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Bella's POV

I ran upstairs, straight to my bed, ignoring Charlie and his questions. The only sound I heard other than the re-run of last night's football game from downstairs, was my shrill hyperventilation. It was dim; I didn't even bother to turn on the light. When I was little I used to be afraid of the dark; now I wasn't afraid of anything… except for Edward not being around. That would never change, no matter what.

"Bells?" A quiet knock brought me back to reality. Charlie leaned against my door, his eye wide in concern. I couldn't tell Charlie what happened, he would surely blow it all out of proportion. He would be after Edward in less than a second; the gun wouldn't be on the rack, let's just leave it at that. "Are…you all right? I have some, er, somewhat edible spaghetti cooked." I cracked a tiny smile into my sheets; I wiped my eyes and turned to him. My poor naïve father trying desperately to cheer up his daughter; he was never good at dealing with overly emotional women.

"I'm not really hungry, Dad. Thanks, though." I pulled my book over from the dresser, trying to give him the hint to leave. He didn't, surprisingly enough. He came over into my room, an unusual move for Charlie. He patted my knee and looked down at the floor; still awkward as ever. "Is it Edward? 'Cause baby, you really need to see that he's bad news." He looked over at me, trying to find the truth. "If he hurt you again, I swear to god-"

"No! Dad, it's not what you think. I just, um, you see, I was hanging over at Angela's house and Jessica came over. I felt a little out of the loop; maybe a little jealous. Just girl stuff, I'll get over it."

Charlie glanced at me suspiciously; I never cared what people thought, nor will I ever. He knew that. He didn't ask any more questions, though, and I was forever grateful. "Well," He said, turning to exit my door. "If you need anything, I'll be downstairs. Remember—there's spaghetti. Please eat; you're just way too thin."

I nodded and smiled to the best of my ability as he departed the room, and closed my book. I sat on my bed contemplating many different options; what would happen now? Could I believe Edward? Should I try to settle with Jacob? No, that wouldn't be fair.

My hand reached out for the phone; could I call my best friend without alerting Edward to follow? It took me a while to convince myself, but I finally reached out to grasp the phone. I was just about to type in her phone number when I heard a frantic knock on the front door. I sat still; waiting for Charlie to answer. If it was Edward, he would surely tell him to leave. I couldn't handle him at the moment. It wasn't until I heard Charlie's footsteps gradually grow louder from the staircase when my emotions completely fell apart. "Bells, you have a visitor."

Behind him stood my pixie of a sister.



Alice's POV

I followed Charlie up the stairs; I was ecstatic when I foresaw Bella trying to contact me. I was impatiently waiting for the moment she would call; I was driving poor Jasper crazy. If my body allowed me to cry, I would have. When Charlie opened Bella's door to let me in, I saw her bright red splotched face. It looked like she had been crying for weeks; not only twenty four hours.

I ran to her; Charlie leaving with satisfaction. He was clearly pleased that he didn't have to do the comforting. I smiled a thank you grin at him and he left half-dazed. "Alice!" She called mercifully; tears streaming down her face. It physically hurt to see her in so much pain.

"I… I tried to call you. I'm so glad you're here!" She whispered when I gave her a hug. I sat on the right of her, trying to calm her. I would've paid money for Jasper's abilities.

"When I saw, I came as fast I could! I couldn't just leave you alone, Bella. I was on edge all night; I was driving poor Jasper mad!" I giggled, causing her lips to pull up into a grin. It was so great to see her refreshing smile.

"Bella, I'm just so so so sorry! I have no idea what to say…but I do know what we can do. You need to get out of those clothes; they're drenched!" I told her to run to the bathroom and freshen up and that I would dart home and get her some clean clothes. She muttered something about same old Alice, and I was off.

It took me less than four minutes to pick a nice suitable outfit for her to wear for the day, cute and comfortable, and get back without Charlie noticing I was gone. When she walked out from the bathroom five minutes later, I sat cross legged on her bed, waiting good-naturedly. I ushered her to her bed, and I combed her locks with the blue brush I saw on her dresser. I had to take my time, however, so I wouldn't break the brush in her matted curls.

By the time I was finished pampering her, she looked absolutely stunning. If my pig-headed brother was there he would've been all over her. She was in a blue summer-dress, comfortable and casual navy ballet-flats and her hair lay arranged in a side pony tail with a yellow bow.

I chuckled feebly at Bella's face. It was her face; the one she made every time I tried to dress her up before. This once, she didn't mind as much. I could tell she was enjoying my company, and I felt the same.

"So," She began, tears showing in her eyes again. She brushed them away as quickly as she could, but obviously she forgot my eyes were as powerful as a magnet. My face twisted along with hers. "How is he?"

I ambled toward her, reaching out to rub her eyes and embrace her in a hug. "A complete and utter mess, Bella, you have no idea."

A/N: Aww, ha. Good ole Alice! Well, leave some reviews. Maybe leave a comment of what you think is going to happen next. I already have the next few chapters planned. Let me see if you can guess! Also, just a shout out of how I'm doing. Do both and I will review one of your stories!