AN: Twilight is not mine. Thanks to haleyscott305, RICIA, and KimiD for the reviews last chapter.

EPOV

Damn that motherfucker's face hurt my hand. I would have done it a million times though if it would bring Bella any comfort. That motherfucker hurt her, and it was time for him to pay. Bella was mine and I would always do my best to protect her from jerks like him.

Her face had almost destroyed me when I saw what his words had done to her. It was almost as if he had said the only words that could possibly bring her that much pain. I knew it could all be true. I realized that if I had lost Bella I would probably become zombie like. I am just sorry that she had gone through it for so many years.

I was overcome again with a hatred for my parents. I didn't understand it. It wasn't their fault I had lost so much time with her, but my heart and mind kept telling me it was their faults. I was so confused though I could not remember one thing about my parents. I remembered a lot about Bella even a few memories, but I could not picture my parents. I couldn't even after Bella had described them in great detail. It was as if my mind was keeping them hidden. I just wish I knew why.

"Bella, you can come stay with me. We can bring your stuff to my apartment. It will all be fine. I promise you can make up with your friends. Everything will be fine. I promise." I said as hopefully as possible. I could not deal with her tears they really tore me apart.

She continued to cry into my side. I knew my shirt was getting wet, but that was the least of my worries. All of Bella's belongings were packed up next to us, and we were in James's garage while he was fretting over his broken nose.

"Bella, Bella, look at me please." I was pleading I needed to see her face. She was sobbing. When she looked up though I realized she was going to be okay. She was getting her breathing under control, and her tears were mixed with laughter.

"Edward, thank you for breaking James's nose. It was just what I needed." She was half laughing throughout her thanks.

"Bella let's start moving your stuff to the car. We should get back to our home." I wanted to see her smile again.

"Edward, I would love to. I love the fact that it will be our home."

"I do need to apologize to some people. I think my friends started drinking more to keep up with me. I should explain everything to them. Can you do me a favor and figure out where my phone is?" She asked as if she was afraid of something.

"Of course I will. Hold on let me go talk to James. Do you want to wait here?" I was afraid she would freak out by herself, but I also didn't want her around James.

"I will start loading the boxes into the car, but I think we are going to have to make at least two trips. I have more than will fit into your Volvo."

"Yeah no problem Bella. I will talk to James about it. I am sure once he has calmed down he will see clearly." I turned to leave.

"Edward?"

"Yeah Bella?"

"Be careful James can have an irrational temper sometimes."

"I will be."

James was still a little pissed off. I managed to talk to him rationally. I needed to talk to him about Bella.

"Hey James. I am sorry about the broken nose. I am a little protective of Bella. You hurt her. I am sorry I had to hurt you. You understand right?"

"I guess if I had Bella I would be a little protective of her too."

"Thanks, I guess. Anyways, I was just wondering if you had Bella's cell phone?"

"No. That definitely wasn't in her apartment. I guessed she had it. I mean I don't know where she was, so I just figured."

"Shit it was probably left at the bar she was at before she passed out. Thanks James."

"Yeah no problem I guess."

I ran back to Bella. I hoped she would remember where she had gone that night. I was hopeful because most likely it was there with the bartender.

"Bella, Bella! I think I know where your phone might be. Where were you the night you were admitted to the hospital? You probably left it at the bar, and the bartender probably has it. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Edward! Of course. I was at Dan's they serve all the good stuff to minors. We were partying like never before. I was just out there to get plastered. I probably just left my phone at the table." I was so relieved she remembered.

"Ok let's head over there. I will run in and ask the bartender if he has a phone." I didn't want her going in. I wasn't sure if she could handle it or not at this point in her recovery. I knew that if she had even one drink it could be fatal. Her liver could stop functioning.

"Edward, I can do it. I can run in. I know what the phone looks like. I know the number. The bartender will probably even recognize me. Trust me I can handle it. I am not even the least bit tempted to have a drink right now." She was infuriating.

"What if I go in with you?" Please say yes.

"Alright fine, but you do realize at some point you are going to have to trust me, right?"

"I know, I know."

"Ok, sweetie. Let's go get my phone."

We headed over to the bar. Her phone was with the bartender. He did recognize her. He offered her a drink, but my Bella was stronger than that. She declined the drink, and we hightailed it out of there. It seemed like no time before we were back at my place.

"What should I do?"

"Well, can you turn it on, or is the battery dead?"

"I think I can turn it on, but what if I have messages from all my friends worried? What do I do then? And worse, what if nobody called?" Bella's voice broke on the last few words, and I prayed to the God I had never before believed in that her friends had worried about her. She was going to break if they didn't.

She turned it on. It felt like an eternity before the whole system booted up. Then we waited.

Three minutes passed in dead silence. The phone didn't light up, nothing happened. Bella seemed like she was about to start crying, but all of a sudden it was like her phone had jumped awake. The text messages and voicemails poured in. Bella's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. I found it a little ironic that we were celebrating the fact that her friends were worried sick about her. I was happy too though.

"Edward, they did notice. They did try to call me. This makes me so much happier. I was afraid I could have died and nobody would have told Charlie until summer break came along and I didn't go home."

"Bella, you are more amazing than you give yourself credit for of course they would notice you were gone."

"Oh my God. I need to call Alice. She may have actually assumed I was dead."

As Bella was talking to Alice I realized that these friends of hers weren't all that bad of an influence after all. Maybe they could be part of Bella's support system in her recovery. I would have to explain the seriousness of the situation to them though. I couldn't be sure, but the way Bella was speaking to Alice it seemed possible that Alice really did care a great deal about Bella.

When Bella hung up she looked at me with the most terrified expression on her face and I became scared until she utter a few words, "Alice is angry. She says she needs to see me to believe me." I couldn't wait, but Bella seemed terrified.

"Sounds fine. I am ready to go right now."

Bella groaned and muttered something under her breath. It sounded to me like traitor.

AN: Who wants to meet Alice again since Bella isn't a drunken bitch anymore? Review please it makes me write faster.