So this chapter was a little bit more emotional for me, I want to give you a quick look at what goes on inside of Bella's home. Listening and writing made me tear up a bit, because the song sure has some strong sad lyrics. I do hope you guys enjoy.

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Chapter 3 : Daddy's Little Girl Inspired by "Daddy's Little Girl" : Frankie J

No P.O.V (But Mostly Bella's side of things.)

"Cant you see how much I need you?"

The car ride home was unbearably silent. Bella sat in the back seat, once again wrapping her fingers around Moby, trying to find comfort in the thick atmosphere. She could easily see the tension bouncing between her mother and father, like a ball of doom, only growing bigger and bigger.

Bella could almost imagine the fire that was building between them. Taunting and initiating, ready to explode. Bella was young but she knew. She knew something bad was going to happen, if this ball of fire were to explode.

Her father had his fingers tightly binded to the steering wheel, looking everywhere but at his own wife's face. Through the review mirror Bella could see the wrinkles making there selves permanent on his face. She found herself wishing she could put her fingers on them, rubbing circles on them, soothing them out herself.

Her mother on the other hand glared at him. Only 1/2 of her tan face could be seen but Bella could see more rage on that 1/2 then she had ever seen before. Bella inhaled a silent gasp, trying to remain intact with what was going on around her.

Her mothers eyes were wide and more expressive then anything Bella has ever seen. She shivered to herself, feeling the cold emanating from them so she looking away.

Her grip on Moby tightened, but Moby wasn't helping much.

She decided to stare at the rain drops that fell on the car window beside her. She watched them fall one by one letting her self get cought up in them. Some slipped down quickly disappearing, others hung and lingered, till their small trail faded away.

She wished Jacob could have come her with her. She knew that if he were there, things would seem a lot brighter and better.

She sighed softly to herself didn't say a word.

In the background, green trees and colorful houses passed, but everything looked so gray to Bella that she barely paid any mind to them. After the rain drops became old, she just looked away.

She looked back to her mothers face, which was still focused on her father. Her eyes looked cold as stone. But there was more deep behind that, there were faint hints of melancholy.

Bella began to think of her mother, and instantly started to think of all the times they spent countless hours baking chocolate chip cookies. All the times they both playing dress up in the mall. It hadn't been to long ago since they last did that. But over time these mother-daughter moments started to fade.

But she still remembers, after all shopping with Renee had been her favorite hobby. Her mother would chose many frilly dresses for her only child to try on. They would cram into a dressing room, modeling this and that for each other. It would just be the two of them alone in Port Angeles, as her father worked long shifts at the station.

It was those days that she remembers Renee's smile the most. There always seemed to be rich laughter lingering in the air. It was a time when her father and mother got a long just fine. There were no fights and no arguements. It was when things were peaceful.

Wondering if she wasn't the daughter her mother wanted anymore, Bella's lip began to tremble as she watched the two people who meant so much to her.

In the beginning they did everything to make sure that Bella never heard the arguments. They would go off in to their bedroom on the second floor, locking the door behind them and soon enough the lashing would begin. It was always about money, it was about there fading love, it was about Bella, it was about Charlie wanting another child, when Renee definitely didn't.

Things didnt get better with trying to hide it.

If anything, they got a lot worse.

The arguments would creep into their dinner time. In the end someone would always end up leaving the dinner table, leaving the food untouched. Bella would silently sit a few chairs down, watching these battles unfold in front of her.

Bella looked at her father again. In the review mirror she could see his eyes hooded and sad. Her small heart clenched knowing something really bad had happened while she was being stitched up earlier.

They finally arrived to their home. But Bella, didn't feel comforted by this.

"Are you okay sweetie, do you feel light headed?" Charlie asked his daughter, watching her swoon a bit as she stepped out the car, making her way clumsily in to the yard."

"I'm fine Daddy, I'm just kind of tired and a wittle sleepy. I wanna go to bed." her childish voice replied. She wattled to the door quickly and was already waiting for her dad to unlock the wide front door.

Bella found herself avoiding the obvious tension that made her feel like the air was being sucked out of the atmosphere.

"So early, Bella?" Her mother asked, trying to tease her daughter, but even Bella knew her mother was in no shape to joke around. She put a large distance between her and Charlie and no one said a word until they reached the door.

