hyperventilating at the sound of his voice. It was smooth, soft, and I had missed that sound for so long. I really wanted to see his face, but I don't know if I was able to turn.

"Hello Edward," I managed to whisper.

"Bella, could you turn around please." He pleaded.

I obliged only because my restrain couldn't hold me back any longer.

When I looked at him, it felt like I was hit by a fret train at full speed. My memory didn't bring him justice, at all. His bronze hair reflected bits of sunshine that came through the window. His face was inhumanly beautiful, with his strong jaw and prominent cheek bones. But his eyes were what made my breath go away. The auburn color danced widely, like fire, and glued me to where I stood.

Trichasam's note: Sorry about the short chapter. I hate it when my head becomes indecisive…..