Disclaimer: I didn't write Twilight. Mrs. Stephenie Meyer did. There you lawyers! I said it! Are you happy?

I woke up the next morning to find myself lying in the middle of the kitchen right where I had passed out.

I stood up slowly realizing that my head was pounding. I smelt it before I even reached up to touch the tender spot on my head.

Blood.

I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. My forehead was black and blue where Charlie's nightstick had made contact. I winced at the narrow cut that reached from –cgey-cgey-cgey-cgeyop of my eyebrow.

I took a quick shower trying to avoid seeing Charlie this morning. I knew he usually left earlier then me but for some reason he was still home sleeping. He probably wants to see me, my stomach turning at the thought of facing him after what happened last night. I grabbed my towel and stepped out of the shower.

I opened the medicine cabinet and quickly cleaned my cut with cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. Not wanting to attract attention to the bruise I covered it up with my rarely used foundation Alice bought me for prom last year.

Heading to my room I put on a blue long sleeve shirt and jeans then, pulled my hair into a simple ponytail. I grabbed my book bag and my keys and rushed downstairs quietly.

As I hit the last step and walked past the kitchen towards the front door, he spoke.

"Good morning Bella".

I turned around to see him sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper. Smiling as if last night had never happened.

A lump formed in my throat when I tried to answer him. I swallowed and then replied.

"Good morning dad"

I saw him glance at my forehead for a split second and then back to my face.

"Why don't you have breakfast before you leave?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine thanks" I answered quickly.

"Well have a good day."

I smiled feebly before walking towards the front door and out of the house. How could he? I thought angrily on my way to school. For him to sit there as if nothing had happened. Like he didn't know why I didn't want to stay for breakfast. As if last night was simply an accident? He hit me! I got in my truck and glanced in the rearview mirror making sure my cover-up was still intact. I sighed.

First Edward disappears then…

Edward.

Just the thought of him made my heart jump.

What did I do wrong?

There was no fight, no cheating, not even the 'we need to talk' speech. He just stopped coming over.

Night after night I hoped that I would see him crawling through my bedroom window or find him waiting on my bed after my routine nightly shower.

I drove over to his house on the edge of town earlier in the summer hoping to talk with him. I opened the front door to find everything intact. Everything was in its place; there were no moving boxes. But something was missing.

The Cullens.

There was no Esme putting up new curtains, Jasper and Emmett weren't arm wrestling on the dining table, Alice wasn't conversing about her latest shopping excursion with Rosalie, Carlisle wasn't reading in his study, and Edward wasn't with me.

The house seemed empty without them.

I seemed empty without them.

I pulled into the school parking lot and parked in Edward's old space. I didn't even realize what I had done until I got out of my truck.

Why was I doing this to myself?

The whole day was a blur. My thoughts were preoccupied with how I would avoid Charlie when he got home and when Edward would be coming back. If he would ever come back. I shivered at the thought.

Since I had lunch right after my last class of the day I just drove straight home. Once again my thoughts turned to Edward.

When I finally focused back on my driving I was shocked to see that I had driven all the way to Edward's house.

I got out of my truck and walked up to the porch. It was a shock to see the house again. I hadn't been here since I realized they had left town.

For the second time today I let my emotions get the best of me. I sat on the porch crying. Not just because of Edward. Because of the fact I was afraid.

Afraid to go home.

Afraid that Edward really didn't want me any more.

Afraid that moving to Forks was a mistake.

I sat there on the porch just sobbing about how my life had come full circle. Just when I thought everything was good in my life it disappeared.

That's when I realized someone was watching me.

I dried my tears on my sleeve and looked up into his eyes.

I know a cliffy. Yep, because I'm evil like that. I really wasn't expecting that many reviews for the first chapter. I love you guys! Things will be explained along the way, so sorry for any confusion! You guys can IM me(pokes profile)if you have any questions!