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A/N: I am now going through the old chapters, editing and reposting them before I begin work on new chapters. A huge thank you to Sherry for helping me.

Chapter 2

I heard someone opening the door from my position on the bed, followed by the sound of boots scuffing across the floor, and then Edward's voice. "How is she?"

"She hasn't come out of her bed all day," Esme sighed. "She won't eat, she won't talk. I've lost count the amount of times I've tried." I knew Esme was worried about me, but I just wanted time to be alone, time to wallow in the grief for the loss of my father, and for the loss of my old life.

Edward never answered her. Instead, I heard the sound of his boots walking towards me. I heard him pull back the curtain to our designated sleeping area, and then I felt the bed sinking under his weight. "Bella?" he said softly. I felt his hand running up and down my arm. His touch was comforting, but I wasn't ready to step outside the walls I had created. I wasn't ready to face reality.

I kept my eyes closed, hoping he would think that I was asleep. I just wanted to be alone, surely after everything that had happened he could understand that? I wanted one day to withdraw into myself. One day to refuse to acknowledge that he was dead. One day to get my head around the idea that I was married. One day to get over the fact that while I was consummating my marriage, the Pluggers were here, in this hut, taking my father's body away, and that I would never get the chance to say goodbye. I would never get to bury him. One day wasn't too much to ask, right?

A single teardrop rolled down my cheek, betraying me and alerting him that I was awake.

"I know you're not sleeping," Edward whispered.

I didn't respond, hoping he would get fed up and go away. There were a few moments of silence, and I just when I thought he was about to leave, he sighed, "Okay then." He grabbed a hold of me, lifting me off the bed, and standing me on my feet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I roared at him, pushing him away from me.

"There we go," he smiled. "There's the Bella we all know and love."

I took a step towards the bed, but he moved to block me. "You're going to take a shower and get something to eat."

"I don't want to," I said, trying to sidestep him.

He moved to block me again. "Tough. Charlie wouldn't want you moping around, and I'm not going to let you."

"Esme," I cried, looking to her for support.

"Would you like something to eat before or after your shower?" she asked, smiling. She seemed pleased that her son was ordering me around.

"Fine!" I snapped, glaring at them both, my eyes filling with tears. I stormed out of the hut, pretending to need to use the restroom, but in reality, I just needed a break from them. I didn't want them to see me cry.

I knocked on the communal outhouse, ensuring there was no one inside before I entered. I peed as fast as I could. I hated the stench in this place. It was the worst possible smell imaginable. Some days it was so strong that it made my eyes water.

As soon as I was done, I hurried out the door, banging straight into someone. I expected it to be Edward, but when I looked up I saw Eric Yorkie, one of Mike's friends. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, shocked. "Shouldn't you be on the other side of town?"

Eric laughed. "Oh, didn't you hear? I'm your new neighbor. Yeah, Angela and I got your old house. Tell me, how the hell did you manage to live in that shit hole? I'm surprised it's not infested."

His words were meant to get under my skin and they did their job. My anger flared. I couldn't stand to hear him disrespect our home. I punched him square in the jaw, wincing seconds later as pain shot through my hand. By the looks of it, my punch had done more damage to my hand than his face.

"You fucking, dirty little bitch!" Eric cursed, taking a step towards me. I saw him raising his hand to hit me and I closed my eyes. I waited a few seconds for the impact, but when it never came I opened them again and saw Emmett standing over Eric.

"What the hell is going on?" he growled.

Eric shrugged, at the same time Edward walked out the back door, heading straight towards us. He came to a stop at my side, towering over Yorkie, who certainly wasn't looking very confident at the moment. "What's going on?"

"I was just asking the same thing," Emmett said, his eyes firmly locked on Eric.

"The bitch fucking hit me," Eric spat, rubbing his jaw. Maybe I had managed to hurt him after all.

"Hey, watch your fucking mouth!" Edward roared.

"I'm sure you deserved it," Emmett smirked, looking at me proudly.

"What are you doing here anyway Yorkie?" Edward asked. "You don't belong here."

"Bastards gave him my house," I muttered, and then turned and walked away, leaving Edward and Emmett staring after me.

I went into the house, hoping to cool off, but after pacing the room a few times I realized that wasn't going to happen. The only way I was going to cool my anger was if I hurt someone and I wanted that someone to be Eric. I knew Mike would be behind the reassignment of the hut. He was trying to send me a message.

There really was no way Eric or Angela needed the hut, they already had an apartment of their own in the undamaged and safe part of town. It wasn't as if their kind usually mixed with us. No, Mike definitely had to have sent him here and I wasn't having any of it.

My hands shook with anger as I pondered what to do. Then I thought of the knives that were hidden under a floorboard, beneath the table. I had seen the Cullen's take them out and put them in many times. If I took one, I could use it to hurt Eric. Not a lot, just enough to get my point across. I crawled under the table and popped the floorboard up as Esme came out of her bedroom.

"Bella," she said, warily. "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I picked a knife. Esme rushed to the back door and called for Edward. I silently cursed her, hurrying out from beneath the table. I hide the knife behind my back and walked towards the door. Edward and I reached the door at the same time. He looked between Esme and me, wondering what was going on, and then he saw my hand was behind my back. "What have you got there?"

"Nothing."

He cocked his eyebrow at me. "Let me see."

