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Previously:

The feeling of pure hatred raced through me.

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How could I not have seen this? Charlie said it was a silver sports car. Nobody in Forks owned a sports car except for the Cullens.

I ran out the door to my truck. I was wearing my sweats from last night but I didn't care. I was so angry. So upset. Tears were still rolling down my cheeks. But for a different reason this time. Why would Edward do this?

As I pulled out of the driveway, I saw a blurry image coming up the road. I froze.

Edward stopped and knocked on the car window. I rolled it down.

"Edward? What the hell do you think you're doing here?" I asked urgently.

"Why are you so upset, Bella?" he comforted.

He climbed in and wrapped his arms around me. "Get off of me, Edward," I cried as I pushed him away. He released me.

"Look, I'm so sorry I left you. I hate myself for leaving you. I will never forgive myself. I know it was hard for you but believe me, I almost killed myself. I can't live without you, Bella. If I were human, you would be my oxygen. I can't last a minute without you. I need you and I don't care if you don't forgive me, all I want is for you to be happy," he explained.

"Well, it's too late for apologies, Edward. I'm talking about you hitting Jake's car. Why would you do that? What has he ever done to you?" I demanded to know.

"What are you talking about, Bella? I never hit Jacob's car. Somebody stole my car two days ago. I tried to track him down and the scent led me here. Back to Forks," he answered.

"No. You're lying," I scowled.

"Bella, I would never lie to you. You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you," he said calmly.

"I need to talk to Charlie," I said as I rushed back into the house. Edward followed me.

I picked up the phone and dialled Charlie's number.

"Charlie speaking."

"Dad! I have important news."

"What? What happened, Bella?"

"The car that hit Jake's. It was Edward's car."

"Edward?! What's that idiot doing back? Wait 'til I'm done with that moron!"

"No, Dad. It was Edward's car, but Edward wasn't the one driving."

"Well, then, which idiot was?"

"We don't know yet, Dad."

"Wait, we? The moron is in my house?"

"Dad, don't call him a moron. He said that his car was stolen from him two days ago. And, he was tracki- he was trying to find it and he, um, saw it and followed the driver here."

"What was the driver doing in Forks?"

"We're not sure."

"Okay. I'm almost home. Wait for me."

Charlie hung up.

"So, what are we going to do?" I asked Edward.

"We'll have to wait and see. I don't care if we catch the guy or not. I just want the car back," he answered.

Charlie got home a few minutes later.

"Dad, Edward and I are going to drive around and see if we can spot the Volvo," I said.

"Okay, Bells. You be careful," Charlie cautioned.

"Have a good evening, Chief Swan," Edward said politely. Charlie raised an eyebrow and scoffed as he went upstairs.

The car ride was silent as Edward stuck his head out the window to try and catch the scent. We had no luck.

"It's not here," he said, frustrated.

A few minutes later, Edward yelled, "Over there! I can see it," as he pointed to the next turn.

"You can see it? So, not only can you smell the scent, but you can see it too?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. It really helps when we're trying to track. But the scents are never clear. They are always faded and quite blurry. That slows us down a lot," Edward explained.

I turned the corner and there it was. It was parked on the side of the road with the driver's door open. From where I was, nobody was visible in the car.

Edward jumped out of my truck before I was able to pull over. I ran after him.

He checked to see if anyone was inside. No one. There were bottles of alcohol on the passenger's seat as well as the back seat. The drunk driver had left the keys on the driver's seat.

Edward walked around to the front of the car.

"Wow. Almost as bad as Jake's," I said. The Volvo had dents and scratches all along the front. One of the headlights was smashed.

"It doesn't matter. I got my car back," he said triumphantly.

"Does that mean you're leaving again?" I asked.

"No, Bella. Not if you don't want me to. I will never leave you again unless you don't want me to stay," he said apologetically.

"Edward. I'm not in love with you anymore. Well, definitely not as much as I used to. Only the tiniest part of me has feelings for you. I'm in love with Jacob," I explained. Edward's once bright and happy face, fell.

"I guess I should leave you be then," he said as he climbed into his Volvo.

"No, Edward. I want you to stay. But only if I'm not hurting you. If you don't want to see me and Jake together, then you can leave if you wish," I murmured. Edward sighed and closed the door. He drove off. He was leaving me yet again.

