Me? Own Twilight? I'm sorry, but what strange warped planet do you live on? The brilliant S.M. owns Twilight, guys, it's general knowledge. I DO OWN THE DVD NOW THOUGH!!!! (see A/N at the bottom). Enjoy:

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Edward POV

I didn't have the strength to go home, as I had originally planned. I had got halfway there when I had to see her again, just watch her. I wouldn't let her know I was there, just seeing her would be okay. So I turned back and went back to Bella's house. I perched in a tree opposite her house and watched through her window as she spent the majority of the day moping, and the rest accepting phone calls (passed through Charlie) from various well-wishers and friends that were glad she was better.

It hurt me to see her face every time she tried to explain to all of her friends that she was leaving. Each of them reacted differently, some making Bella hurt more than others. I wanted to hurt the people that hurt Bella, so, so much that it was incomprehensible. But, as the day wore on, something dawned on me. None of these people had hurt Bella as much as I would later on, when I didn't turn up. All of the people that rang, without exception, had promised to visit Bella in Arizona. I couldn't even promise that. I hadn't promised it and I wouldn't promise it because it was not a promise I could keep. The only thing I could give her, and had already given to her, was my heart. But she didn't know that, and could never know that because it would make the separation easier.

I twiddled the present I had for her, but had not yet given her, in my fingers as I spied on her.

"Bella?" Charlie called her for lunch and she went downstairs, leaving the bags that Charlie had mostly packed for her in her bedroom. She had refused to pack, in the hope that she could stay behind, but I was glad that someone had had the sense to get on and pack for her. Her mother wouldn't be happy if she wasn't ready to leave. She also wouldn't be happy if Bella made a scene so I hoped that she wouldn't wait for me for too long; I wasn't going to come.

As soon as she was downstairs and eating, I slipped through her window and un-zipped her bag. I stroked the diamond that was set into the necklace that was Bella's present before slipping it into a black velvet draw-string bag and putting that in a side pocket where I knew that it wouldn't be missed. Then, I took one last look around and slipped back out to my hiding place to watch for the rest of the afternoon.

Bella POV

"We're home, sweetie." Mum gently shook me awake when the car stopped outside my old home in Phoenix. My eyes flickered open and I already didn't like it back here. It was too hot, too dry. I sighed and got out of the car. I slung the strap of my bag over my shoulder and followed Mum inside the house that I had always seen as my proper home until recently.

"The rest of your stuff's in your bedroom," Mum told me, "Do you want me to come help you unpack?"

"No, Mum, it's fine," I sighed again and started up the stairs.

"Bella, I want to…" Mum started to insist, but Phil interrupted her.

"Renee, if Bella says she doesn't want help, then she doesn't want help. Just leave her. Come watch TV with me," he said. For once, I was grateful for the words that came out of his mouth. I realised that I had paused on my way up the stairs and carried on up. I dumped my bag on my bed and felt a new tear slide down my cheek.

As I wiped it away, I caught sight of myself in the mirror that was on my wall. I was a state; my hair was a mess, my eyes were red and puffy and I looked paler than usual. I balled my hands into fists and bit down hard on my chapped lip to stop the tears. This was ridiculous; I could not let this get to me. Just because Edward obviously didn't care about me as much as I had originally thought didn't mean that I should be this screwed up. I pushed him out of my mind and unzipped my bag.

I decided to unpack my CDs first so that I could listen to them whilst I unpacked the rest of my stuff. I opened the side-pocket where they were and dug around in the pocket for my collection of CDs. Suddenly, my hand brushed against something that I swore I hadn't put in there. I grabbed it and pulled it out.

It was a little velvet draw-string bag that I had never seen before. Was it a leaving present that Charlie had slipped in without me noticing? I tentatively pulled it open and stuck my hand inside it. I pulled out a necklace with a proper diamond set into it. I gasped and looked in the bag again. There was a note as well.

"I love you. I'm sorry. Edward," it read in his perfect writing. My new resolve crumbled immediately as tears spilled over and ran down my face. He did love me after all and, somehow, even though I was here and he was there, that one simple fact made everything better. That one simple fact, made the dim light at the end of the tunnel visible. That one simple fact gave me hope.

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I woke early the next morning due to the sun pouring through the gap in my curtains. I squinted into it sadly. Sun meant that I definitely wasn't in Forks anymore and, right now, I totally didn't want to be anywhere other than back in my room at Charlie's with Edward's arms round me. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine him there, but the sunlight ruined it, with help from my lack of imagination.

In the end, I got up much, much earlier than necessary, considering that Renee had decided that I wasn't to go to school. I searched through my wardrobe for something to wear to my old school anyway, deciding that whatever hell I would surely face there would be a hell of a lot better than sitting around here and wallowing.

The necklace was still hung around my neck after I had vowed never to take it off. It would stay there, a constant reminder of who loved me more than anyone else did. I fiddled with it as I ate my cereal, deep in thoughts and memories of Edward, obviously.

I pushed the soggy cereal round the bowl until I heard someone get up above me, when I tipped it down the sink and headed for the stairs to tell Renee that I was going to school and get the keys to my truck.

