A/N here's the next chapter. And I don't own Twilight or the characters.

My laughing stopped immediately, and so did his. I looked at him. Would this be the last time I will see him? He must have known that I had no idea what to say, because he sat up and just opened his arms. In two seconds I was in them.

Right when I let go, two words slipped out of my mouth. "Thank you."

Instead of leading me down to the individual therapy office, Carlisle led me to my room.

He waited for me to go through the doors ahead of him with a small smile on his face. I entered the room and was surprised by what I saw. A small girl with midnight short hair and black clothes was packing up all of the stuff that was floating around my room. The moment I walked into the room, she gave the hugest smile.

"Bella." Alice engulfed me in a hug before I could even tell that she crossed the room to me. "I am so happy you figured out how reckless you were acting."

I patted her back gently; a small smile was playing at my lips. I took comfort in her recognizable touch. "Okay, Alice, you can get off of me now." Once she let go of me, she picked up the last few remaining clothes that I had lying in my dresser and put them in the familiar bag that Alice packed for me. "What are you doing?"

Alice's beautiful face smiled at me. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm breaking you out of here." What made this all the more entertaining was that Alice was wearing all black. The only thing missing was a ski mask.

I looked to see if Carlisle was still standing in the door. I forgot all about him the moment I saw Alice. He must have seen something on my face that made him answer my unspoken question. "We think it would be better if you did not go to individual therapy today. You'll just go to our house to see Edward. Then the three of us and Esme will go to Charlie's and work something out with him. He's probably still at work."

I grinned and hugged him around the middle. He stiffened because he did not expect the touch of comfort. "Thank you so much." He hugged me back. I can definitely see him being a father figure in the future.

Alice grabbed me from the shoulders and pushed me towards my bathroom. Her cold hands a little too rough because of her eagerness. "I left some clothes for you on the sink. Get changed into them."

I walked out of the entrance with Alice to my right carrying my bag. It was raining, so thankfully she remembered to bring a jacket for me to wear. Carlisle wanted to be the one to bring me home so that I did not get overwhelmed, but he had to work. Though, really it was fine. Sometimes it was hard to be in a bad mood when around Alice.

I all but tuned her out. "… and then we're going to have to get you a few new outfits, huh? I am thinking something fashionable, but also something that would cover your arms."

As we were nearing Edward's Volvo, I turned to Alice. "Why isn't Edward here?" It just now caught my attention that Edward should have been the one to come. Why wasn't he here with me?

Alice snuck a small smile. "Well, it is because I wanted to be the one to come get you. I begged him saying that if you were overwhelmed or something it would have been bad. I think he was too worried about you that he gave in. He was obviously too worried that he couldn't tell that I was lying. This was actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

Great. A lecture. Just what I needed at this time. A part of my mind knew that I deserved it. I had been the one to cause Edward and Alice's whole family to worry. Though, it is not like I haven't been put through enough recently. As I took off my hood I could feel some rain that escaped run down my neck. For some reason, it was oddly refreshing. "What do you want to talk about exactly?"

"I wanted to talk about the family worrying about you." The Volvo was making its way out of the parking lot and onto Main Street. Alice's eyes were watching my face with intensity. "Bella, do not worry about how much we worry about you. It is what we choose to do because we love you. Okay, Bella. Everyone in the family can worry forever and still be perfectly fine. We can deal with anything."

"And I can't?" I mumbled, looking away from her face and out the rain splattered window.

My best friend's voice was flat from behind me. "Bella, you can not deal with much more right now, look at your arm."

I did not look towards her, but stared fiercely at the window. She had no idea what she was talking about. Just because I cut – I used to cut – doesn't mean that I don't know how to deal with things. I can deal with things just fine. I could, couldn't I? I mean, when I found out how much I was hurting Edward and his family and killing myself, I cried. I dealt with it by crying, not cutting.

Alice sighed; it was obvious to her that I was not going to reply. "Just remember that. Just focus on making sure that you get better, do not worry about the strain you're putting on us. Because chances are, we've been through a thousand times worse."

I suddenly remembered that they have had to gone through one of them murdering someone, Rosalie's rape, Edward's leaving, and normal vampire things. My cutting was nothing compared to those of the family. Though, everyone was making such a big deal out of it and I was not sure long. I'm not going to lie and say that I liked the attention. I defiantly did not, but I couldn't help it.

