Authors Note:

I'm glad that most of you seemed to enjoy the last chapter. Umm, I made a major fucking screw up in the previous chapter. A date is completely wrong. The last month in Leah's POV is in March, not June. I should have double-checked, but it escaped my notice. The correct dates will be on A03. When I'm done with this story, I will probably go through it here and update it with corrections. So sorry, everyone. I feel like I say that way too much, but oh well. This is my first attempt at a story, so it's bound to have mistakes, and I want to thank you all for giving me this chance. Anyway, like promised, this picks up right where we left off but in Lily's POV. I don't own Twilight or "Every Time We Touch."

Trigger Warning: This chapter mentions suicide and depressive thoughts. NOT in detail, but just mentioned. Please reach out if you ever need help; your life is precious, and so many people want you here even if you don't think there aren't.

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Gladiolus

Lily POV

(March 16th, 2006)

I laid in the hospital bed staring at the wall. Sam had left earlier needing to go patrol. I wasn't upset. I knew that my . . . episode . . . had made him take time off from patrolling, leaving La Push unattended. Dad had also left, needing to go back to work. It had taken some coaxing, but I eventually got him to agree. Dad and Sam had hoped that Bella would be able to watch over me and keep me company, but she wasn't answering her phone. Therefore, Xavier decided to admit me in case I was going to have another episode or, at worst, attempt suicide. The local psychiatrist had come in this morning to get a basic reading on my emotions. I was severely depressed from what she could tell and was a medium risk, so I was placed on a psychiatric hold. It wasn't so bad. My fellow nurses had figured I wanted to be alone, giving me time to think. Word had no doubtable spread about what happened to me and were only checking up on me occasionally to provide me with doses of anti-depressants and anxiety medications that Dr. Behrmann had prescribed. Carol had been the main person looking after me, and I could see the questions in her eyes along with the pity. I hated that. I didn't want to be reminded of what happened. I just wanted to be alone in my misery.

"Knock. Knock." I heard Carol say as she walked through the thresh hold of my room. I turned my gaze to the tall brown hair woman coming through the door. I sat up a little in the bed. Hoping it was not evident that I was just lying there staring at the wall, lost in my thoughts. "You have a visitor, Lily. Can she come in?"

My heart raced. Was it Leah? My heart asked, but it was completely shut down by my memory of her last words she said to Sam.

""Like I wanna be around that piece of shit anymore."

I felt tears welling up again. All I seemed to do since IT happened was cry.

"Lily? It would do you some good to allow her to see you. Have some company?" Carol said softly. Placing her hand on top of mine.

I nodded, and in an almost inaudible voice, I replied, "Okay."

Carol walked to the thresh hold; she announced that my visitor could come in. I heard quick steps run into the room and immediately felt arms wrap around me. The scent of lavender and pine surrounded me. I felt myself relax at the smell. Allison was there, and I felt like everything was going to be okay. The comfort level rose; it was as comforting as it was to have my dad and Sam with me.

"It's going to be okay, baby." She whispered in my ear.

My breath shuddered out. I was trying so hard not to cry. But if felt the dam of tears about to crumble. "Oh, mom."

"Shhh, my baby. Just let me hold you. You know you gave everyone quite the scare."

My throat squeezed tight. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

I could feel her hand run through my long hair. I was keeping my head in the crook of her neck. "It's alright, honey. It's alright."

We stayed like that for a while. Her just standing there leaning over me and giving me all of her love. I could feel it coming out of her pores. It helped my throat unclench and made me forget for a moment. "Do you want to talk about it?" She questioned.

I knew I should. I should talk through my pain. I could barely get through it with the therapist. My crying was making it impossible to explain the story altogether. Dr. Behrmann could clearly tell I was distressed by even saying Leah's name. Even now, it pains me. Even thinking about her hurt. It was part of why I was put on the psych hold for 72 hours and then would be re-evaluated. I had two more days before my fate would be decided.

