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Chapter 3: Sorry

I was exhausted when we finally drove into my driveway at 8 o' clock. It had been a long day. We stopped for fastfood just after Alice and I had our little chat. I wasn't hungry, but I wasn't satisfied either. I wouldn't be satisfied until I was in Edward's arms.

When I walked through the front door, Charlie was at the kitchen table drinking some coffee, as if he was expecting to stay up for a long time, waiting for me to get home, I would guess.

He looked up with a relieved expression as I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Bells," he said.

"Hey. Why aren't you watching the game?" I asked, puzzled. I had heard him talking to Billy a while ago about some game that was supposed to come on.

He gazed unseeingly out the window. "I just... couldn't seem to focus." He sounded so sad. It occurred to me again how much my change would effect him.

"Bella, could I talk to you?"

"Of course, Dad," I said, although I was very eager to get up to my room, where Edward would be waiting on my bed.

As I walked over to sit in the chair next to him, he shifted in his so that his entire body was facing me. He twiddled his thumbs nervously.

"Is he good to you, Bella?" he finally asked.

"Yes." I really didn't know how else I could have replied. Just a simple yes seemed like a good enough answer. But I could tell that this was going to be a mushy father-daughter conversation. I was sure of it.

He lifted his arm onto the table and rested his head in his hand. "If there was any reason that you were being forced into this, you would tell me right?"

I knew it. He thought I was pregnant. I tried to answer in the most vague way I could think of. "I'm marrying Edward because I love him. And believe me Dad, there is no reason that I would be forced into this." I hoped he got my hint. I hated talking about that kind of stuff out loud. So did he.

Relief washed across his face. He got the hint. But a few seconds later a look of dread came over his face. "You're leaving, aren't you?"

"You already know that I'm going to college." I tried my best to avoid that question. It didn't work.

"No, I mean..." He shifted nervously in his chair. "You're leaving and you won't be coming back... for a while." It still surprised me how perceptive my parents were. Edward always told me how perceptive I was. I must have gotten it from them.

Even if I didn't say it out loud, he would have read it in my eyes. "Yes."

Suddenly, Charlie looked very old. Feeble. Weak. "I'll miss you."

I started to feel the predictable moisture in my eyes. "I'll miss you too, Dad." And then, I leaned in to him and gave him a hug. I was right... mushy father-daughter conversation.

Our mushy moment was suddenly interupted by the annoying ring of the telephone. I got up, wiped my eyes, and walked over to the phone sitting on the counter. "Hello?" I said into the reciever. My voice sounded choked. It would be clear to whoever it was that I had been crying.

"Bella?" I familiar voice said. Quil Ateara.

"Quil? Hey," I said, startled. I hadn't spoken to any of the pack members since just after the battle. But I didn't want to think about that.

"Bella." He sounded relieved, but somehow, still anxious. "Listen, have you seen Jacob? Do you know where he is?"

That hit me hard. "What? No, I--- What happened?"

He cursed under his breathe. "We can't find him anywhere, he's been gone for two days. But wherever he is, we can't hear him, and he didn't leave a trail. Not that we can find anyway."

The tears were pouring out at this point. I didn't know the details, but I knew that it must have something to do with me. It just kept getting worse. But what could I have done to make him run away? What could he have heard that he hadn't known already. How could so much pain be caused by one selfish person.

I buried my face in my hands. Charlie got up from the kitchen table. He could obviously tell that something was terribly wrong, even though I was facing the other direction and he couldn't see my tears.

"Bella, are you still there?" Quil asked after I didn't respond.

I tried my best to hide the hysteria in my voice. "Do you know why?" I didn't really hide it very well.

"No. Billy was the last one who saw him. He just left."

I began to really sob. I couldn't believe that this was really happening. And all because of me.

"I'm so sorry Bella," Quil said with absolute sincerity.

"Don't be sorry, Quil," I choked. "It's not your fault," I implied.

"I promise you, Bella, wewill find him." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that more than me.

"I believe you," I whispered and hung up the phone.

"Bella, what happened?" Charlie asked as I faced him, tears rolling down my face uncontrollably.

"Jacob," I sobbed. My voice sounded so strained, it didn't even sound like it belonged to me. "H-he's missing."

"Oh no, Bella," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. But I wanted comfort in someone elses arms. I broke away stuttering, "I-I need some t-time alone, Dad." And I ran up the stairs as fast as my human feet could carry me.

Of course, he was right behind the door of my dark room when I flung it open, and I was in his arms faster than I could comprehend. "I'm sorry, Bella," he whispered comfortingly. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Edward," I said weakly. "It's my fault."

"No, Bella, it's not," he said, so quietly that I almost didn't catch it.

"Of course it is, Edward, I---"

"It's my fault," he whispered, just as quietly. I moved back to gaze at the dark outline of his godlike face questioningly. How could he think that?

"How is it your fault?" I said in a hushed voice, puzzled.

He cradled my head into his chest. "I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

I tried desperately to see his beautiful eyes in the darkness. "Edward, what did you do?" I whispered cautiously.

He took a deep, shaky breathe. "I... sent him an invitation."

"Oh no," I sobbed. That was the reason. That was why he ran away. But it wasn't Edward's fault. I should have never even had anything to do with Jacob Black in the first place.

Edward picked me up tenderly and set me down on the bed, laying next to me.

I wiped my eyes. "There I go breaking my promise again," I said, frustrated.

"What promise?" he asked softly.

"I swore to myself that I would not cry over Jacob again," I said weakly. "Especially in front of you."

"You're worried about your promise? I promised you that I would never lie to you again, and there I went, sending him an invitation behind your back," he said with a dark laugh.

"I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault," I told him, even though I knew that he didn't believe me.

"Do you want me to go look for him?" he asked, his voice filled with pain.

"No. I don't want to take a chance at hurting him again. It seems like whatever I do, I cause him more pain. I've been causing a lot of people pain lately." I reached out and placed my hand on his cheek. He put his hand on top of mine gently. "I love you, Bella."

I smiled, trying to push Jacob out of my mind. "I love you too." We kissed and, like always, broke apart too soon. "I can't wait to be your wife."

I fell asleep in his arms, his velvet voice humming my lulluby.

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