AN: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. You guys are ama-za-zing! Ya'll think that Charlie and Renee are evil. But you have to remember, they wanted better for Bella. They didn't want her to end up like them. They still love her, they are just angry and disappointed. It hurts them too, especially Charlie.

Disclaimer: I just realized that I didn't do a disclaimer for this. So, I don't own anything. Everything belongs to their respective owners. (btw, I am only putting this up once for the whole story)

Chapter 3

Moving Causes Realizations

As I put some final items into my bag, I glanced around at the room that had become my home for the past few days. My heart wretched as I realized that this was my true home. But, it was empty now, void of all the love that it once held.

I picked up my bag and ran my hand over the black leather couch. As I left the room, I let my fingers go over the gold curtains. I closed the door behind me and walked down the steps, running my hand over the cool railing. I walked down the hallway, noting all of the rooms as I went: Carlisle's office, Alice's room, Jasper's study, Rosalie and Emmett's room. I walked, slowly, down the last set of stairs.

I was now in the living room. His piano sat, untouched. I couldn't control the urge I had to go and run my fingers over the cool keys. I set down my bag and pulled the sheet off of the big, black, beautiful piano. I lifted the lid and found a folded piece of paper. I picked it up, curious. I shoved it in my pocket- my curiosity would have to wait.

I hit several keys, letting the sweet notes soothe me. I was floored with memories. The first was the night after he stayed. I bounded down the stairs into his arms. The image changed and he and I were sitting as he played my lullaby for me. The image was swept away and replaced with one of him and I on his couch, his arms forming a protective cage around me.

I pulled back my hand and fell to my knees, sobbing. I screamed and wrapped my arms around my chest. The images kept on playing in my head, all leading to the day in the forest. Pain flared and intensified, racking my body. As the pain started to subsided, I picked my self out the ground and wiped the tears away. I took deep breathes, trying to calm myself. I needed to look normal when I went to Angela's.

After I pulled myself together, I grabbed my bag and headed out to my truck. I put the bag into the back of my truck. As I opened the door to my truck, I took one final look at the white house. It looked empty, just like me. I let out a shaky sigh and got into my truck, roaring it to life. I drove to Angela's, shaking with nerves the whole time.

I finally reached her house and she came out. "Bella," She greeted me as I jumped down from my truck. We gave each other a quick hug before we went around to get my bags out of the bed of my truck. We carried them into the house, where I was greeted by her parents and brothers.

"Hello Bella. We are so glad you have decided to come and stay with us." Her mother said, giving me a hug. Mrs. Weber was about five foot eleven with dark brown hair and the same hazel eyes that Angela had.

"Yes, Bella. We are happy to have you here." Mr. Weber said to me. Mr. Weber was six foot one and had thinning, light brown hair that matched Angela's. He gestured to identical twins who looked to be about nine years old. "This is Isaac and Josh."

They both mumbled "hi" and ran off. I smiled.

"Well, dinner will be ready in an hour. Angela why don't you show Bella to the guest room." Mrs. Weber said.

"Of course." Angela picked up my bag and motioned for me to follow her. "Come on, Bella." She led me up the stairs. Her house was much larger than Charlie's. As we walked down the hallway she pointed out different rooms- her room, her parent's room, Josh and Isaac's room, finally ending at the guest room, well my room now.

"Here we are," She said, opening the door to reveal a light yellow room. There was a double bed covered by a white comforter and white pillows. There was a small window seat with green and yellow pillows on top of a yellow seat cushion. The window was framed by sheer white curtains and a yellow valance. Next to the bed was a white side table with a lamp. The door was blocking a closet and white dresser. (Link on my profile)

It was small, but perfect. It made the gloomy day outside almost disappear.

"This is beautiful, Angela. Thank you." I told her as I moved inside the room, setting my bags down. I sat down on the bed, exhausted from the day. Angela came in and set down my bag next to my other ones.

"So let's get you unpacked." I joined her and we started unpacking my bags. The first bag was mostly clothes. One time Angela saw the tag on one of the shirts. She raised her eyebrows slightly, but just folded the shirt and set it in the dresser.

"Alice," I said, with a small, sad smile. "Brought a lot of things for me. She liked to spoil me." I laughed a little. "Even though I didn't like her too."