"I should, but I don't want to."

Mom kissed my forehead. "That's alright. I won't push you, but even telling me a little bit would help you."

I nodded again, and she pulled away from me. Grabbing the chair and pulling it close to the bedside table, then retaking my hand. "Start at the beginning. What did you do when you first got up?"

Frowning, I tried to remember. Everything from yesterday was almost blacked out. All I could remember is Leah's parting words . . . "Like I wanna be around that piece of shit anymore.". . . I shuddered. But then I felt a hand lightly gripping mine and came back to reality.

"I got up early. I was anxious. We had planned to tell Leah, Friday. But . . . but she found us instead." I stuttered out. My heart monitor began to beep quicker, not enough for Carol to come in but enough for both of us to notice.

"Do you want to talk about how she found you?"

I violently shook my head. "It's humiliating. It's embarrassing."

She squeezed my hand slightly. "You can tell me anything you know. No matter how embarrassing. Right now, I'm your mom, not Sam's."

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, her words fully embedded in my mind. "We . . . we were in the kitchen. We didn't even know she came in. But she . . . she found us together and all of a sudden my world . . . my world shattered."

"Okay, honey. What happened after? If you're ready to tell me. I'm not here to push you. I'm here to help you process. But if you're not ready, that's okay."

I took another deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I chased after her," I said in an almost soundless voice. "I tried to make her understand, but she didn't want to listen to me. She kept yelling at me, accusing me. I got closer to her. I shouldn't have done that. I should have left her alone. But I just wanted her to hear me. Then . . . she hit me. After that, the world became dark; there was no light." My heart started to race wildly as the words she spewed came back to me. I couldn't breathe. My throat closed up again.

I could hear footsteps racing into the room. "Lily? Are you okay? Your heart is working in overdrive. Do you want a sedative?" It was Carol again.

"No," I said quickly. I couldn't become that numb again, no matter how much I wanted to. I needed to feel what I'm feeling to overcome it. I didn't want to go to a psychiatric facility, and If I kept having panic attacks, they would surely send me. I didn't want to be away from my family.

Carol gave me a once-over and sighed. "Alright, but you need to calm down. I'll get you some water. Take some really deep breaths."

Mom wrapped me in her arms again. "Honey, I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but you're going to be okay. It's just going to take some time."

"But it's not. She'll never forgive me, and it's all my fault." I half-way wailed.

She pulled back and took my jaw in her hands, and forced my eyes to meet hers. "Do you love Sam? Don't you love him with all your heart? If you could turn back time, would you change your choice to be with him?"

I shook my head violently. "No, he's my entire world. He's my present. My future. He means everything to me. I would burn the entire world to the ground if it meant keeping him safe. If it would make him happy, I would gladly kill anyone that stood in his way."

"So listen to me, Liliana Swan, you two are meant to be together. The spirits have gifted you to each other, and that means no matter the hardships you will face, you will face them together. Now I know it's hard right now. It's probably breaking you it two, but it will get better. You have Sam and your family to get you through this. Don't push us away." Mom said as her eyes burned with the truth.

I embraced her fully. Holding on to her tight enough, I'm sure it hurt her, but I didn't care. I just needed her love to surround me.

She stayed with me for a long time, just sitting at my bedside and holding my hand while the TV mindlessly played in the background. Whenever she noticed that I was slipping away, she would give my hand a little squeeze to remind me that I wasn't alone.

It was near 8' o clock when my dad stumbled into the room. He looked harried and in shock. Mom immediately grabbed him a chair and forced him into it.

"Charlie? Charlie? What's wrong?" Mom asked him while shaking his shoulders. Trying to break him out of his head.

Dad's voice shook when he responded. "It's Harry, Lily. He's . . . He . . . died."

My breath was kicked out of me at the weight of his words. "What?"

Dad's eyes welled up with tears. "He was attacked by a bear. A fucking bear. Seth found him. He heard the attack."