"I'm sure it's all the medicine honey" Charlie said glancing at Bella, unlocking the door for them so they could get out of the ice cold rain.

Once inside, Bella took off her tennis shoes and left them near the door. It was just like her Dad always taught her, avoiding getting mud on the new carpet.

She made her way in, hanging her rain coat. She ran up the stairs and hurried into her room. Many pictures and puppy posters hung on the walls decorating almost every corner of her room.

Inside she pulled out her pajamas and quickly began too change out of the uncomfortable clothes she wore. In the middle of the act she caught a slight glimpse of herself in the mirror on top of the wood dresser. Doing a quick double take, Bella for the first time saw herself with the bandage wrapped around her small head covering the fresh stitches. She gasped and flinch. The bandage reminded her of what Mike Newton had said about her earlier during recess. Things about how she always got hurt. Her small heart clenched and she sighed trying to find some sort of strength inside her. She hated Mike Newton. She hated that he pushed her earlier today.

Why did that feel like it happened so long ago?

But Bella was glad that Jacob had been there. She was glad that he had punched him. Though she wasn't so fond of the image that played in her head remembering the blood gushing out of his face when it happened, she was thankful it had happened. She felt that Mike deserved it because if Bella wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place then maybe her parents wouldnt be fighting now.

She finished getting dressed and shoved the wet and bloody clothes into the closet where the hamper was. She made her way to her full bed and sat on the edge. She stared into the nothingness around her.

Her head was slightly throbbing and everything started to feel a bit surreal. She brought a small hand to her temple and pressed down to where she felt pain. But instead of feeling the relief she seeked for, she only felt more pain searing through the small wound. She flinched and took the time to glance outside the window. She could see the sky growing dark, and the stars starting to appear. Her heart rate rose in hope that maybe tonight would be a night that Jacob would come see her.

Just at the mere thought, the wound in Bella's head started to hurt less.

She took the time to finish getting ready for bed and once everything was finally done, she climbed into her warm bed and buried herself beneath the thick sheets.

There was one thing left. And it was her favorite part before her lights went off.

"Daddy!" she yelled out, in a singy song voice.

She went silent, when there was no answer from her father. Listening intently to what could be going on down stairs, she stopped moving completely. For a long moment she heard nothing but her own heartbeat. The house seemed way to quiet to what she normally knew. The t.v was off, there was nothing playing, nothing cooking, for a moment Bella almost panicked thinking she was alone. Suddenly she heard the noise ghost up the vent system into her ears.

There were violent whispers that she heard and let them seep into her ears.

"They tried just about everything
It's getting harder now
For him to breathe"

It was her mother.

It was her father.

Fighting.

Again.

she sighed.

"Daddy!" She called out again, not wanting to hear anymore. She hoped that maybe she could stop it before the real rumble actually began.

About 10 seconds later, she heard a door open from down stairs, and then loud footsteps climbing up the stairs. She wondered of it was a bad idea calling out to her father when he was mad.

Soon enough Charlie popped his head into her room with an uneasy smile.

"Ready kiddo?" he asked, but tonight his voice didn't sound as enthusiastic as it did other nights.

"Yes, Dad. I'm all ready."

"Good" He said smiling softly while pulling a small pink chair from Bella's small drawing desk. He placed the chair next to her bed like he always did every other night.

But still something still didn't feel right.

Wind blew in from Bella's window making her curtains dance and she shivered once again, thinking that today everything seemed to be filled with coldness.

Charlie reached under Bella's desk and pulled out their most recent bed time story. Bella and her Father both smiled reading the title.

Junie B. Jones Is Not A Crook

Charlie had made it a ritual to read the books from this series to his daughter. He loved watching his daughters expressions as he read the books. She would laugh at all the funny parts, that only another 8 year old child could understand. He would watch her mouth form a big O as shock would seep in, in parts that would shocked her. He just loved it. He just simply loved spending time with his only daughter. But sadly, with everything that had been going on lately, he hadn't been putting much heart in to it.

He regretted that. He regretted not always being the father she probably really needed. Yes she was mature, but she was still only a child.

So that night he read to her. He dug deep within himself, looking for the energy to portray every word that each character said. He found a strange craving to fulfill his role as a father. Recently, he'd been feeling as if his own family had been falling away from him. The sadness erupted inside him but he kept reading. His voice mighty and loud.

