Chapter 13 – lack of inspiration

I never expected sleeping to be so... hard when I was back in Phoenix. Sure it was hot in the day, but at night it turned cold, the low temperature somehow magnified in the basement, with my cold lumpy mattress. Seriously, how had I slept on this thing before? I mean, no matter how I lay on it, there's always a spring digging in some part of me, or if it's not a spring... then I don't even want to think about the weird lump sticking into my left shoulder blade.

Was it irrational to feel so... alone? And abandoned? I mean, I get why the baby needs to sleep close to my mum, but... I don't know, couldn't I have gotten a warning or at least a semi-decent explanation that would assuage my feelings of betrayal? But no, instead I got simply shoved down here without a second thought, why did my mum even want me around? Surely me being here would just take up storage space? Talk about a crash landing into reality.

I woke up early, or at least that's what my body thought, since I had only gotten a few hours of sleep, but Phoenix was an hour ahead of Forks and Phill wasn't exactly pleased about having to wait for his breakfast. I quickly scrambled up the hard wooden steps leading to the kitchen , falling only twice on the smooth wood in my socks, but Phill was there, in the process of storming over to me.

"I hate waiting for my breakfast, so don't make me fucking wait for my breakfast any more, got it?" he almost growled at me as he dragged me, stumbling into the kitchen.

He left me there to make breakfast and went to watch TV in the living room. I then went about making breakfast shakily, after my truncated reprieve from the bastard more commonly known as Phill I was a little unprepared for his... just him, I was unprepared for him.

As I made breakfast, my thoughts were in Forks. Was Edward up yet? How was he dealing with his family? What was his deal with his family? I plated up Phill's breakfast and got myself a bowl of cereal, preferring to eat in the kitchen rather than with Phill, the more distance between me and that man the better.

Phill refused to let mum do anything, instead, he had me running all over the place after whatever need or craving my mum had. It was ridiculous! She was only three months along! You could barely see the bump!

A couple of days after returning, I found five minutes to myself, so I went to check my facebook. I had just gotten onto the internet when Phill came crashing through the door and thundering down the stairs. He screamed... something at me – I couldn't actually understand him – and picked my laptop up and smashed it on the floor. While the sound of shattering glass and plastic was still reverberating around my head, Phill's screams intensified and he demanded I hand my phone over.

In my shock I hadn't retained the capacity for rational and coherent thought, so I dumbly handed my phone over. Was he trying to isolate me?

Edward's pov

Bella was gone. And it sucked worse than I would've thought. Ok, I know sucked isn't quite the word people would use for something like this, but it was oddly appropriate. It felt like there was a vacuum in my chest, right where my heart should be. And it was trying to suck everything in in hopes that at least something it managed to trap would fill the void... but that was something only Bella had the power to do. On the plus side though, she kissed me! That belied the... depression for a few hours, until I woke up the next morning and realised that I couldn't go and see her.

Everyone was waiting for me when I got home, and apart from Rosalie and Alice, they all went ape over my busted up face. Carlisle insisted on examining my face... and then concluded that there was no serious damage and that I would heal fine shortly. Alice had seen it coming and the only reason she hadn't told anyone was that, if she did, they would've come after me... and that really wouldn't've gone well. She also saw that there was nothing anyone could do about it, especially since the decision was made very last minute.

I tried to distract myself, I concentrated on working things out with the vampires, once I'd gotten over the initial shock and fear, and the feelings of betrayal, living with vampires was actually quite cool. I'd never really had time to really think about it before, being so distracted by Bella. Which also led to figuring out how everyone – especially Alice – could be so lively and chipper so early in the morning. The Great Mystery had now been solved! I also realised that, during the time I'd been spending with Bella, I'd actually made a whole lot of new friends for once. So, I ended up spending a lot of time with them.

It was because of my new friends and the novelty of my supernatural family that kept me same throughout the first and most difficult week she was away. Whatever I was doing, I would absently turn to say something to her, each time would send a a pang of sadness through me and set my chest throbbing anew. But I think a couple of people – mainly Leah and Seth – worked out my feelings for her, if it wasn't quite love yet, it was surely close. So they would quickly pull me from my melancholy whenever I would get distracted by her absence.

Soon it was time to go back to school, yet another distraction to keep me floating just above my depression. The ache in my chest for Bella never went away, instead, the burden became familiar and I eventually grew accustomed to it. Of course, just as I got used to missing Bella, everyone – including me – started to worry. After adding Bella on face book and sending her a few quick texts, she hadn't replied. Everyone assured me it usually took her a while to reply to anything as she was usually really busy in phoenix, and would be extra busy now that her mum was pregnant. So I let them soothe my worries and turned my mind from it's distressing path.

After three weeks with still no word from Bella, no-one could deny that something was up. Everyone kept trying to contact her, but all to no avail.

A/N – ok I know this is kinda crappy and like the title says... no inspiration what so ever for this chappy.

My friend had really wanted this to be updated so I decided to put what I had up because my brain was really not going to produce any more.

So I've decided to put this story on hiatus – another reason for putting this up, I hate it when people put up only A/Ns – until either my brain sparks something or if anyone leaves a review or a PM with a good idea – please the more the merrier in that department!

So yeah, any kinda feed back would be a story-saver! ...seriously though, no ideas means no story.