Sobs escaped me, but I knew it wasn't the full truth. Bear attacks weren't that common so close to civilization and especially during this time of year. But I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my uncle Harry was gone. The man that taught me how to surf. The one who riled my dad up over boys. One of my dad's closes friends.

"Daddy. I'm so sorry." I said at the same time that mom said, "Charlie, I'm so sorry. Is there anything we can do?"

Dad simply shook his head and put his head in his hands. "I'm not staying long, Lily Pad. I just thought you should know. I need to get back to Sue. She's distraught, to say the least."

I nodded my head, understanding, but then the realization came to me. I wouldn't be welcomed at the funeral. I wouldn't be able to leave this hospital room. I couldn't even say a final goodbye to the man who helped raise me. I wouldn't be there to help comfort Leah and Seth. I felt the tears stream down my face, but I knew that dad probably had realized the same thing.

Dad got up and walked over to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I love you, Lily Pad. I'm so sorry. I'll be back later. I have to get back to Sue."

"Okay, daddy."

Mom turned to me and hugged me once again. "I'm so sorry. I'm so deeply sorry."

I choked up and just sobbed into her arms. As if everything couldn't go to shit right now. I just knew something else was going to fuck up. We stayed like that for eternity, just with her comforting me.

"Visiting hours are over, Mrs. Uley. You're welcome to come back tomorrow. We'll look after Lily. Don't worry." Jennifer, the night nurse, said.

Mom sighed and gave me a tighter hug. "Okay. I'll be back tomorrow after work, sweetie."

"Okay," I responded in a hoarse voice.

Lily POV

(March 17th, 2006)

Thunder boomed, and rain hit the windows of my room violently. But I could care less. I just sat there watching the storm with my arms wrapped around my legs. I just felt numb again. This time it wasn't due to a sedative but my mind, just like the day before. Carol had checked in on me and given me a dose of anti-depressants hoping that it would help my state of mind, but honestly, it didn't seem to help, or at least what I could tell. The thought of uncle Harry's death hit me hard. Especially after Mom left, when I was left alone with my thoughts. I was craving a cigarette (oh, I wanted to bath in the comfort of nicotine), but I knew they wouldn't let me out to have one. Visiting hours were finally open, and I hoped that someone would come soon and relieve me of the numbness.

I wanted Bella to come. I had been regretting the fight we had. I could have responded better. Not fighting fire with fire that was not me at that moment. I was lost in fear of the future and lashed out.

I heard heavy footsteps approaching my door and let go of my legs, laying them back down on the bed. My face immediately lit up with a smile. It was Sam coming in, and I finally felt something. Something other than nothingness. But that smile was quickly wiped away when I saw the harrowed look on his face.

"What happened?" I said. Knowing that whatever he said will not be comforting.

Sam dragged the chair back over to my bedside and leaned closer. Looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was coming. "Leah shifted yesterday along with Seth."

A gasp escaped my lips. Sam had shared the history of the tribe, wanting me to fully embrace the culture and understand where their beliefs came from. And therefore, in turn, the history of the wolves. From what I could remember, there was never a mention of a female shifter. Then my heart broke; Seth was so young. Too young to have this responsibility. "How? Why? The Cullen's are gone. No one should be changing. Why them? Why now?"

Sam stared me in the eye with a burning seriousness. "I haven't told you this. I should have told you this, but I didn't want you to worry. Or have to look over your shoulder constantly." He took a deep breath and continued. "There's been a red-headed vampire running around. She's incredibly fast and cunning. We haven't been able to catch her. That's why others have shifted. The council believes that others with the bloodlines will shift if she is not caught soon."

My head started spinning, and a realization came through my head. With a quiet voice, I asked the burning question. "It wasn't a bear attack that killed Harry, was it?"

