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I Want You Here

I wanna scream
Is this a dream?
How could this happen,
Happen to me?
This isn't fair
This nightmare
This kind of torture
I just can't bear
I want you here
I want you here
Ooh... ooh...

I waited so long
For you to come
Then you were here
And now you're gone
I was not prepared
For you to leave me
Oh this is misery.

Song- I Want You Here

By: Plumb

With a shaky hand Mia stood before the wolf painting. She didn't know how long she had been standing here staring at the majestic black oil painted wolf, who she swore stared right back at her with its haunting eyes. She could have been in this standoff for minutes, hours, days, weeks even. She lost track of time the moment she opened the door to the old wooden cabin and walked into a place where every nook and cranny held a memory that almost seemed to reach out and slap her harshly across the face.

In her mind's eye, she could see the living room aglow with a fire from the stone hearth and her family sitting around the warm glow as they roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. Ghostly chuckles rang in her ears from memories of stories told; some in an attempt to scare her, some in attempt to amuse her, and others in an attempt to memorize her. This place was the place they all came to unwind and bond. Here is where her uncles taught her to ride dirt bikes and atvs.

Instantly she remembered from this very room his deep voice always calling out from the entryway with a playful smirk across his face watching her as she darted for the front door. 'HELMET, MIA,' he would chuckle in a fatherly yet stern tone as he would toss a helmet her way as if it was a football. All the while she rolled her eyes at his overprotective nature; something now she longed for and something she realized she took for granted. Shaking her head to rid herself of the residual ghosts that haunted these walls, she focused again on the task at hand. With a hard swallow she raised her shaking hand, wincing slightly from the pain in her shoulder and pulled at the corner of the painting; it hinged away from the wall just like Manny said.

There sat a safe. Fear swelled inside, causing her heart to clench as it pounded against her chest. There is always fear of the unknown, but what was behind this steel door really had her terrified. What did he want her to have. What was so important?

"35, 11, 9," she started to mutter over and over as she stared blankly at the door - almost hoping it would open itself. Again with a wince of pain she reached up her injured arm and spun the dial to reset it. Slowly closing her eyes and with a deep breath she started feeling each tick as she twisted. "35," she whispered as she opened her eyes just as she came to the number, taking another deep breath, "11," she whimpered, "9," she hiccupped and as the dial clicked on that last number the door separated from its latch and slowly crept open. She knew it was now or never; and with the most unsteady hand of her life she reached up and took the vanilla envelope into her hands before finally allowing her legs to give away as she slowly slid down the wall to the cool wooden floor below her.

A strained look crossed her soot, blood caked face from the pain pulsating in her shoulder. Slowly with a trembling hand she pulled the white envelope from the brown one, pulling the tab out of its tucked position she removed the folded contents and stared at it for a moment. She knew it was a letter; mentally she winced and hoped it didn't contain to many large words. While she could now read thanks to her father's help, her vocabulary was still minimal as Manny had only taught her the basics seeing as his time was limited and he too was limited since he too had very minimal schooling. So while she did learn to read it was still choppy and on occasion it took her a minute to think of a word's definition - most of all if it wasn't one she used daily. With a deep sigh she unfolded the paper to see her father's scrawl. She feared its contents but knew he wouldn't have told her to come here and wrote this if it wasn't important. With her mind set she dropped her eyes to the words on the letter that she held onto tightly in her trembling grasp and read.

My Dear Mia,

There would only be one reason for you to be reading this letter and that would be because I am gone.

Whether it be from old age (which I pray is the case) or from an untimely cause, there are things I wanted you to know. Some things I pray I was able to tell you with my own voice, and some that I find myself to cowardly to tell you with my own voice.

First, my precious girl, I cannot in words or any action express how much I love you and how much you mean to me. I never thought in my life I could be blessed with anything other than pain; not even in Marissa and the child she carried did I find myself as blessed as I did with you. You have been my saving grace in my drowning sea without you I would have been long dead before even now. You gave me something to strive for, something to want to live and die for.

That's why I wanted out of the street game and that is why I wanted a life away from LA, because I wanted so much better for you. While I know you thrived with me and your uncles, you needed a normal side of your life away from the streets; you needed to be a child not just another car thief. I pray that I have been able to achieve watching you go to school, make friends, suffer through your girly sleep overs, get good and even bad grades, watch you go to your first dance, your first date (which who knows how six overprotective father figures will handle that, but I can say I promise to keep ourselves in check), your first heart break over a guy (again I repeat my previous statement), you graduate, you leave for college (giving me and your uncles a deep heart break at letting our baby girl go), you finding Mr. Right and getting to make him squirm just for fun and to make sure he is man enough for you, that I was able to walk you down the aisle, dance with you as you beam under the spotlight to our father daughter dance, and watch you give me a grandchild. Like I said, I pray that I have been able to make each of those milestones.

