AN: Hey everyone! I was going to post this last weekend, but for whatever reason my computer wouldnt let me sign on to fanfiction. SO i didnt get to post it til just now because this is the first time in a week that i've been able to sign on... well i have to go do homework. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea. I can only dream that I own Twilight and all of its characters… then again, I can't even do that!

Chapter 7: Father and Money

Hands were shaking me as I started to gain consciousness. I groaned and rolled towards whoever was pushing me. Suddenly I remembered where I was. My eyes flew open and I was met by a familiar face. "Dad!" I sat up and threw my arms around him.

He was stiff. Oh yeah, I didn't look like the Bella he knew. I let go of him and looked at him. "Dad, it really is me. I told you that I'd come back."

"Oh Bella," he broke as he engulfed me in a hug. I heard feet shifting in the doorway and glanced over Charlie's shoulder. Renee and Phil were shifting uncomfortably in the doorway.

"Hey mom, hey Phil." Suddenly realizing that there were other people in the room, Charlie released me from the hug. An uncomfortable silence filled the room. I was the one to break it.

"Dad, do you know where the Cullen's moved to?"

He shook his head sadly. "I have absolutely no idea."

"When did they move?" I questioned him.

"A week ago."

"A WEEK?! IT TOOK ME THAT LONG TO GET BACK?!"

"Um…" Charlie was confused.

"Dad, are you sure they didn't tell you where they were going? Even by accident? I have to find them. If Edward doesn't change me by the time I turn 18 again then I'm going to die."

His eyes widened and tears streaked down his cheeks. "I honestly don't know where they went Bella. They never told me. Alice and Esme just popped over one day and told me that they were moving. The memories of you were just too much."

Now I was crying. My second chance at life had just left. I had to find them. I just had to. "Mom, Dad, we have to find them. We have to!" Tears were streaking down my cheeks nonstop.

"Bella we don't know how! They could be anywhere!"

"They're in the US somewhere," I said confidently. "They definitely aren't out of the country. I just know it."

"Bella, the country is big. How in the world are we supposed to find them?"

"They won't live anywhere sunny. They sparkle in the sun. So they will be somewhere in the northern states. I know that they have a house in Oregon and Maine. Maybe they went to one of those."

"Bella, it costs a lot of money to drive or get a plane ticket."

"It's all taken care of Renee," Charlie said suddenly. He got up from where he was perched at the end of my bed and walked to his room. The three of us followed him closely. What in the world did he mean? Charlie went into one of his dresser draws and rummaged through it until he reached what he wanted. He pulled out a fat manila envelope.

"The Cullen's gave me this since my job doesn't pay that much. I tried to refuse of course, but they wouldn't take no for an answer." Our eyes widened as he handed me the envelope. I took it cautiously and walked over to his bed. I dumped the contents and our jaws all dropped at the amount that was in it. Nearly all of the bills were 100 dollar bills. Of course there were a few 20's and 50's too.

"How much is in here?" I asked, still in shock. I knew that this money probably wasn't even a quarter of what they had saved up in their various bank accounts.

"I don't know," Charlie admitted sheepishly. "I've been too afraid to count it."

"Maybe its best that we don't know," I said slowly. "The Cullen's are crazy with their money. They have way too much to know what to do with it. This isn't even a quarter of their savings." Everyone just nodded in agreement.

Renee stood up straight and took control of our mission to find the Cullen's. "Charlie, do you want to come with us?"

He shook his head. "I like my job here. There is no way that they're going to give me a long time off. We're short staffed as it is." Renee nodded slowly.

"Alright. Do you mind if we all stay here for the night?"

"Of course not!" He exclaimed, offended at the thought of turning us away. "You guys can have my bed. I'll just sleep on the couch."

"No dad," I said. "You can have my bed. It's smaller than yours so mom and Phil won't have a chance of fitting on it. I'm small; I can sleep on the couch easily."

He argued but eventually caved when I forced him too. I took my old blanket and moved it to the couch downstairs. Charlie pulled an extra blanket out to use. For what was left of the day, we spent our time talking. I did the most talking that night. It was 11 before we went to our separate rooms to sleep. I settled easily on the couch. I fell asleep with a single face on my mind.

Edward stared back at me from my dreams.



AN: So what did you think? I know there isn't a lot happening, but I felt that their talking with Charlie needed to be put in. Plez review and tell me what you think. You guys have always been awesome about it.