Sam shook his head and looked down in shame. "Leah was too close when she shifted. We didn't know she was able to change, so we didn't keep watch over her." His voice started to shake, and he took a deep breath. "I will never forgive myself for this. I should have known. I should have been prepared. It's my fault Harry is dead."

I grasped his large hands. "You are not to blame. Leah is not to blame. This has never happened before in the whole history of the tribe. No doubt a tragedy happened, and we should mourn Harry's death, but it was an accident. A terrible one, yes, but an accident nonetheless."

He looked up at me, his eyes mimicking his grief. "I'm the leader. I have to be the one with all the answers. The one that everyone looks to. But the weight of it is too much to bear sometimes, Ana, and now I'm forced to look after a violent woman who once held my heart, who hates me so deeply in her soul and a child who is barely a man and is now forced to grow up before he's ready. I didn't want this responsibly, but it was thrust upon me." His voice broke, and he cracked out, "Ana, what do I do?"

Placing my hand on his cheek and replied, needing to be brave and work through my heartbreak and the pain in my chest. "We do what we have to. You don't bear this weight alone, and I'm here to be your support. I'm here to be what you need. Fate is cruel sometimes, but you have to push through."

"What about you? She attacked you, Ana. I can never let that go. Just look at your face. From what I can overhear from the nurses, all you do when you are alone is stare blankly out the window. You are not okay. If it were like you say that you need to push through what fate has given you, you would be home, not under a psychiatric hold. Ana, I'm scared I'm going to lose you forever." Sam said, taking my face in his hands, forcing me to look deeply into hypnotic eyes.

"Sam, I know that I'm not okay. But I will be. I know I've been suppressing my guilt and my feelings overall, but I'll face them in due time. I'm not going anywhere. At least not without you. I have two more days to figure out what to deal with the pain I'm in. The physical reminders will fade away while the emotional scars will stay. But I'll get help, I promise, and with that help, I'll move on."

"I just don't want you to give up," Sam said, placing his forehead to mine. "You have so much to live for, and so many people love you. Leah may hate you, but there will always be a small part that loves you deeply. I know that you are my soulmate, the person I will always turn to. But a small part of my heart will always remember Leah and embrace the time we shared."

"I know. I know that you will always have Leah in your memories, and I understand that. I also know that I have you, dad, my sister, and the pack to support me. I'm not giving up; I'm hurt. It's like a wound that needs treatment. But I'll get better; it's just going to take some time." I replied, placing a light kiss on his lips.

He sighed into the kiss. "I love you. You're my Ana. You're my world, my light, my everything,"

For the first time since I've been admitted, I smiled.

Sam POV

(March 18th, 2006)

Standing on the border of the forest, I kept watching over the scene in front of me. It was heartbreaking, and anguish filled the air. Almost the whole tribe was there, standing around a grave that had been seemingly dug too soon and in that gave a person who had affected so many people. But there were serval sights that shattered my heart.

It was the sight of Sue collapsed on the muddy ground, sobbing and crying out in pain. Charlie by her side, holding her close while silent tears ran down his face.

Next, it was Billy sitting in front of the grave with his head down, the brim of his hat covering his face. There was no doubt he was shedding tears of his own. His voice was tight and raspy as he gave his best friend his final parting words. Jacob stood silently behind him, placing a comforting hand on his father's shoulder, supporting him through his pain.

Yet the reason I was there. The reason I was hyper-focused and couldn't allow the grief of my own to overcome me was the two figures standing ramrod still next to their misery-stricken mother.

Seth's eyes were red, showing signals that the tears escaping him were not the first. However, it was Leah that stood there, face pinched and fury radiating from her body.

They both had seemed to have a basic handle on their shifting abilities, training with the pack yesterday to be here not only to support their mother but also to come to terms with their father's death. Yet it was Leah's anger that forced me here. If she showed the slightest bit of losing control, I needed to be there to drag her away. She held so much anger, she was lashing out at the world, and her sights were set on hatred.