However, there is a greater likely hood that I have met an untimely death and in that case I hope you at least have your uncles with you now for support. If not, I am sorry because I am sure you feel alone. A long time ago we made a choice and that choice led to our downfall, and as much as I want to be honest with you, the less you know the safer it is for you. Just know that if you are alone, not only do I love you but your uncles loved and would die for you without a second thought.

Secondly, I wish I was strong enough to tell you in person but I couldn't find the words or the heart to. Because in all honesty I guess I was just to scared and selfish and that if I did I would somehow lose you, and my heart just couldn't bare it.

When you came into my life, I still wanted to know the blank pieces of your life; so I paid off a social worker to fill in those pieces and if you are reading this because of my untimely death then I can't be more pleased with my decision to do so. Because even if you are with one of your uncles and even though they would die for you, you are no longer safe with any of us, Mia. We are marked men and anyone with us is a pawn or a tool to use against us. So for your safety and theirs you need to part ways. The contents inside this vanilla envelope will give you an option; it is up to you to take the option. I obviously cannot force you, but when faced with your possible three options I find it the lesser of three evils and the safest place for you, and to me I just want you safe. I hope you can forgive me for being selfish and never sharing this with you or them. I just couldn't lose you.

You will be waking up soon so I must bring this letter to an end; because if I don't I know you will snoop around just to see what I've been doing.

Please, Mia, know how much I loved you and again please forgive me for keeping all these lies from you due to my own selfishness of not being able to risk losing you. Please know where ever you go and in whatever you do - blood or not - you are mi Nina and I love you.

Love Always,

Papi

Slowly the letter fell from her hands and with the words echoing in her mind she reached for the vanilla envelope and the contents. She thought before her heart was hammering against her chest painfully, but she was wrong, right now she felt almost crippled by the pain as it thumped wildly. As she tore at the seal it finally gave away, causing the contents to pour onto the floor between her legs. Carefully she rooted through the papers and pulled up a decorative sheet; she studied it for a moment but couldn't read all the words as she didn't know how to pronounce everything most of all the words in what appeared to be another language and she really didn't have the energy to even try. She did recognize a few words.

Isabella Marie Uley. Birth, May 20th, 1970. The word father, Joshua Levi Uley, Now she understood why Manny fussed so much about being able to write out her old name, especially her last name as he knew it would play an important role. While she never had seen one, she had heard Manny talk about needing birth certificates for their new life and right now she knew this had to be hers, not her fake one that burned, but her real one. The sight of it caused her to feel a bubble of anger at having to think about that person, about having to think about a life she left behind.

Dropping the paper as if it burned, she pulled at the papers below her and in them was a map, which was already highlighted and directions written out in basic form, leading her from the cabin and up all the way to a circled area she couldn't pronounce. The words meant nothing to her but right outside the circle in Manny's handwriting it gave even more defined left and right directions and what appeared to be road names all ending with some number and the name Samuel Uley. While she couldn't read much she knew what was spelled out in front of her, the name of her brother. In an instant her breathing sped up as she realized what this all was, this was directions simple enough for her to follow and Manny's way in saying she needed to go to her brother.

A brother who abandoned her without a backwards glance (not once but twice), a brother who promised to write, a brother who promised to visit, a brother who promised he would always protect her, a brother who swore he loved her, a brother who did nothing but lie! Manny told her to find her knew self and give up her old life to move away from the pain and now he wanted her to go back to it to be lost Bella again. Why would he want her to do this? Why would he want her to go to someone who didn't even care or want her. How could Manny, who said he wanted her to be safe and loved her, want to force her to someplace and someone that wouldn't want her.

Finally that bubble of anger burst, causing a loud rage filled scream to escape her throat as she launched herself off the floor and away from the offensive papers. She quickly grabbed a lamp from the large oak desk and yanked it free from the wall, causing the cord to snap before she threw it through the bay window. Her screams drowning out the shattering sounds, before lowering herself and swiping the contents of the desk to the floor. Quickly she made a mad dash for the entryway, when something cracked under her barefoot and pinched at the bare skin. The pinch was enough to filter through the red haze and for her to lower her gaze to see pooling blood collecting on cracked glass. Pulling her foot back revealed what lay under it.

Seeing what lay beneath her and soaked in her own blood caused her to finally break and for the rage to shift as she dropped to the wooden floor in pure pain and heart break. As the tears she fought against in an attempt to be brave escaped freely, almost robotically she reached out and hugged the blood soaked picture of her and Manny to her chest. She remembered the day this was taken. It marked their one year together and they all had come to the cabin to celebrate not only the anniversary but her birthday as well. It was the first birthday party she ever had; the first time she had a cake, balloons, games, presents, and a family that loved her. That was the day he also taught her how to swim in the nearby lake, it truly was one of the best days of her life and now she found herself in hell. Clinging to the shattered photo, a photo she had shattered in her rage, was a picture of her sitting on Manny's lap in her pink polka dot swim suit, water wings still firmly in place, while a cone party hat sat a top both their heads, and big smiles on both their faces. Manny's eyes were cocked down looking lovingly at the girl in his lap while her eyes stared with excitement at the cake before her.

