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The next day, dad came by to take me back home. My truck, unfortunately ran out of gas and was towed, but dad promised that he would get it back for me, which I was extremely grateful for, since I couldn't afford to take it out of the pound.

The police found my purse in the bank, so I got that back which made me a little bit happier. At least I wouldn't have to go through the hassle of getting new credit cards, a bank card and a new driver's license. That would've been a pain in the ass.

Dad had to wheel me out of the hospital in a wheel chair. I insisted that I didn't need it, but apparently its hospital protocol so I had to use it. I was actually a bit embarrassed but dad thought it was a great idea. He didn't want any un-needed stress on me.

So my body and everything was fine, but Carlisle was worried about how I was mentally. He said that a lot of hostage victims needed therapy. I knew that I couldn't afford it and I wasn't sure that I exactly needed it. Maybe I did though, because the thought of going to the bank again just freaked me out.

I got all my stuff back. I put George's picture in my pocket and wrapped Ed's scarf around my neck. Dad managed to get all the blood stains out. I kept George's sweater folded in my lap. Dad got the blood stain out of the shoulder, but I still needed to patch it up where the bullet went through.

It was a really great surprise to see Alice waiting outside the hospital for me with Jasper. "Oh Bella!" She screamed rushing over to give me a hug.

She leaned down and I put my good arm around her. I wasn't supposed to raise my right arm for a while.

"Are you alright Bella? I would've come to see you sooner, but nobody was allowed in the hospital room to see you, except for immediate family. I was so mad when they let Jacob in, but I guess it's different because he's a cop. Don't scare me like that ever again!" Alice was sobbing heartily into my shoulder.

I patted her back, "Don't worry Alice. I'm fine. I just got a little scratch. No permanent damage. There's nothing to worry about."

After a few more reassurances, Alice was feeling a lot better. She wanted to come home with me but dad said that I needed my rest and Alice could see me in a few days. I told her that we could get together the day after George's funeral. Alice was confused for a bit and was wondering who George was, but I promised to explain everything later.

Jasper dragged Alice away saying, "I hope you feel better Bella."

"Thanks Jasper." And they were gone. I knew that Alice was confused, but I would talk to her in a few days when I could get my bearings.

When we got to the car, I was surprised to see that Jacob was waiting in the driver's seat. I looked up at dad questioningly. "Jacob was kind enough to give us a ride. I was sure that you wouldn't want to drive around in my police cruiser."

I smiled at dad's thoughtfulness. He knew that I hated driving in his police cruiser. Then I remembered that dad drove all the way up from Forks to see me and he must be missing so much work, "Dad what about work?" I demanded.

Charlie just shook his head, "Don't worry about it kid. I haven't taken a day off work in over 15 years, I think that I can afford a few days."

My shoulders deflated with relief. I didn't want my dad to cost his job because of me.

Charlie helped me into the front seat of the car. "Hello." Jacob said pleasantly.

"Hi." I smiled back.

Dad graciously took the back seat of Jacob's car. I knew how much dad hated sitting in the back, so this was a great sacrifice for him.

We drove in silence for a little while. Apparently dad has been staying in my apartment. He then began complaining about how crappy it is and how it isn't safe at all. He wanted to give me more money so that I could get a better place, but I refused. Dad already spent all his savings so that could get a proper education. I didn't want him spending any more money on me. After a bit of arguing, Charlie finally said that he would back off. It was my life, and I could live where I wanted to live.

Jacob kept glancing at me as we drove. After maybe the sixth time he looked over I lost my patience, "What is it Jacob?" I asked.

"What's on your neck?" He asked.

I touched my hand to the left side of my neck self consciously. I pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. Sure enough there was a faint purple mark from when James was sucking on my neck.

"Nothing." I said closing the mirror.

"It's not nothing." Jacob insisted.

Dad leaned forward in his seat to take a look, "Bells . . ." He warned. I just pulled the scarf up further to cover it. I didn't want them looking at it and assuming anything.

"What happened Bella? I heard . . . some things. Was it that Ed guy?" Jacob demanded. He seemed extremely angry.

I shook my head angrily, "He didn't do anything."

Jacob shook his head at me, disagreeing, "Look Bella, I know that he took you to the back a few times. I want to know what he did. We could get him on rape."