The sky opened up as Billy said the final words of the ceremony. It was as if the spirits were crying as well for such a good man. A man who had accepted me and brought me up as if I was his son, what I needed after my sperm-donor left. A man who had given me his blessing with no second thoughts. And ultimately, a man who had understood why I had to leave Leah and held no animosity over my decision.

I watched as people walked up to Sue, Leah, and Seth. Trying to offer words of comfort but nothing seemed to be welcomed. Sue just cried harder, Seth just cried faster, and Leah, well, Leah just began to shake.

I knew I had to get her out of there. I rushed out of the forest and quickly set my sights on Leah. Grabbing her by her arm and dragging her into the thick woods, ignoring the stares of the mourners. My touch further angered Leah, and her shaking went out of control.

We were barely out of sight when she busted out of her human form and into her other form. I joined her after taking a moment to strip out of my pants.

"It's your fault! You and that whore killed my father!" Leah screamed as soon as she realized I was there.

"It wasn't anyone's fault, Leah. It was an accident. You need to come to terms with that." I replied, flashing back to what Ana had said yesterday—apparently showing that memory wasn't the right thing to do.

"Of course, you would believe her lies. If you hadn't fucked my best friend, my father would be alive!"

I heard the voice of Paul cut through quickly. I had forgotten he was placed on patrol while I stood by and observed the funeral. "Umm . . . I'm going to bounce. I'll go visit Ana for you. Besides, I wanted to see Hips. Cheer her up a bit. "

Surprisingly Ana and Paul had the best relationship out of all the pack. Her being able to return his wit and attempts at flirting not only quickly but elegantly. They always tried to find the worst pick-up lines and the most embarrassing nicknames for each other. This not only made them laugh but everyone else too. Ana also felt a calling to help Paul. She was always there if he needs someone to vent to and calm down, but she was also always there to help him with his school work. Planting the seed of dedication and the need for hard work in school.

It used to push my buttons on how much he tried to cozy up with her, making my wolf scream the need for not only dominance but the need to protect since Paul had a wild temper, and I was always scared he would harm her. Eventually, these needs relaxed as I could see how much Paul saw her as a sister and someone made of glass, someone that could easily be broken.

"I'll write. Tell her I probably won't be there till late."

Paul chuckled. "You got it, boss."

Leah didn't like to be ignored and charged at me. My body instinctively reacted, dodging her attack. She turned around again and came at me faster, this time leaving her neck exposed. My jaw immediately grabbed hold of the sensitive flesh, making her yelp in pain, trying to free herself, only to make my teeth sink in deeper. My wolf was demanding that I get her in check and have her show her submission.

"Calm down. Now!" I barked out. Placing an alpha order on her. I hated doing it. I hated taking away one of the members' free will, but sometimes it was needed.

I felt her body go limp, and I removed my teeth, stepping away as Leah collapsed to the ground. I felt a shiver of someone shifting.

"Leah!"

It was Seth. I hated how he would come upon his sister, but I couldn't let her continue to attack me.

"What happened?" He asked, rushing out the words as he ran up to his sister and began to check her over.

I sighed and flashed back to moments ago so he could see my exact reasoning. He turned his head to me and nodded in understanding.

"Leah," Seth said quietly.

"What?" She snarled, apparently wanting to go for round two with me, hoping to relieve the pain in her, the hatred in her. Seth and I both saw exactly what she wanted to do. It made my hackles rise. Wanting to run and protect Ana.

"You have to let it go, Leah. It wasn't anybody's fault." Seth tried to say in a soothing tone. It wasn't gentle to Leah. It only made her angrier.

"You're wrong. It's their fault! It's all their fault! Dad would be alive if it weren't for them!" She started to rise again, overcoming the order with pure will. I stood up straighter, ready to take on the challenge. But Seth's sandy-colored body stood in between us.