" 'Cause the sun was beaming down on our horse heads, that's why!" He said, laughing himself at the blunt things Junie B. Jones would say.

The sky was now really dark, and the moon was high lighting all the clouds that lingered there. Charlie closed the book and looked down at his daughter, sighing.

" The 3 chapters are up sweetie" He told Bella. Who laid in her bed silent but animated.

"Aww....okay Daddy. But tomorrow you will read to me again, right?"

Charlie's face crumpled because thinking about tomorrow made his stomach knot for unknown reasons. His face seemed to fall and he couldn't prevent it from showing.

Bella saw the weird look her fathers face and moved closer so she could cup her fathers cheek in her hand.

"Daddy--" her little voice rung out in concern but she was quickly interrupted.

Not around my daughter, Charlie thought.

"Bella sweetie, if I'm here, I'll always read to you. Each and every night" he said softly, making his way up to cup the small hand that was cupping his cheek.

He shoved his sudden vulnerability away and stroked his daughters hand.

Bella stared at her father closely this time.

There were huge circles under her fathers eyes that reminded her of sick people. There were scrunched up lines on his face and Bella wished she could flatten out. She didn't approve the way her father looked. In fact, she could feel her own wary lines form on her forehead, in worry.

"It's time for bed, love" He said, his voice very small. But he just kept looking at his daughter, not moving away from her small hand which he felt like was holding him together.

"Daddy Daddy don't leave
I'll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can't you see how much I need you"

Bella nodded, but her chest clutched.

Her father released her hand, and she slipped it down his cheek, bringing it back to her side.

"Good night kiddo, You know I always love you, right?" He asked. There was so much sadness in his eyes.

They both didn't know why they felt so much doom.

"Yes Daddy. Did you know that I love you a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot?" she asked, a small faint smile on her lips.

"Yes, Bella. I do. And I'll never forget it."

With that, he put the chair back underneath the table and made his way to the door.

His steps were slow, but loud. Bella watched her father leave in confusion.

More cold wind flew through the window.

Right before he closed the door behind all the way, he turned around and stuck his head back into in to the room.

"Sweet Dreams Bella"

His voice was sad. The door closed. And then he was gone.

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Not much time passed. But enough of it did.

And the screaming started again. Her head began to throb again.

The cool wind howled outside and Bella got up to close the window trying to prevent more shivers from rocking her body. Her fingers laced around the handle of it but it wouldn't budge. She pushed and tried bringing it down but the window wouldn't even move a bit. After many tries, she finally gave up, quietly she huffed and puffed. She took the time to catch her breath and just let the wind hit her. It was cold and a bit raged. It brought comfort to the wound in her head. It brought emptiness to a wound in her heart.

When she felt too cold, she stepped away from the window and decided to go get one of her parents to help her close the window.

She wrapped her arms around her tiny torso and made her way to the door.

When she opened it, she then heard things she hadn't been able to hear before.

There were loud whispers ranting in the living room shifting in the air. Bella quietly listened.

"Charlie how could you?" Bella's mother asked, shocked.

Bella braced herself to what she might hear.

"I HAD to Renee. How else could I get rid of this problem?" Charlie told Renee. His voice was getting a little bit louder.

"You took my name off our shared bank account and you sold me car? What the hell?!" She said in utter disbelief.

"Renee, Please. Don't take it personally. We just need to draw a line......your spending so much. So I figured why not go back to separate accounts so you can have your money, and I have mine." Charlie told her, hesitant with every word.

"What the fuck Charlie?! Your my husband. You don't trust me? Is it like that now?" Renee yelled now.

"No. No. NO. Dammit, it's not like that now--"

"Yes it is." Renee said, interrupting him with a mere whisper. "We are fucked beyond relief now."

"Renee. Dont." Charlie pleaded.

"No Charlie. You DONT." She took and deep and desperate breath. Renee chose her words carefully. "I think me and you need to stop pretending. Stop pretending that we are going to fix this because I don't think we can. I fucked it up. And you fucked it up. You fell out of lo-love with me"

Renee's voice broke. Bella's breath hitched.

