A/N: No, I do NOT sound like Stephenie Meyer, guys. Thanks for the compliment, but, I don't. This is just what I do in my free time, there's legit no way I could write that well, haha. But, I write reviews for EVERY SINGLE story that I read! So I would like some pay back. Ha, just kidding... but not really.

Breaking Dawn: My Style - Chapter 2

When I woke I had this weird feeling like I was… drunk. I kept my eyes closed but shook my head furiously, and it passed, all except for a slight dizziness.

"Edward…" I mumbled.

I was surprised to hear a deep, coarse voice answer, "Bells? Are you okay?"

No. I was not hearing this. I looked up and into his all-too familiar dark brown eyes.

I sat up so fast that my head spun a heck of a lot worse. Crap. It was him. The one and only person who took Charlie away from me.

"Where is Edward?" I demanded. I needed to know where he was. He didn't look too good right before I passed out. If he thought-

"I don't know Bella. I found you out on my front porch. Though I assume you were dropped off…?" He questioned. I was once again enraged at him.

"Why the hell would I come here willingly?" I yelled at him.

"I dunno. Do you want me to take you home?" he asked caringly.

"No. Can you take me to the border though?

"Why don't you want to go to your-" He asked, But I interrupted him. I didn't need another reason to dislike him.

"I just don't. Please take me to the border, now. I couldn't stand it if I had to sit here one more minute, and I don't really want to walk." I moaned, I had tried to stand up. Not a good idea.

"Sure Bells. Here." I reluctantly placed my palm into his outstretched one, as he literally heaved me up and into a tight embrace. I screamed.

"Get off of me Jake! Just wait untill I tell Edward! He's going to kill you! I can't wait untill-"

"Bella, I don't think that I managed to tell you about the letter that I found with you. It's addressed to you." He added sheepishly. He proceeded to hold out a small, offensive, little white letter. I took it from him and prayed that this letter didn't say what I thought it would. It was indeed addressed to me, with my name written in Edward's elegant script.

My Dear Bella,

I love you. Never forget that. I am out hunting. Please, don't come back home untill you feel ready. I know that you stood up to Charlie because of me. I am so sorry that I couldn't stay with you. I just can't handle myself when I hurt you. I'm not sure when I can come home, but I promise that I will. Please don't miss me too much love, I couldn't bare it. I will love you, for eternity.

Forever Yours,

Edward

No. This could not be happening. He said that he wouldn't leave again. No. No, no, no, no, NO! He promised. We just got engaged too! How could he do this to me? He said he loved me!

"Bella, please breathe. You're scaring me." Jacob said. I turned to look at him, though I could barely see through my steady stream of tears.

"Bella? What did it say?" I glared at him, but managed to breathe once, before passing out, for the second time today.

I woke up, startled by the pair of ice-cold hands on my face. I flicked my eyes open, expecting to see a bronze-haired god, but was let down as I took in the black-haired pixie next to me. I suddenly remembered today, and the letter.

"Alice," I sobbed, "How? How could he do this to me? Again?" I sobbed some more, ruining her shirt, but I currently didn't care. I had much more pressing matters to worry about.

" I don't know, Bella. I really don't know." Emmett and Rosalie barging into Alice's room, with Emmett keeping up a steady stream of profanities, interrupting us. I almost smiled at him. Almost.

"Dammit, Bella," Emmett screeched, "I swear, I'm going to find that sorry son of a bitch and kick his sorry little-"

"EMMETT!" Rosalie roared.

He shut-up immediately and warily turned towards her, "Yes?" he asked quietly, meeting her icy gaze.

"GET STARTED!" She commanded. Emmett smiled a small smile, and he was gone.

I weakly smiled at Rosalie through my sobs. "Thanks." I mumbled.

It stayed like that for two days. Just Alice and Rosalie consoling me constantly. Esme and Carlisle had gone on a 'business trip'. Jasper and Emmett were still out hunting for Edward. Part of me wanted him to just come home and hold me, but the other, larger part of me wanted him to face the wrath of Emmett and Jasper.

It was on the third day that I remembered about my stuff, all of it still at Charlie's. I asked Alice where they were, but she just told me that it was all taken care of, and that I had nothing to worry about. I fell asleep quickly after that with Jasper's help, not realizing that he had gotten home, with no Emmett.

When I did wake up Jasper was sitting on the floor conversing quietly about me. I pretended that I was still asleep, though. I could barely hear them. But I did hear Alice ask him:

"Where is he, Jasper?" she asked.

"Alice, I honestly don't know. Emmett thinks he might have gone to Denali to… to…" He started.

"To do what?" she inquired.

"To visit," he paused, glancing at me, and continued, "Tanya. That was the area we followed his scent to. That's where Emmett is now. Searching."

I heard Alice's intake of breathe as she heard this, and, finding that I was awake, and gasping for air, she ran to me and wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh, Bella" she cooed.

"No. This can't be happening. HOW COULD HE VISIT THAT TRAMP!" I sobbed. Holding her incredibly close. I was surprised that she didn't flinch away from the sudden warmth.

"Well maybe he just-" she said, trying to soothe me.

"Maybe he just WHAT Alice? We are engaged, Alice! He can't just LEAVE!" I sobbed into her shirt.

"Shhh, Bella. He's coming back. You know he couldn't-"

"I don't know anything Alice! I thought I knew that he wouldn't leave again, but apparently I was wrong! He promised that he wouldn't leave me! H-H-HE L-LIED TO M-M-M-M-ME, ALICE! How am I supposed to cope with h-him l-l-leaving?" I screeched.

"Bella, please. I can't stand it when you cry. PLEASE STOP!" she screamed.

I looked at her, completely shell-shocked. I had never heard her talk that loudly. But, that didn't matter. I felt terribly now. "I'm sorry, Alice." I whispered, heartbroken.

She looked at me, her eyes tearing up. "That's okay, Bella. I understand and," she winked, "I still love you!"

I cracked a smile, "Thanks Alice. It's nice to know that someone does."

A/N: Oh, little depressed Bella. Poor Alice. Woe is me! ;) Re-vamped (ha) 06/23/12