Welcome back, so I'm going to make this chapter a little shorter than I want to but, I'll be returning in a few days or a week with chapter 2! The theme song for chapter tow is "Cry" by Rihanna

"Cry" Rihanna

My mind is gone, I'm spinning round

And deep inside, my tears I'll drown

I'm losing grip, what's happening

I stray from love, this is how I feel

Three months, two weeks, and six days.

All spent on anger, betrayal and disappointment in the only two people I trusted. All of those late nights whispering to each other how we'd get married on a beach and have three kids, a two-story home and a small dog.

All for nothing.

As much I'd love to say that breaking up with Mike didn't make me want to crawl in a fetal position and cry, I'd be lying. I'd known all long that he was cheating; but for him to confirm it, and for her to be my sister, it just killed me. So now here I was, broken, tattered, drinking away problems and feeling utterly alone.

A vibration coming from my left pocket brings me back to the present and when I see the name on my phone, I answer it. "Hey mom,"

"Bella, where have you been? You were supposed to be here for dinner, everyone's waiting for you,"

Oops, forgot. Oh well, it wasn't like I was actually planning to go. "Yeah, I'm sorry"-not-"I can't make it."

It's silence for a beat and when she speaks next, she's whispering. "Bella, Alex wants you there. Can you just...stop by, please?"

What? "I'm not coming, mom. I've got...other things to do" other things that don't require choking my little sister death.

Oh, did I mention how Alex was-and still is-still eighteen when she knocked herself up with Mike?

Yeah, exactly why I should'nt move an inch from where I was.

"Please, Bella? I know the whole thing with Alex is tough right now, but she's still your sister and-"

"Yeah, and if she wants to stay that way, I'd suggust you not to invite me."

"Bella!" she practically shattered my eardrum and even though she couldn't see me, I shrugged. It wasn't like I was actually going to apologise for what I felt. There was a shuffling on the other line and after a few seconds of mumbling i couldn't make out, another voice erupted on the phone.

"Auntie Bwella?"

"Hey Alice, how's my favorite niece?" Alice was my older brother, Emmett's, four year old daughter; everytime I saw her, she was becoming a young-female Emmett. As if the world needed another one.

"Gammy say you not coming to dinner," there's a murmmer in the background before her voice returns. "She say you mad at Auntie Alebs" I internally groan; they would tell her that. "Yeah, but it's a sister thing, okay?" She giggles back an 'mkay' before I hear my mother's voice again. "She misses you, you know...both of them do" I exhale almost all the air in my lungs when she says this; I already know what she means by both of them.

"Look Mom, I gotta go. Maybe next time?" and before she even has time to answer, I hang up. Okay, so I lied. There was obviously no way I would go, not when I'm sitting in a bar so very close to my first stage of my drunken faze. The noises around me were filled with others nearing the same drunken reverie and it wouldn't be long before most of the lightweights started throwing or streaking down the street.

Including me.

"Ugh," I pushed my empty glass to the middle of the table and my head slumped down toward the table, making a low thud of a noise. I'd been here for only a half hour and I was already drunk and quickly reaching the everyone-and-everthing-is-pissing-me-off phase. Footsteps echoed and stopped at my table, I could faintly hear the sounds of a liqiud being poured into a cup and I knew even withought looking up, it was Seth; the world's best bartender. "Bella?" My head turned toward the voice and I looked up to see his dirty-blonde hair in his water-blue eyes, which stared down at me with concern. "Hey Seth," my voice resembled one of a kid taking to an adult. "You know, if you get drunk enough and lean your head on a table, it sounds like the ocean." Yeah, I was deffinately starting sound like an idiot.

He sighed, the air coming out in one puff, and placed a hand on the table near my head. "Bella, I'm taking you home. So," He pushed the now-filled cup to my outstretched hand on the table. "Enjoy," I smiled at him and lifted up my head. After picking it up slowly, i used one finger to tap it against the glass a few times and then, without hesitation, chugged down the clear drink. Only to discover:

"Wait, is this water?" I stared at him, too shocked at his disceiving. He 'd pressed his lips together in a tight line during my chugging-barely clinging to sanity-but, when he saw the expression on my face, he burst out laughing, hardly standing on his feet. My eyes narrowed but it wasn't long before I, too, was doubling over in laughter. He wiped away a stray tear and lokked down at me and after gently grabbing my hand and hoisting me on my feet, he grinned.

"Alright, let's take you home,"