"And I fell out of love with you. Charlie, we cant do this anymore. This....taking my name of the account is nothing. Selling my car...whatever. But a loveless relationship---well that's something!" She yelled.

"Renee. Please. Just. Stop. It's not my fault...that you turned.....cold"

Suddenly everything did feel cold. Bella quietly made her way down the stairs. She wanted know why she felt like she was on the edge. Like things were going to get bad.

"Cold!?" Renee yelled in disbelief.

Bella knew now that if she had been upstairs, she would now be able to hear what was going on. Suddenly she wished that she hadn't moved from the cold window in her room. It would probably numb everything she felt.

Bella's small feet reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped onto the ivory carpet, warming her small toes. Just around the corner stood Charlie and Renee looking at each other with fear, worry, anger and resentment.

"If you hadn't started engaging with the waitress at the diner then maybe you wouldn't have seen me turn cold. It's so obvious Charlie." Renee responded bitterly. "You like what you saw. And you've been going to see it every day"

"Renee, you are so delusional. I am not interested in her. If you haven't notice you dont make lunch everyday. And I am not interested in ruining our family. But for some reason I now think that you are."

"Fuck Charlie! Im not stupid!" She yelled at him.

Bella remained silent. This time even Moby wasn't there to comfort her.

"Well you sure are acting stupid. How could I love a stupid women?"

"How could I love a miserable man?!" She responded.

"How dare you, Renee?" He asked incredulous.

"How dare you, Charlie?! How fucking dare you?" She answered, her voice tantalizing and outraged.

"I cant do this shit Renee. This isn't who I married and this isn't who I'll stay with!"

For just a moment the coldness disappeared and there was complete silence in the absence of the loud wind.

Bella gripped on to the stair railing, listening intently. Every scream had been vicious and a knife to Bella's small heart. Mommies and daddies were suppose to love each other. That's what she had thought.

But Charlie and Renee, didn't.

Bella wanted to cry. She wanted to sink into the ground. Couldn't they stop fighting even for her? Was she so bad?

"What are you trying to say? You ganna leave?" Renee challenged him. It was loud and clear.

"Father listen
Tell him that he's got a home and he don't have to go
Father save him
I would do anything in return
I'll clean my room
Try hard in school
I'll be good
I promise you
Father, Father
I pray to you"

Bella gripped onto the railing knowing that if she let go, she'd have a one way ticket to the ground.

This was her all her fault, Bella thought.

Suddenly there was a LOUD crash. Bella flinched, jumped and gasped, as the wind blew hard again, shaking against the house.

She heard glass shatter on the hard ground around her parents who were oblivious to her standing nearby. Charlie had grabbed a vase and smashed it against the wall. Renee looked at him shocked and speechless. His face was more withered then they had both seen before.

Tears were falling down Charlie's face.

"Don't do this Renee!" he shouted, this time his face was deadly in front of Renee's.

She had never seen her parents this way before. There was no love. There was no heat. There was nothing that she expected to be in a family. Everything seemed wrong and broken to her.

Renee picked a frame up and threw it across the room landing a few feet away from Bella. The glass shattered again and there on the floor laid a family portrait. It vividly called out to Bella.

It was Charlie, Renee and Bella.

Smiling.

Elegant.

Fake.

It hit Bella then. Her family wasn't like others. Her family had wars within itself. Wars she didn't understand. She never wanted anything more then for everything to be okay. For a loving mother and father, but she felt like she couldn't even get that.

Bella took a heavy step forward, her heart pounding and her body heavy. She felt her breaths coming in hard as the pain in her head throbbed more then ever. Once again the carpet warmed her toes, but everything else all over, felt icy.

Charlie looked at Renee, anger all over his face but tears were escaping his eyes and no one could ignore them.

Renee started crying too. They were loud sobs that raked through her body and yet she didn't give in. Her pain filled face showed rage and suddenly she lifted her arms to push Charlie away from her violently.

"Fuck you Charlie. Fuck you!" She cried out, sobbing. Her hair was messy. Her hands tightly balled fist.

Bella's heart was hurting so much, she felt as if her heart was that vase and that frame that had been thrown minutes before. Everything was shattering around her. She didn't understand this pain.

Tears started to fall down her face as well. Everything was so horrid and painful....she couldn't take it.