"He didn't rape me." I said at the same time Charlie shouted, "Rape?"

Then everything was chaos. Jacob and Charlie were shouting and making weird hand gestures and I just stared at them, slightly overwhelmed and confused at what they were getting at.

"Bella, did this Ed guy rape you?" Charlie asked me.

I shook my head, "He didn't touch me dad."

"I don't believe you. You don't have to protect this guy Bella. He won't get to you. We'll protect you." Jacob said.

"He didn't touch me. Now leave me alone." I snapped angrily.

They shut up.

I could tell that they didn't believe me though. I didn't think they would anyways. I'm just the unstable girl who went through a hostage situation.

When the car parked in front of my apartment building I got out quickly without saying a word to Jacob. I honestly had nothing to say. And to be honest, it wasn't exactly his business anyway.

I slammed the door shut behind me, clutching George's sweater. I rushed up into my apartment building.

When I got to my apartment, I left the door open, knowing that Charlie would be up soon.

I just went to my bedroom and slammed the door, locking it behind me. I didn't want to speak to Charlie. He made me so mad sometimes. I can't believe that he didn't believe me. I know; ironic choice of words.

On the day of George's funeral was when Charlie left. He wanted to come with me, but I refused. I needed to do this on my own. I wasn't a little girl anymore and I didn't need a baby sitter. I told this to Charlie and he just blew up on me, "Of course you need someone to look after you! Look what happened with this stupid bank robbery! When you stop acting like a petulant child, phone me."

After Charlie stormed out I threw things around my apartment. I broke a vase and crinkled my favorite book and the phone is a little cracked too. I was actually pissed at myself that I broke that stuff, but whatever. I finally just broke into tears.

I pulled myself together, long enough to get ready for the funeral. I dressed in all black, of course. The day was rainy and cloudy, which was actually kind of fitting. It was a sad day. Today George would be buried. It hurt just to think about it.

Charlie got my truck out of the pound before he left. He filled it up with gas and everything. I hopped into the truck and drove to the church that Emmett told me to go to.

When I got there, the parking lot was packed, which wasn't much of a surprise, since George was a really nice man.

There would be a church service and people would come up to speak about him and then only the close family members would go to the cemetery to actually bury him. Emmett invited me to go with them and I agreed, only if it was okay with Rosalie. I didn't want to impose. She might actually hate me after she heard that George gave his life up for me.

So I walked shakily up to the church. When I entered, it was decorated beautifully. There were people standing in the aisles because there wasn't enough church space. I didn't know where to go. I was slightly lost. It was a good thing that I spotted Emmett and who I assumed to be Rosalie greeting people.

Rosalie was just drop dead gorgeous. She was tall and curvy and had beautiful long blond hair that looked like silk. I could even see how blue her eyes were from over here.

I walked over to them. Emmett smiled when he saw me. "Bella! I'm so glad you made it! This is Rosalie."

I held out my hand to her and we shook hands. She didn't say a word. "I'm sorry." I said sincerely. "It's all my fault."

Rosalie just smiled at me, "It wasn't your fault. Emmett told me what happened. I'm glad that uncle George tried to protect you."

We hugged each other and I was glad that Rosalie was being so nice about all this.

Turns out, Rosalie and Emmett saved me a spot right up front with them. They said that I deserved it after everything George and I went through together. I thanked them.

The ceremony was nice. A lot of people were crying, but we had a few lightened moments when people told stories about George. He was a really funny man.

Rosalie got up and spoke and everyone could just see the pain that she was in. Everyone turned solemn again.

When the ceremony was over Rosalie asked, "Would you come to the burial with us?"

I nodded my head. I wouldn't miss it for anything. Just Emmett, Rosalie and I would be going to the burial. I was actually quite surprised that she invited me of all people. I didn't think I deserved to be going, but George asked me to, so I would.

During the whole burial, Rosalie and I were crying our eyes out. Emmett got a bit teary eyed too, but I guess he felt too manly to actually let them spill over.

The priest said the last line to his prayer. We all said amen.

George was then lowered into the ground. We sat there for maybe about half an hour. Neither Rosalie or I wanted to leave. It felt wrong, just leaving him there. Emmett eventually coaxed us back to our cars.

"Thank you for inviting me to this Rosalie. It means a lot." I said.