I sighed, staring him in the eyes for a few minutes before finally realizing that I wasn't going to get past him. I pulled my hand out from behind my back, revealing the knife.

"What do you plan to do with that?" he asked, arching his eyebrow.

"I've had enough of this shit," I muttered, trying to sidestep him.

Edward moved to block my path. "Bella, put the knife down."

"No, get out of my way Edward," I growled, but he wouldn't budge, which only pissed me off more.

Emmett appeared behind him, wondering what was going on. He spotted the knife in my hand and smirked. "Looks like we'll need to find a new hiding spot."

No one acknowledged him.

"Bella, I'm not letting you go out there and do something stupid," Edward said, staring me down. "What do you think you're going to accomplish by stabbing Eric, other than get you into trouble? Do you honestly think Mike will back down that easily? Don't pretend to be that stupid, because I know you're not."

"Edward's right, he's not worth it Bells," Emmett added.

I glared at them both before sighing and walking over to the table. I stabbed the knife into the worn wood and sat down on one of the stools, feeling defeated.

"What happened?" Esme asked, warily.

Emmett closed the door and took the seat opposite me at the table. Edward came over and pulled the knife from the table, putting it out of my reach. "They gave Bella's old hut to Eric Yorkie," Edward said, taking the seat beside me. He started rubbing his hand up and down my back, trying to soothe me. Part of me wanted to shake him off. I was angry at him for not allowing me to go back outside, but the other part of me knew he had made the right choice.

-J-

It was Sunday, our one and only day of rest. The men were off doing god knows what, and I was stuck in the hut with Alice and Rosalie, while Esme was at the market fetching our weekly rations. Of course, it was more for show than anything else. The Cullens were never short of food. Not with both Emmett and Edward working on the farms.

Usually on a Sunday, I would have the hut to myself. Dad would be out all day, doing whatever it was that he usually did. I would spend most of the day curled up with a book, pretending to be somewhere else. But in the Cullen hut that wasn't an option. There was too many of us for such a small space. The only ones who actually had any space to themselves were Esme and Carlisle; they had their own separate room. The rest of us had a partitioned off section in the main area of the hut, divided only by a wall and curtain, which provided no privacy to each couple whatsoever.

I missed the quiet.

"I think I'll go out for a walk," I said, getting off my bed. I was fed up listening to the constant chattering of Alice as she and Rosalie played cards.

"We'll come with you," Alice said, setting her hand down.

"No, it's okay. I could do with some alone time," I said quickly, a little too quickly. I really didn't want either of them coming with me and it wasn't that I didn't like them. I just wasn't used to living with them.

"But Edward said not to let you out alone," Alice pouted.

"Edward doesn't own me," I said through gritted teeth, but I felt bad for snapping at her afterwards. I knew she idolized Edward. She would do anything for him and I really shouldn't hold that against her. "Listen, I survived long before Edward came along. I am sure I will be fine to go a walk by myself."

"Alice," Rose said, reaching out and touching her hand. "Bella, will be fine."

I smiled at Rose, appreciating her support. "I'll be back before they get home anyway," I said, winking and heading straight out the door before either of them changed their mind.

I only managed to get a few steps, before I heard someone call my name. I thought it was Alice, but was surprised to see Angela when I turned around. She was hurrying towards me, so there was no doubt in my mind that it had been her that had called my name. But the thing was, she was one of them, and I had no time for their kind. I turned and continued walking.

"Bella, please," Angela called after me. "Wait."

I heard her running towards, I turned around to face her, wary of her presence.

"Hi," she smiled as she came to a stop in front of me. She looked genuinely pleased to see me, but the smile soon vanished from her face when she realized that I wasn't going to greet her in return. "I've been waiting to speak to you since Friday." I nodded, urging her to get to the point. "I wanted to apologize for the way Eric spoke to you." Well, that was a new one. I just stared at her speechless, unsure what to say. "I, uh, I've kept some of your things. I thought with your dad being gone, you would want something to remember him by. I, uh, hid them from Eric so that he wouldn't throw them out. You can come and collect them if you want?"

"Oh, um, thanks," I said, not sure what to say. I knew that she didn't have to keep anything for me. I had expected everything to be thrown out, but I definitely appreciated it. Having something material of my fathers would certainly help me keep him close to heart. I dunno, maybe I had misjudged her?

"Do you want to collect them now?" She asked, sounding hopeful.

As nice and generous as she sounded, I knew not to be too trusting. She could easily be luring me into a trap. If I went to collect the items, it would be on my terms, when she wasn't expecting me. "Actually, I'm just heading out on an errand. I'll collect them later, if that's okay?"

"Sure," she said, though she looked rather disappointed. "Can you make sure Eric isn't in before you come by? I don't think he'd appreciate me keeping them for you."

"Yeah, sure."

"Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"Be careful, Mike has people watching you," she said, before turning and walking away. I wanted to run after her and ask her what she meant, but I had a feeling she wouldn't elaborate.

I felt nervous, anxious for the rest of my walk. I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to see someone there, but there never was. Had she been telling the truth or was she just playing mind games with me?

A/N: Plugger is a nickname people use for the Government Enforcers

What inspired the nickname 'Plugger'?

Urban Dictionary - Plugger as in a "dead eye dick" or a good shot. Someone who will rarely miss! Someone who is feared!