"Leah. Stop it. It's pointless to fight. Dad's dead; there's nothing that can change that fact. We can't change what happened. He wouldn't want you to act like this. You're disgracing his legacy of peace. You're disgracing the spirits with your anger."

Leah's small gray body quivered, and the shimmer of someone changing came over us again. And there on the moss-covered ground laid a naked Leah, starting to howl in anguish. Seth and I both nodded to each other and changed back into our human forms. We both slipped on our pants, covering our naked bodies.

Seth walked up to me first and placed a hand on my arm, seeing that he was still not taller than my massive form, although he had grown in height. In an apologetic voice, he said, "Get out of her, Sam, it's only going to make her angry again, and she needs some peace. I know you want to help, but right now is not the time."

"Alright. I understand. I'll go patrol. Make sure you run to your house and pick her up some clothes when she's ready," I replied with understanding and slipping off my pants.

As I slipped off my pants again, Leah said one final phrase:

"Fuck you, Sam. And your little whore too."

With that, anger rushed through me, and I quickly phased.

Lily POV

(March 19th, 2006)

Dr. Behrmann looked over her paperwork, analyzing each page of the questionnaires that would determine what happens next. "Well, Liliana, you seemed to be in a better state of mind today from what I can tell and from your feedback. You're in a much better than you were three days ago."

"Thank you, Dr. Behrmann. I feel a lot better. I was able to work through some things on my own and come to my conclusions." I responded with a small nod.

Dr. Behrmann raised an eyebrow. "And what was that?"

"I want to live. It hurts, but I have so much to accomplish, but I need help. I know I have a support system within Sam and my family, but I need more. I want to start seeing a therapist and work through everything. I want to work through this heartbreak, but there is also something else I should have worked on long ago."

"That's a very mature decision, and the fact that you see that you are wanted here makes me happy. At this moment, I don't think you need to go to a psychiatric facility, but that is only if you agree to see Dr. Robinson at least once a week. If you miss three appointments in a row, though, I will suggest you go. I also want you to keep taking the anti-depressants until your therapist, and I recognize you are ready to go off them." Dr. Behrmann confidently replied. My face broke into a smile over the fact that I wasn't going to be separated from my family. "Well then, Miss Swan, I declare that you are ready to leave. I'll tell the nurse to prepare for you to leave."

"Great! Thank you so much, Dr. Behrmann. Can you send Sam in?"

Dr. Behrmann stood up and closed her folder. "I sure can. I'll see you in a month, alright."

As soon as Dr. Behrmann left, Sam rushed into the room and gave me a tight hug. I knew he could overhear the conversation between Dr. Behrmann and me. "You ready to leave this place?"

I violently nodded my head. "I am. I'm ready to go home."

It was almost like magic with the nurses' speed and got me ready to leave. It couldn't have been more than an hour before I was discharged.

I relished in the fresh air as I walked out of the hospital with Sam's hot hand holding mine. We slowly walked to his truck, Sam letting me take my time in the mist, just absorbing the beauty around me.

When we reached the truck, he pulled me into a hug, embracing me tightly but gently as if I would shatter. I felt a kiss on the top of my head and could hear him whispering the words. "You're alright. I'll always protect you."

I sighed in comfort. Taking in his scent, his heat, basically everything about him that soothed me. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you too, Ana." With that, he opened the truck door and helped me in. "Where to Ana? Do you want to come to my house or your house?"

"My house, please. I wanna see Bella. She never came and visited me. I guess she was just busy. Dad said something about a friend who was in town."

Sam nodded and headed to my house. Rolling the windows down and just embracing the happy feelings that were overwhelming me. I knew it was only for a moment, and as soon as I was alone, I would probably regress, but for right now, I was enjoying everything.

Everything was going great until we were pulling into the driveway. Sam immediately tensed up, started to shake softly, and his face turned stern. "Stay here." He sternly said. All I could do is nod. He had never demanded me to do anything, so I knew whatever he had sensed was incredibly serious.