She smiled at me tearfully, "Please, call me Rose. I know that uncle George wanted you here. You seem like a nice girl. I wanted to know if you would maybe come over for some coffee?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically, "That would be nice."

So I followed Emmett and Rose to their home in my shitty truck that was actually a nuisance right now. I was having trouble keeping up with their brand new sports car. I needed to get someone to look at the engine of this thing. It needed a few more tune ups.

We got to Rose's house where it turned out Emmett and her shared. When I got out of the car I said, "I'm sorry we had to drive so slow! My piece of junk car needs a check up."

Rose seemed to perk up a bit, "Could I look under the hood?"

I just shrugged and nodded. I popped the hood for her. She rolled up the sleeves to her black dress and stuck her hands right in there. It was actually quite shocking to see someone so put together, just digging their hands right into my greasy car.

Emmett sidles up next to me, "She likes fixing cars. Good thinking. This is a good distraction."

I smiled a bit. Props for me!

After Rose tinkered around the engine for a bit, she ordered Emmett to go get her tools. He rushed off immediately. It was actually quite funny seeing a man as big as Emmett taking orders from his girlfriend like that. They really were the perfect match. And I had to give it to Rose, she really knew how to get what she wanted from a guy, which was quite admirable. It was nice to see a woman in charge of a relationship.

After Emmett brought out the tools, Rosalie worked for a few more minutes before she said, "Turn the car on!"

I did as she asked and to my utter surprise, when the car turned on there was a thunderous roar. It actually sounded like a normal car. "No way!" I shouted out towards Rose, "You don't know how many garages I took this thing to and no one and I mean no one could get rid of that terrible noise this car used to make!" I was seriously shocked.

Rose just laughed, "Because you kept taking it to men!"

I laughed at that. Emmett just sulked, but he had a twinkle to his eye, so I knew that he was just playing around.

We went into the house and Rose put the kettle on the stove.

Rose and I got talking. Emmett apparently didn't want to get in the way of our girl bonding time.

I told Rose all about me, where I grew up and everything. I even told her what happened in the bank. We got solemn about that. We cried a bit, but the screaming of the kettle interrupted us. Rose got up and poured us both a steaming cup of coffee. I sipped it greedily. I haven't had coffee in too long!

Rose then told me about herself. She said that she used to live in LA, but then she met Emmett and she fell in love, so she moved back up to Seattle with Emmett. I asked her why she moved away from home. She didn't seem like the type of woman to just drop her whole life to follow a guy. "I really didn't have anything to lose. I was pretty much homeless."

Rosalie met Emmett at the beach one day. She was in a relationship with a guy named Royce King at the time. He was abusive and Rosalie wanted out. She couldn't stand living with him anymore.

Emmett and Rosalie were secretly meeting up over the summer and Rose knew that she loved Emmett and Emmett knew that he loved Rosalie. Emmett said that he wanted Rose to come home with him. Rose agreed. They left that same day. Rose smiled as she told me that she even left all of her belongings behind to follow Emmett back home to Seattle, "Its funny, the reason that I was with Royce was mainly because of the money. He bought me off and I fell for it. But with Emmett, all he had to offer me was himself, as corny as that sounds. My life has been a whole lot better now that I'm not as concerned with how much I've got."

"But wasn't George upset with Royce?" I asked.

Rose nodded, eyes wide, "He certainly was. Royce didn't allow me to see uncle George because he knew that he didn't like him. Uncle George lived up here in Seattle, so I happily followed Emmett here. If things didn't work out with Emmett then I could always go back to George."

"Why didn't you just go to your uncle right away?" I asked.

Rose smiled sadly, "I didn't have the money, and George is – was an old man. If Royce decided to come after me, my best bet would be to have Emmett around. I mean have you seen him?" She laughed, "And to make everything better, he's a cop too!"

Rose and I shared a smile. We talked for a few more hours and I think that we actually became great friends.

So there is chapter 7 and you found out Rose's story. I'm not going to make her mean because mean Rosalie is just annoying. So Bella will meet Edward in the next chapter or two, so keep reading!

Isn't Charlie just terrible? I made him act like that towards Bella, because you have to understand all the stress that he's been going through the past couple of days. And it just fits the story so much better if Charlie's out of it for a little while.

So thanks for reading!

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~greeneyes-99 (Nat)