I got back in my truck and the burning sensation was returning. I put my head against the steering wheel and let the tears flow. I couldn't hold myself together anymore. Part of me was dying because Edward was leaving again. And rest of me was upset because of Jacob. I couldn't lose Edward as well as Jake.

I wiped the tears away with the sleeve of my shirt as I drove back home.

"Bella? What happened with Edward? Did you catch the dri- Why are you crying, Bells? What'd that idiot do?" Charlie got up and put his arm around my shoulder.

"He left *sniff* again, Dad. I've hurt him. I need *sniff* to see Jake. Please," I pleaded.

"Bella, you know that it's best for him to get some rest. Wait until tomorrow," he said.

"No, Dad! I can't wait. I need him," I cried as I ran outside to my truck.

I ran to Jake's room. He had come out of surgery a few hours ago. He was in his room, still sleeping. I wanted him to get his rest so I didn't wake him up.

I took the note that I had written this morning and put it in his hand. He looked so different. So ill and weak. I couldn't stand seeing him like this for any longer. I kissed his forehead and went home. I couldn't sleep that night so I cried instead. The crying did ease the pain but only a little.

I was glad that it was summer holidays because then I wouldn't have to face school. (Australian summer holidays are like spring break in the U.S, I think)

"Bella," someone whispered. I was sure it was my imagination.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Did you think I left you?"

"No. I know you left me. I'm just imagining you right now."

"Bella, you're honestly absurd. I told you, I would never do anything to hurt you and if that means I should stay here, then I will."

"Why did you drive off before?"

"I needed to think things out. Get everything right."

"You don't mind that I love Jacob?"

"No. I'll always love you but I left you and you have the right to move on."

"Edward, I'm sorry."

"Bella, don't apologise to me. It's not your fault. I left you."

"I'll always love you too, Edward," I said just before I drifted off to sleep.

Edward was gone when I woke up. I found a note taped to my door.

I'll always be sorry.

It was from Edward. I was now sure that last night wasn't my imagination.

My head hurt from all the crying. I was pretty sure I didn't have any tears left in me.

I looked at my alarm clock. 12:23; it was noon.

I went down stairs to find that Charlie had already left for work.

I then realised that I had been wearing the same clothes for the last two days. I ran upstairs to take a shower and change.

After the shower and breakfast, I went to the hospital.

Before going to Jake's room, I went to the gift shop. The lady at the counter smiled.

I bought a 'Get Well!' balloon for Jake.

I got to his room. The door was closed. I opened it slowly. There was no noise, no beeping of machines, no breathing. I peered around the door.

There was no one in the bed. The blanket was neatly folded and the pillow was fresh, new, clean.

No. No. No. No, this wasn't happening! This couldn't be happening! No!

I fell to my knees and buried my face in my hands as the tears overflowed.

There was a hand on my shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?" the person said. I looked up to see the same doctor from yesterday standing behind me. "Oh, you're the young man's friend from yesterday! Oh, no, it's not what you think it is! Jacob's been moved to a different room."

I was so relieved. I was so happy to know that I hadn't lost the one I loved.

"Oh, thank you *sniff* so much! Can you please tell me *sniff* where his room is?" I pleaded.

As soon as the doctor had given me Jake's room, I bolted there.

Jake was awake when I came in.

"Bella!" he exclaimed.

"Jake! Oh, Jake, I'm so glad you're awake!" I squealed. I ran to his bed and hugged him. "I've missed you so much. I was *sniff* worried after I heard that you were in an accident. I got *sniff* you a balloon."

"Thanks so much, Bells!" he said as he put the balloon on his nightstand. He kissed me and whispered 'I love you' in my ear.

"I love you too, Jacob Black. I'll always be yours," I declared. I grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to the bed. I sat down and leaned my head on the bed. Jacob stroked my hair.

I started to feel sleepy.

Jacob's P.O.V:

Bella had fallen asleep. She was murmuring to herself.

'I love you, Jake' and 'Please, don't leave me' was all I could make out.

"Bella, I will never, ever leave you," I whispered in her ear. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I'd never witnessed someone cry in their sleep before.

I stroked the tears away with my thumb.