I was waiting in the car for over 10 minutes, just praying everything out be okay. Sam was still shaking when he returned to the truck, still looking tense with his handsome face in a downturn. "You can come in now; there was a vampire recently here, but I searched the house, and they're no longer here. It's safe but stay behind me just in case."

I felt myself shake at his words. Why would the redhead be at the house? Did she have some relation to the Cullen's and, in turn, Bella? "Alright."

We slowly walked into the house with Sam's massive frame blocking mine. His head snapped in every direction, searching for a threat. I knew his instincts were screaming at him to get me out. I placed a hand on his bicep, my touch soothing him, and he visibility relaxed.

"I'm going to get some water. Okay." I said, placing a kiss on his shoulder and walking around him to get to the kitchen. My focus on getting a glass was momently distracted when I saw a paper lying on the table. It was placed in dad's usual spot at the table and held down with a glass. I walked towards the table, picking up the paper. My head not believing the words written on the page.

"Dad, I'm leaving with Alice for a couple of days."

Alice? As in Alice Cullen? As in those assholes that left her to self-destruct, basically. I was confused, but anger soon washed over me. No information on where she's going. No details on when she'll be back . . . if she'll be back. It's just like last time. The last time she fucking disappeared. I could only see red, and the sound of glass shattering filled the air.

"Ana!" Sam wrapped me up in his arms, trying to protect me.

I let out a scream, a guttural snarl. "I'm going to fucking kill her. I'm going to kill her."

"Ana, calm down." He said while tightening his hold on me. "What happened?"

"The Cullen's happened. Again!" I shrieked.

Sam picked me up and walked us over to the couch. Keeping a near death-grip on me, trying to stop me from going into full-on rage mode. Time pasts slowly before I was able to calm down again. "Now, Ana. What happened?"

I inhaled a deep breath. "Bella left. She left with one of the Cullen's." My body was riling up again. "Not a fucking word where she's going. Not a fucking calming word. Just that she's leaving again. Who's to say she'll even be back? She's no doubt jumping into danger again. That the last fucking things she said to us were that she's leaving."

Suddenly the front door opened, and dad walked through. His eyes were immediately landing on our forms. My thrashing body and Sam's tight grip. "Sam, what's going on?" He said as he rushed to the couch. Kneeling down in front of me.

Hearing my dad's voice and seeing his face, my anger grew. This would crush dad again, making me feel even more hatred towards Bella.

"I don't know, Charlie. She read the note on the table and started to freak out."

Dad got up and headed to the kitchen when Sam called out. "Careful, she threw a cup. There's glass everywhere." Sam then lowered his voice and whispered into my ear. "It's alright, Ana. They'll keep her safe. Now calm down."

"How can we trust them. Look at the damage they did last time. Who's to say she won't just slip back as soon as they disappear again." I huffed out.

"God, Dammit!" I heard dad yell out from the kitchen.

I squirmed in Sam's arms, trying to get free to see dad. "I'm not letting you up till you calm down. Now take some breaths."

I did as he said and found myself relaxing slightly. Sam could feel that the anger radiating from was lessing and did as promised and let me free. I ran to dad to see him shaking from irritation as well. I went up and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm so sorry, daddy. I should have been here to stop her."

Dad turned around and embraced me fully. "You probably wouldn't have been to stop her. She's just as bull-headed as you. You are not to blame. She'll be back."

Tears began to fall and soak his shirt. Dad could see that I was deeply affected by Bella's leaving. "She still loves us, Lily Pad. She's not abandoning us. She'll be back."

He didn't know the full truth, but I had to believe the words he was saying and hoping that I was wrong. I couldn't fully accept that Bella would just leave her family like this.

"Let's clean up the glass and get you to bed. You need to rest."

I only nodded in agreement while tears fell down my face.

