B.P.O.V

It had been six days since that Saturday night. Luckily it was spring break for Alice and the guys so we had some time to sort things out.

The thing that surprised me the most was Alice and Charlie's hospitality. I knew from very early on, since I can remember, that Charlie and Alice didn't care about me. I never got any cards etc. so why were they letting me in their house you ask? I simply don't know.

Things had changed though, seeing as I used to have all my things in suitcases and hotel rooms but now they were neatly arranged in the small spare room, in the corner of the house. I wouldn't admit it to myself but I felt good, seeing for once my things actually having somewhere to go instead of scattered around a hotel floor. And I knew I wasn't just talking about clothes anymore.

Emmet and Jasper had indeed put all the junk from my room to the loft on Sunday; while they were doing that me, Alice and Rosalie went shopping.

ARG. I hate shopping, but I didn't tell them that.

Alice, as I found was a shopaholic, brought everything from lamps to bed covers for my room. The two girls murmured about colours and designs, something I rather stand back from.

So I stood here, in the doorway of my new room not quite sure what to do. As my eyes swept over the room I found it was beautiful.

The light faded lavender paintwork covered all four walls; straight ahead of me was the big window that faced towards the street. Pushed up against the left wall was the big double bed with an exquisite purple patterned cover. On the right wall was a desk, complete with the pitiful collection of jewellery and make-up I owned. A laptop was placed in the centre of the desk; Alice insisted I have her 'old' one that she never used. Little did she know I saw the reseat. A bookshelf with 4 books and 5 cds was above the desk. Next to me on the back wall was a large closet, my clothes were in it but I swore my wardrobe had suddenly grown since I got here.

Looking out the window the rain was beautiful. I was never one for rain but something was different. The rain make crooked stripy pattern in the window, the street seemed to glisten, and light danced on the puddles.

I ventured downstairs to find Charlie in the kitchen reading a paper.

One thing I loved about Charlie was he didn't need small talk, we were both comfortable wrapped up in our own thoughts.

"Sit down hun." I was surprised to hear Charlie's voice.

I sat in the wooden kitchen seat nearest to me. The tiny table that was pushed up against the only free wall in the kitchen was overloaded with the paper and pills, so much so that I couldn't see the wood.

Charlie lent against the chair next to me. His fingers were tight, squeezing the top of the chair, his knuckles were white. There was a crease forming in between his brow, he was clearly stressed about something.

"Okay we both know this talk was coming."

Oh ******, suddenly my throat went dry, my fingers gripped the sides of the table. Of course I knew this was coming, we couldn't hide from the fact I ran away forever.

Alice went back to school today, now I know why he picked today to bring this up.

Charlie was staring at the wall, he couldn't look at me.

"Now, I don't know why you chose to run away but, I'm not going to force you to tell me, but your mother has to know your okay"

"NO!"

I was standing now, if my mum knew where I was, Phil would. I couldn't handle that.

"Bella," Charlie sighed, sounding older than his years. "She has to know your fine."

"Okay but you can't tell her where I am, please! Say I stopped by, say I was here for a day and then left; say you couldn't stop me, please!" I sounded completely desperate, actually, I wasn't denying it to myself, I was.

Charlie finally looked at my then, I mean really looked and saw me, saw how desperate I was, saw that whatever drove me to run away was something to do with my mum and saw that this was much more serious than he first thought.

He was torn; something about my little rant had obviously changed what he was planning to say.

"Fine, ill do it your way, on one condition."

"Anything." I vowed.

"You're going to be attending school with Alice and the others, you've missed too much as it is." He sounding so sure and I couldn't deny him that.

"Okay." That was fair. I knew this conversation was over for now.

"Oh and Bella if you ever want to talk" he paused. "I'm here you know." He gave me a small smile, clearly uncomfortable. Then he was gone.

I sat back in the chair and laid my head on the table. I'm not sure how long I sat there, eyes closed, but the next thing I knew Alice was coming through the door.

"Bella!" She exclaimed, she always does that. I think it's because I'm like a fairytale to her, almost like I'm going to disappear. haha

"In here!" I answered.

She wrapped her skinny little arms around my neck and kissed my check. I could almost feel her smile.

"I heard someone's starting school, you know what that mean. SHOPPING!" She was bouncing up and down from behind me.

How does she now?