It was a beautiful moment, a beautiful picture and now she had ruined it. She had broken it and stained it, ruining it forever. In that moment everything flashed back again from the night before, and in that moment she felt the most devastating pain. Not from the horrible sights - while those were traumatizing and haunt her to the core - what hurt more than anything was remembering her last words to the man, who took the time to do so much for her, to make sure she was cared for, to make sure she wasn't alone, and to know how much he loved her; and what did she leave him with? 'I HATE YOU!' That was the last words out of her mouth to him and never would she be able to hug him and say, 'Sorry, Papi, and I love you.' And again how does she repay his love; she trashes their memories.

Pulling the picture even closer to her chest, she could feel the pain from that realization tearing away and crippling her, causing her to fall limp to her side as she started screaming, "NO, YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME. NO, DADDY. PLEASE, I'M SORRY. I LOVE YOU; I'M SORRY. I NEED YOU; I'M SORRY." The phrases kept bellowing from her on repeat, not even stopping when her voice started to go hoarse; she kept wailing until exhaustion took hold shutting her down.

Chirping and the sun's rays hovering over her eyes caused her to stir and it took a moment to fight through her heavy lids to open them. Slowly she rose into a seating position. The sight of strewn objects and papers around her were the proof that this wasn't a dream and all she had seen was real.

Slowly she made her way to her feet, swaying lightly from her weakened state. She made her way through the mess to the adjoining bathroom, for once she was happy at Manny's insistence of solar panels, because it gave her the ability to flick power to the bathroom lights. Turning, she took in her reflection from the vanity mirror and felt no surprise or shock at what stared back at her - a battered, bruised, dirty broken girl with hollow eyes. Her blood caked and soot covered face still remained with only tear tracks breaking through the dirt.

Slowly she leaned forward taking note that her face hadn't healed at all and as she focused on the road rash covering her left cheek, she could see it still contained bits of gravel. She again went to move her arm only for a sharp pain to flow through her, causing her to glance over at the bandage made of Cruz's shirt that was wrapped around her shoulder. She could see the wound still weeping blood and knew the bullet was still encased inside. She learned that day she came to live with Manny and he cleaned her wound that her weird freaky healing wouldn't work until she had the object removed; and there was no way she could do any of what needed to be done by herself.

She briefly wondered how she hadn't bleed to death, but quickly chalked it up to her freakish healing. But freakish healing or not, she knew she needed medical attention; because eventually she was sure that the healing wouldn't be enough to fight against all this and an infection would surely become to much and would overload her system.

Taking a look at herself she could see she was covered head to toe in blood and soot. There was no attempt to bathe as the water was shut off and she needed to keep the little drinking water there was for just that – drinking. She briefly considered the lake but decided against it seeing as it might speed up an infection on her open wounds. There were no changes of clothes in the cabin; Manny had left only a few office things behind, so this is as good as it got.

Running her left hand down her face in frustration, she winced when she touched the bruising and cuts and with one last look in the mirror, she could see the only thing she managed to do was aggravate the wounds and wipe away the tear tracks that streaked her face.

Sighing roughly, she knew leaving here she wouldn't be able to go in any place as people would ask questions at her appearance. She right now was glad for Manny's obsessive fuel collection, knowing that the barn had a full gas tank, which would allow her to refuel the cans she did use and pack a few more into the truck's bed. She could pull off onto spots of the road out of sight and refuel in private.

'But where to go?' She couldn't help but wonder as she flicked off the light and made her way from the bathroom and back into the den, stopping dead in the entryway she took in the disaster she created last night. There was no more LA and her new found family was no more. Murdered and forever gone - shot and burned in their home and shop. In that moment it hit her even though she had escaped she too had died that night; Mia had died alongside her family. She was again that lost scared girl; she was once again Bella Uley.

Staggering slightly, she made her way to the papers from the envelope and taking them in her hand, she followed the highlighted path with her eyes before focusing on the name Samuel Uley. She had no idea if he hated her or cared in anyway. It had been years and if she went off with what he left her with, she would say he did hate her and could care less. But Manny thought it would be safest to go there and to go through all this, that is obviously who he wanted her to go to, he somehow trusted Samuel enough that even if she was with her uncles that leaving them for her brother and his home was the safest place to be. She wasn't sure how it was going to turn out, but one thing she was sure of in that moment was she was going to the place her brother once said was their true home - where they were born.
With her mind set on her destination, her path was sealed. Isabella Uley was going home.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, while it was sad in nature it gave you the answers as to why Manny and the others had to be removed.

Like the letter said, Manny never had any intention of telling Bella about finding her family, nor did he ever have any intention of telling the tribe he had Bella.

So without him dying there is no way she would have left his side, as he wouldn't have let her and because she wouldn't have left him.

Next chapter, is a trifecta of wants happening as

-Bella will be back in La Push

-Bella and Jacob will meet for the first time

-Bella and Sam, are reunited

However, I can't promise when the next update will be. Most likely not long after I get back from vacation.

Till then please be kind and please review as they are very much appreciated; however as always flames are not.