Angela smiled, "She was your best friend."

I shrugged. "More like a sister." It felt good to talk to some one, even though it hurt. "Emmett was like my brother." I missed him and Alice so much.

"You miss them." Angela stated.

I nodded my head. "They were my family." I blinked back the tears. "I don't have brothers or sisters or any relatives. And, I have always cared for my parents instead of them caring for me. The Cu-cullens were everything to me." I felt a tear escape. I brushed it away, but I suddenly felt Angela's arms around me.

"I'm so sorry, Bella." she said, not releasing the hug. I didn't mind. When she pulled away she said, "You can talk to me about anything."

I sniffed. "I just feel like the world's on my shoulders and there is no one here to help me hold it up."

She looked at me, really looked at me. "Bella what did he do to you?" I had never seen Angela any where near angry before.

I had to tell some one. It was eating me inside and out. "He told me that I wasn't good for him, that he didn't love me anymore. That he was tried of trying to be something he wasn't." My voice broke numerous times.

"Bella," Angela wrapped me in her arms again. "I am so sorry. I never knew." She pulled away and placed hand on the bump I was hiding underneath my hoodie. She smiled, "It's going to be ok."

I wiped away my tears. I gave her a thankful smile. "Thanks Angela." After that we talked about school, homework. Soon everything was folded, hung up and put away. Mrs. Weber called us down stairs for dinner.

Flash Forward

I was careful as I rolled my self out of bed. I was now thirty weeks along. I went to the doctor's about a week ago and she told me that I was putting on a bit more weight then most pregnant women. She said this was mostly likely because I was underweight and now my body was trying to make up for it. She also let me listen to the baby's heartbeat. It was the most amazing thing. Hearing it's little heart. I didn't get a ultrasound because I didn't want to know what I was having. The doctor said everything was fine.

I got out of bed and walked over to my closet. I pulled out a off white colored cotton shirt that ended just below my hips. I pulled on a pair of jeans that had a stretch waist. I slipped on my Chucks. I owed all of my clothes to Angela and her mom. They surprised me one day a couple of weeks ago with several bags of clothes from Old Navy Maternity. I was shocked by their kindness. I asked them much it all came to, so I repay them. They refused to tell me. Why were people always doing this to me?

I sighed as I put on my faithful Chucks. They wanted to buy me shoes, but my Chucks were perfectly worn and comfortable. There was no need of new shoes.(Link on profile of outfit. It's so cute!!)

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and pulled my hair back into a half ponytail. A few pieces of my hair fell out of the elastic band. I left them, not wanting to redo my hair. I went back into my room and hurriedly made my bed. I grabbed my parka and my school bag. I gripped the railing as I walked down the stairs. Luckily, all of my extra carefulness was paying off. I had only stumbled a few times in the past weeks.

I was greeted to the usual craziness that happened every morning at the Weber's house. Mrs. Weber was trying to get herself ready and the twins. Angela was getting all of her school things ready while Mr. Weber was looking for his keys so he could head off to the church. Josh was flinging Cheerios at Isaac, while Isaac threw toast at him.

I walked over to them. I grabbed Josh's hand and Isaac's as they were about to throw and fling some more. "Boys, how about we eat the food?" They grumbled but went to back to eating their breakfasts.

"Thanks Bella." Mrs. Weber said, as she raced around the kitchen back into the living room.

I grabbed a breakfast bar, only to get a reproving look from Angela. "You know that you need to eat more than that, Bella."

I scowled but grabbed an apple and a piece of toast, which I smeared some peanut butter on. I quickly ate my breakfast as I noticed the time. The Weber's house was only a short walk from the school but I drove Angela and I after we dropped off the boys at school.

Isaac and Josh got their coats on and grabbed their backpacks on the way out to my truck. I pulled on my parka and slung my bag over my shoulder. Angela was following behind me. We got into my truck and drove to the elementary school. I sighed as I saw the sign. "Forks Elementary School: Home of the Puddle Jumpers".