But it wasn't Renee that was up. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Phil watching me from the top. I forced a polite smile and started up the stairs at the same time he began to come down. Slightly above halfway up, I met him there.

"Why are you up so early?" he growled quietly. I was taken aback by the venom in his voice.

"Uh… Well, the sun woke me up so…" I shrugged.

"The sun woke you up?" he questioned suspiciously.

"Yeah. I've just lived for a while with almost no sunshine so it woke me. I've decided I'm going to school anyway. Will you tell Mum?"

"Of course I will Isabella," he sneered my name, and I flinched away, "Do you want me to tell her about how much you hate it here as well? How much you wish you could be back with the Dad that doesn't want you?"

"He does so want me," I argued.

"Well, why didn't he fight more to keep you in your beloved Forks?" Phil spat.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Exactly." Phil smiled smugly, "Of course you can go to school, Bella. Do you think we really want you here? We've only taken you in because your Dad was fed up with you."

"No he wasn't," I protested meekly; I was so losing this battle.

"Yes he was. While you were out he was always saying things like 'Will you take her Renee? She's so miserable, so boring to be around, so… just take her. Please.' Wouldn't let poor Renee rest till she accepted. You weren't wanted there and you're not wanted here."

Suddenly, I found my voice, "No one forced you to bring me. If you didn't want me that much, why didn't you just leave me there? It's not like you actually care what Charlie wants."

"No, but your Mum cares about what you want and he spun her some line about you wanting to be here," Phil retaliated.

"I didn't want to be here and now I definitely don't want to be here," I said, glaring at him as he glared at me.

"You ungrateful little…" he was lost for words and for a split second, I felt smug. But then, he reached out and hit me across the face. I gasped as his hand made impact with my cheek and, being the klutz I am, slipped and fell backwards down the stairs, hitting my head on the cabinet at the bottom. My head throbbed and I could feel blood seeping through a cut at the top and moisture burning my eyes. But I wouldn't cry; it would give him too much pleasure.

"Bella!" he cried, false shock colouring his tone. I bit down on my lip hard, trying to stop the tears from coming, but it didn't help; they spilled over anyway.

"What happened?" Renee called, the door to their room opening. I sat up and rubbed my head as I heard her gasp my name.

"She slipped, didn't you Bella?" Phil said, by my side now, taking one of my hands in his. I tried to pull it away, but he had my wrist in a firm grasp, "Didn't you, Bella?" he repeated, squeezing my wrist harder.

"Yeah," I lied, wiping away the tears with my free hand, "Yeah, I fell."

"Oh, Bella," Mum sighed coming down as well. Phil let go of my wrist and I rubbed it discreetly as he moved into the kitchen and Renee pulled me into a hug, "What are we going to do with you?" she said.

I opened my mouth to tell her, but then I caught sight of Phil watching us through the kitchen door. He shook his head at me and I shut my mouth again; telling Renee would probably not be a good move if I valued my life. I wondered what Edward would do if he were there, but then quickly pushed that thought out of my head. That wouldn't be a good move if I valued my sanity.

"I want to go to school, Mum," I told Renee when I was sure that I could speak without my voice cracking.

"What?" she looked at me, "Honey, are you feeling okay?" she asked worriedly. I didn't blame her; I used to hate school here.

"I'm fine. I'll just clean my head and then I want to go," I said.

"Shouldn't we check that you don't have concussion first?" Renee bit her lip.

"No, Mum, I'm fine, honest. Not even a headache," I promised, although my head was starting to throb now.

"Okay. But let us drive you there, Bells," Mum compromised.

"Renee, I need the car to get to work," Phil called.

"Can't you just drop Bella off on your way?" Renee called back, "Please?"

"If I must. But be ready to leave in ten minutes," he sighed.

"Okay," I muttered, butterflies already settling in my stomach. This would not be fun.

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Sorry to leave it there, guys. And sorry it was so short compared to the other chappies, but I mean, an update after, what was it 4 days? You have to admit that that is pretty good for me. Especially considering it is the Easter holidays now and I am actually busy with the life I thought I didn't have. One thing was my twilight party!!!

OMG!!!! I HAVE TWILIGHT ON DVD!!!! XD FREAKIN FINALLY!!!!! I love it!!! I had a party on the day it came out (Monday 6th- yesterday, people. If you haven't got it – why on Earth not?! – go get it quick!!! Mmm Edward Cullen XD I am SO team Edward. When I went to get it on DVD with my friend, we skipped all the way to the shops with linked arms singing "Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen, TEAM EDWARD! Edward Cullen, Edward..." Yeah you get the idea. IT WAS ONE OF THE BESTEST MOMENTS OF MY YOUNG LIFE. Yes, I really am THAT obsessed. Although only with actual Twilight, not Rob and Kristen. I mean, they're just people, why is everyone so obsessed with them anyways? It's not like Rob is even that hot. I can see where people are coming from when they think that, but still, everyone would fancy whoever played Edward Cullen anyway so… hmm. Feel free to debate this with me in the form of a review or PM. I'm a chatterbox. And so, so hyper at the moment.

Anyways, back to the story. What did you think? I don't really hate Phil, he was just there so I dragged him into it, ok?

PLEASE REVIEW!!!!

Steph