Lily POV

(March 21st, 2006)

"Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky

They wipe away tears that I cry (That I cry)

The good and the bad times, we've been

Through them all

You make me rise when I fall"

I sing quietly along to the radio while Sam drives me home from therapy. It was my first session, and it was only getting an essential reading. I wasn't forced to talk about the incident, just only how I was doing since the days in the hospital. I was still depressed, and now, with Bella's leaving, my abandonment issues were at the forefront of my head. Dr. Robison, an older African American man, was kind, and while it would probably take me a few sessions to be able to embrace the new atmosphere of my life entirely. I felt like I could take on the world.

Sam was chuckling at my singing. I wasn't the best singer, but I could carry a tune good enough. I wasn't even paying attention to the road or anything. But Sam didn't care; he was just happy that I seemed to be in a better mood. Soon enough, we were pulling back into my driveway.

The world came back to focus when my eyes locked sights to a familiar silver fucking Volvo. I immediately realized that Bella was not only home after two whole stress-ridden days, but she had brought the asshole who broke her.

Fumbling with the seat belt, I bolted out of the truck. Sam was not fast enough to catch up with me as I ran faster than I ever thought I could.

Slamming the door open, my brain entirely focusing on the sight of Bella standing with her back to the stove, taking a break from cooking dinner. Such a mundane task as if she hadn't left in the first time. My feet speed up, and before I knew it, my hand was stinging from a full forced slap that I delivered across her face. "You complete fucking cow."

A cold body suddenly blocked my view from Bella. It was standing so close that I could feel the ice drown my veins.

"Getaway. Now." A lyrical voice growled.

"Ana!" Sam's voice said in an instant before pulling me behind his shaking body.

Edward's lyrical voice evilly chuckled. "Great, we have a dog now. Why don't you take yourself back to where you belong."

Sam stood ramrod straight. Towering over Edward with not only his height but his bulky muscular build. "No, you should leave, you bloodsucker."

Edward didn't like that response and growled again. "Get out now before you hurt someone beast."

"Out of all of us, I've done the least damage in this house." Sam snarled.

There was a pained look that crossed Edward's face. I had enough of them talking for us and fully addressed Bella. "You fucking broke Charlie. Again! I'm so tired of you playing around. Stop hiding behind Edward and fully face me."

With that challenge, Bella's shoulders squared off.

"Bella. Don't." Edward said sharply.

"You don't control her. She can be a big girl." I snapped.

"He doesn't . . ." Bella started but took in full notice of my face, and her eyes went wide. "What the hell happened to you."

I chuckled emptily. "You would know if you weren't so full of yourself and abandoned your family."

She didn't like that accusation and screamed out an "I didn't abandon you guys. Edward needed me. If I hadn't gone, he would have died."

I took a step forward, but Sam gripped my arm and pulled me closer to him. "Then let him die! You seemed to forget the state you were in easily, but I don't. Stop molding yourself to what he wants. Start acting for yourself. You're nothing like the girl you used to be. You're acting pathetic and weak."

"What do you know about who I used to be. You were never around. You prioritized getting your nursing over me. Edward has nothing to do with how I've changed. If anything, I've become stronger with his love."

I tried to get out Sam's grip, but it was too tight. His anger and instincts were railing against letting me be here. "Oh yes, the false love that you cling to. Real love means not hurting the other, and that's all he's done since he entered your life."

"Stop acting like your better than me, Lily, cause you're not. You always act like you're so wise and hold all the secrets to the world, but you're not. Stop pretending like you know everything." Bella screamed and moved to lung at me before Edward grabbed her.

"Okay, this is over. Lily, we're going back to my house." Sam said, pulling me to the door.

"Oh, look, your blindly following your mutt just like you accuse me of doing."

I wildly tried to free myself, but Sam didn't let me. "At least he's never left me to kill myself slowly."

"Calm down, Ana. Calm down." Sam's deep baritone voice came through.

I inhaled deeply and turned to Bella. With icy parting words I simply said:

"Welcome home Bella, glad you're not dead."