We drove to school, finding a close parking spot. Angela and I got out and went to stand under the cafeteria overhang. We joined the group that was already there- Mike, Ben, Eric, and his girlfriend. They stilled talked to me and Ben and Eric's girlfriend only talked to me because of their boy/girlfriend was still friends with me. Mike proved to be a great friend. I figured all romantic feelings were out the window now for him. Eric, due to finding his own love, was just a friend too. Most people just ignore me. Some will make their comments, but mostly I just stay away from everyone.

"Morning everyone." I said to them. They all gave their head nods and 'good mornings' back.

Everyone was talking about winter homecoming. It was one of those subjects that I usually tuned out. It hurt too much to think about how they all would have dates and I wouldn't. I wouldn't have one because the one person I wanted, wasn't here and was never coming back. I expected tears to come to my eyes, but they didn't. That was odd.

"Bella!" I heard someone call out.

I jumped. "What?"My voice broke.

"I asked if you were going to homecoming?" Mike asked me.

That insolent boy knew I wasn't going. "Um, no. I'm not going." I told him through my teeth. The bell rang and we went our separate ways to class. The rest of the day passed with out incident. When I got in the truck I remembered it was Friday. I sighed, contented. Two whole days with no glares, sideway stares, or under the breathe comments.

Angela joined me in my truck and we went to the elementary school to pick up Isaac and Josh. When we got to the Weber's home, we all sat at the kitchen table and did our homework. Mrs. Weber came home and started dinner. Soon she finished and just as Mr. Weber walked in, dinner was done. We all ate and I retreated upstairs to my room.

Life here was so...normal. I never really had to do anything. I felt bad about that. At first I would try to help, but no one would let me. Soon, I just gave up. I still did small things here there, like loading the dishwasher.

When I got in my room, I started going through a large basket of clothes. Most of them were too small for me now, but I was going to keep them for after I had the baby. I folded the clothes and put them into a box. I was about to put away the last pair, when I noticed a paper sticking out of the pocket. Curious, I pulled it out and opened it up. I realized, with a gasp, that it was the piece of paper that I had found my last day at their house.

Slowly, I opened the paper. I noticed that there were several sheets. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. I opened my eyes. I was shocked by what I saw on the papers. It was the music to my lullaby. Clearly, written across the top in elgant script was, Bella's Lullaby.

I barely made out the notes, wishing I hadn't quit those piano lessons when I was young. But as they moved up and down and connected, I could almost hear him playing it. I held fast the pieces of paper. I went to my night stand and pulled out a book. It was my scrapbook of my pregnacy. I would take a picture every two weeks and i stuck them into a book. I would sometimes write how I was feeling, what the doctor had said and other things.

I put the score into one of the pockets in the back of the book. I was suddenly exhusted.

I laid down on my bed and pulled the covers up over me. All of those books said, that I should be feeling more energy. But I didn't; I felt so exhausted. I got this weird sensation in my stomach. It kept spreading through out my body and soon enough my whole body was in this weird, tense state. I closed my eyes and slipped under to the darkness.

All the while, I dreamed, strange dreams. I didn't understand, nor did I remember much. Not one point of the dream stood out. It was...sameness. It was like I was in the same dream and it just kept repeating. But I never got the gist of the dream. Soon the dreams slipped and I fell into a deeper level of sleep. After what seemed like forever, I finally woke up.

I looked around the room. The clock said, eleven fifty six. It was light out, I knew it was in the morning. I felt...different. My steps were more graceful. My skin looked to be slight paler. I thought of it as nothing as I walked down the stairs. Mrs. Weber was sitting at the counter.

"Good morning." I said to her as I walked to the fridge.

She jumped up from the stole. "Bella," She pulled me into a hug. "Are you alright? You're finally awake."

I tilted my head to the side, confused. "Finally? What do you mean?"

"You have been asleep for a couple of days. We called the doctor but he said there was nothing wrong with you. It was normal for you to be tired."

A few days! "Well, I'm fine. I feel ok." I felt much better than ok. I felt pretty good.

"Well, I want you to stay in bed for the rest of the day -just to be safe. So get something to eat and head back upstairs."

I nodded at her and got an orange and a glass of juice. I went back to my room and finished my snack. I crossed my arms and noticed how hard they were. I pushed that thought out of my mind, not thinking much of it.

Soon the clues started to fall into place and I sat up, with a sudden realization.