The rest of the car ride to the Cullens was in silence. Both of us did not talk. Me, well, I guess it is because I did not want to get lectured anymore. I knew what I did wrong, and I am trying to fix it. What else can they expect of me? Her, well I guess she just knew that I wanted to be left alone. Maybe she just didn't want to overwhelm me.

I did not even register that we were in the outhouse-turned-garage until Alice already had the car turned off and spoke to me. I guess I was just in my own little world. "Jasper and Emmett went to Seattle to take care of documents. Rosalie is here somewhere, but you know that she will stay out of your way. Esme is in the kitchen making you lunch. I saw that you didn't have anything; you went to sneak to visit that boy, so I thought you would want something to eat."

She was right, I was hungry. I tugged on the door handle to the Volvo and opened it. I almost rammed it into the wall, but Alice was there at the last second holding the door an inch from the wall with an annoyed look on her face. It wasn't even her car. If anyone should be sending me that look, it should be Edward.

I stalked towards the house with Alice by my side. For once, she was not talking, though I knew she was not at all mad at me. I walked into the kitchen where I could smell oatmeal chocolate cookies. I knew the kind by smell because Esme always made them for me.

I was right; she was taking the pan out of the oven as I walked in. I suddenly became really shy. What did she think of me? Did I scare her off? Did she think any less of me? When she looked up to see that I entered the room - even though she could probably smell me once I entered the house – I knew that my worries were ridiculous. A smile that would put Snow White to shame came across her face.

Yes, she was worried, but she did not think any less of me and she still loved me as a daughter. She put the pan down on the stove (she was carrying it with her hands and nothing else) and walked over to me at a little more than human pace and gave me a hug. A hug that reminded me of my mother. "Bella, I am so joyous that you are getting the help now."

I hugged her back as fiercely as I could. She probably couldn't tell that though because I was weak compared to her. I whispered a quick "Thanks."

When she let go of me, I saw that Alice had left the room, leaving me alone with Esme. She saw my eyes lingering on the cookies, because the smile on her face turned even sweeter. "The cookies are actually for desert but you can grab one now. I just have to cook up your food real quick, dear."

For some reason, my whole life I cringed at people calling me 'dear'. Though, when Esme said it to me, it seemed to fit her and I did not mind at all. As I made my way to the stove two strong arms wrapped around my waist.

A huge smile came across my face, though it did not stay there long. The two arms spun me around and lips crashed into mine so fast that I did not even get a look at Edward's beautiful face. I didn't care that Esme was in the kitchen. I didn't care that she was trying to block out our private moment. All I cared about was the Edward's smooth lips were moving against mine in perfect harmony. I couldn't help myself; I over-enthusiastically threw my arms around his neck and leaned into him too much while parting my lips. Immediately afterwards his lips departed from mine.

I sighed and he chuckled and wrapped me in a hug. He missed me. "I love you, Bella."

Esme cleared her throat from behind me. "Err … sorry, but Bella your food is ready. Quesadilla. I thought you may want something light for your stomach, but still full of flavor."

I looked to one of the stools next to the island and saw that two halves of quesadilla stacked on top of each other, a cut apple that she took the peel off of, sour cream and onion chips, and of course peanut butter to dip the apples in. A little breathless, I murmured. "Thank you so much, Esme."

She gave me a parting hug and left the room. Edward grabbed my hand and led me to the stool and pulled it out for me from where it sat under the island. "Sit, you have got to be hungry."

I smiled at him and grabbed a quesadilla slice. "I'm happy I am out of the place. I really did not like it."

A hard edge came to his eyes. "It was where you needed to be, Bella. You don't think so even now?"

I thought of it. If I did not go there I would have never met Casey. That would probably mean that I would never have seen that Edward was right and that I was wrong. I mean, there was a chance that I could have learned that on my own, but I highly doubt it.

I broke up one of the apple slices and dipped it in the peanut butter, keeping my eyes on it as I twirled it around, feeling the resistance from my dip of choice. "Actually, Edward thanks for putting me in there. I know that it hurt you to do it."

His mouth opened to speak, but I put one finger to his lips. "I know what you're going to say. Please don't say it. I know, trust me. I know that you are immensely sorry for the pain I went through. But I had to go through that so I can start getting better. Things get worse before they can get better."

A/n Ill leave it there. Okay, so sorry about the wait. I have been writing this for like two weeks with every little bit of time I have had. The only reason I get to post it now is because I fainted during Calculus class and went home sick. It was embarrassing. So …here you go.