She needed Jacob. She needing nothing more then Jacob. Because only he could hold her together. Where was Jacob?

Everything was so dark and cold.

"Forget it Renee. Your right. Lets stop pretending. You'll stop playing Barbie. And I'll stop playing Kent. Im leaving." He said.

Bella froze then, because all she had heard was the leaving part. Leaving.

"I'm so done, I'm so done dealing with is." He yelled, pushing Renee out the way harshly, looking for his promising keys. He took them in his hands and looked back at Renee once he was at the door. Renee who had been silent, followed him. She said nothing. She didnt even know how she felt. Nothing actually felt real.

"He drops his suitcase by the door
She knows her daddy won't be back anymore
She drags her feet across the floor
Tryna hold back time to keep him holding on

"Goodbye Renee. Say goodbye to my little g-girl-" He said so softly. Crying and angry, breaking at the end.

Bella's little mind started panicking and the sobs escaped her mouth. This time she was heard and two angry faces that she once thought she knew, turned their way too look at her. Instantly those faces softened but there was sadness, regret, and hurt.

This was all HER fault, Bella thought

"Bella honey--" Renee began hoarsely.

"Daddy Please!" Bella yelled.

She didn't move but her father had his hands on the door knob.

"Daddy...please" she said once more. Charlie looked down avoiding the image of her endless tears falling down her precious face.

"Don't go!" she yelled.

"Go Charlie." Renee said, encouraging him on and surprising everyone. Her voice had been hard but her face was morphed into obvious pain.

"Don't make this harder!" she yelled.

Charlie flinched and Bella ran to him. Her bare feet ran over shards of glasses that pierced her skin, but she ignored the pain. Charlie already had his arms open for her, and she jumped into them with great force.

"Don't do-dont go, Daddy. Please. I ne-need you!"

"Please don't let him go (don't let him go)
I'm begging you so (I'm begging you so)
need to open his eyes
need a little more time
To tell him that I love him more
than anything in the world
is daddy's little girl"

She cried. She cried hard in the arms of her father. She cried like there was not tomorrow. This was all her fault after all, Bella thought.

This was all too dramatic for everyone.

Bella wasn't ready for it, but Charlie put her down.

"Don't leave" She whispered again. She was cold, exhausted, and torn.

"He wont be leaving Bella honey." Renee finally said. Her eyes blood shot and guilty.

Bella looked up at her mothers face as Charlie did the same. Renee wasn't don't though.

"We are."

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That night, once Charlie was safely on the worn down couch and Renee was in her room alone, Bella turned off all the lights in her room, closed the door and headed for the other stairs that lead to the roof.

She brought Moby with her this time, his fur brushing against her arm on top of the blankets. She slid open the balcony door, letting the cold familiar wind hit her freely.

The cold was becoming her close friend.

Bella felt like she was breaking. All she could see in her head was the mockery of the family portrait that still laid shattered in her house.

Everything was shattered. Torn to pieces. Torn to dust. Left for the cold wind to blow away.

Tonight was the last night she would come up here. Tomorrow, she was leaving for Pheonix. Just her and her mother.

Her heavy legs were leading her to the edge of the balcony. She wanted to stop herself, but she felt that tonight she had to face her fears. Tonight was the only chance she had.

Tonight, she'd have to learn to live with out Jacob Black.

Her heart thumping, her knees shaking, she finally reached the railing. It was wet and slippery and everything from a bad nightmare.

All she could imagine was the railing giving away and her falling over. She shivered.

Her fingers laced around the railing. Pulling herself to even rely on the railing for support as she put her weight on it. She shivered and shook as she took in the height. She had to learn how to deal with fear.

She had to learn to live with out Jacob who wont ever be able to comfort her again.

If everything that had happened today hadn't broken her, then the thought of this did.

She couldn't even imagine life with out Jacob.

He was her play mate. Her other half. And now she would be miles and miles away according to her mother.

She couldn't fight this.

Bella shivered and clung to the rail tightly, letting Moby fall to her feet. Her breaths came in harder and harder, the wind blew harder and harder.

Then she heard his familiar steps coming up the side house steps. Hear heart clenched violently.

Jacob Black, save me....

"I'll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can't you see how much I need you"

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next time: Jacob's good bye..and life over the years.

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