Authors note:

Hey, here's another chapter. I hope its okay.

I was wondering if anyone would be interested in an Edward point of view chapter. About being in prison, how's he being treated, his feelings and all that jazz . Though I'd like to write the chapter it won't add anything to the plot. It would just make the story a chapter longer if you get my drift.

Well as always review and PM me if you have any opinions :)

Also sorry about the confusion with this chapter. To cut a long story short I've had this chapter written since like Monday but what happened was first it wouldn't let me upload the chapter, then I uploaded and edited the wrong file and then last night I finally finished editing the right chapter 14 and posted it but after I posted it I noticed that fanfiction didn't save the changes I made to it at all so I had to remove it. So sorry about the confusion and delay. All the problems and things actually reduced me to tears. Its just I was tired and frustrated and I even considered giving up writing fan fics last night but I've gotten over it now so after much hassle here's the latest instalment. Thank you for your patience and sorry I didn't reply to all the Pm's I got about this personally but I just thought it would be better to explain it here for everyone instead. The site still won't let me save it so I hope there aren't too many mistakes. I'll try to change them but they're making it very difficult lol

Chapter 13

Bella's POV

"Mom! What are you doing here! I told you not to come!" I screamed as I slammed Charlie's squad car door.

"Bella, I'm sorry but I had to see that you were okay. Do I have to play the 'I'm your mother' card?" she explained with an accusatory tone as she picked up one of her heavy looking suitcases.

I walked over to her and I was so unexplainably angry yet at the same time I wanted to run up to her and hug her as tight as I could. It had been so long since I last saw her in person but I couldn't let that slip so I decided to keep my frustration on show. I grunted. I remember plain and clearly that I told her not to even attempt coming here. However what made things worse was that I wasn't mad at her for not listening to me but I was more infuriated with the fact she defied me when there was no Cullen's here to protect her. At least we didn't have Victoria to worry about I guess and then there's the wolves but I can't rely on them to help us. Temperamental puppies...

"Hello Renée," Charlie greeted politely and to be quite frank civilly. She nodded in response. Ugh… This was going to be awkward… Great… Also this was the quietest he'd been all day not that he was the chattiest person in the world anyway. As Charlie walked up to us an ageing man in a pair of navy, paint covered overalls with a pot belly stepped out of the van that was parked in our driveway. He was a stranger. What was he doing here?

"Excuse me? Are you Mr. Swan?" the man asked my dad.

"Yes?" he replied honestly yet as a question.

"Well I received a phone call this morning that there was a broken bedroom window and kitchen counter that needs replacing at this address," the man explained professionally as he examined his clipboard. I didn't call him so unless Charlie did which is unlike him as he would normally do all that sort of stuff himself. As the ever practical and stubborn man that he is he'd rather save money instead of hiring someone to do it even if Charlie's makeshift solution to whatever the problem might be would just fall apart a week later.

"Thank you but I don't think this is the best time," Charlie responded but it wasn't his response that surprised me it was the expression on his face. By the looks of things Charlie didn't call him to come either.

"Sorry but who did you receive this phone call off?" Charlie inquired before I had the chance. The man checked his clipboard.

"A Mr. Lestat de Lioncourt and everything has all ready been paid for with a hefty tip I might add," he told us.

"Very subtle Emmett," I laughed to myself. Oddly enough I think Charlie got the vampire reference too though Renée was oblivious. What none of us were oblivious to though was the continuing annoyance of the many photographers that were now going berserk at our prolonged lingering in our front yard.

"Maybe we should take this inside," Renée suggested, once again before I had the chance. I nodded taking her suitcase from her hand and Charlie took her other one. We made it into the kitchen and we left Renée's baggage in the corner out of the way. Charlie then gave in and led the repair man to my bedroom window. It was just Renée and myself left in the kitchen and I felt so awkward and all I could think of was the fight we had on the phone last night. Should I apologise? Confront her about it? I know I'm probably just being paranoid but I just felt like she was eyeing me up. Speaking of paranoia I leaned across the counter and closed the curtains.

Charlie yelled down telling me to put on the kettle so he could make coffee for the repair man. Charlie came down and brought up the man his coffee. I was glad he delivered it because I didn't feel brave enough to see him rip apart my room. I sort of hovered in the middle of the kitchen not knowing what to do or say. Charlie returned and made two cups of coffee before he handed Renée hers. I noticed her stare oddly at her mug, as if something caught her off guard but as quickly as I noticed her expression it was gone. Charlie seemed oblivious as he returned to the repair man upstairs. I began to pour myself a glass of water joining in with this catering lark. Renée sat at the kitchen table. My mother looked tired, after her hours of travelling no doubt. Though I was still infuriated at her my heart warmed thinking she came all this from Jacksonville just to see me. She was in all new clothes or rather ones I'd never seen before perhaps. She had a light brown coat on anticipating Forks infamous weather I assumed.

"So…," she began reminding me of when Charlie first tried to confront me about Edward. I was on edge, not looking forward to the unavoidable fight we were no doubt about to have. Simultaneously as if by some sort of fate it started lashing rain outside.

"Ha! Good enough for those stupid paparazzi!" I laughed as I sat across from Renée.

"How long have they been out there?" she wondered concerned.

"Since last night unfortunately," I answered truthfully. She frowned before she began to pull something from her handbag. It was a number of folded up newspapers.

"When I landed into Port Angeles airport I ran into the shop before I got a taxi to get some phone credit to call Phil and I saw the newspaper and magazine stands," she explained as she unravelled the rolled up newspapers. She had four different papers but each one of then had a mortifying similarity.

"I couldn't believe it when I saw all the pictures, read all the headlines. I mean its so surreal to see Edward and his family everywhere and then pictures of you in the middle of it," she divulged as she stared at the front page of The Seattle Times which had a freeze-frame of Edward being arrested. I found it too hard to look at that for long.

"You didn't need to buy so many papers, in fact you shouldn't have bought any at all. None of us should be paying any attention to this. It's the only way Edward and I will probably get though this without going insane," I complained as I studied the picture of Edward and I kissing each other goodbye on the front of USA Today.

"I was curious and I had some change left but I'm being serious about this Bella. My point is that this is everywhere and its not just in the American papers. The international section was well versed too. Also your all over the internet, radio and TV. This is crazy Bella and to be quite frank terrifying. I'm even mentioned in some articles when the give a more detailed account on you. I can see this getting worse. Remember when Britney Spears went insane and started dropping her children around the place well she couldn't even walk down the street with the amount of cameras that were around her. It was barbaric and even though I was never a fan of her or anything even it broke my heart to see the way she was being treated. So what if that happens to you? I don't think I could handle that, heck I don't think you could handle that either," she told me before Charlie rejoined us and began to examine the betraying newspapers.

"Well I'm not Britney Spears," I groaned. Though I might not be her I was certainly the hot topic of the tabloids. It was almost comical the difference in the angles a journalist would take depending on the type of paper. Every broadsheet was discussing the economic effect and the effect on the taxpayer because of the imprisoned vampires and hunt for the Cullen's and also scientific and religious analysis on the vampire revelation. While all the tabloids were more concerned with mine and Edwards quote 'scandalous' relationship and his fraudster family. What hurt me the most was that Edward was portrayed as basically a monster taking advantage of me as if he was the latest infamous rapist or abuser. Then on the flip side in another paper they were basically calling me a trap and I'm sick of seeing the word necrophilia. They really didn't know anything.

"Mom did you really come all the way here to express your media worries?" I asked knowing full well she wanted to interrogate me about Edward. Charlie was being so quite. It had been a very, very long time since my parents had to sit in the same room for so long.

"I suppose not," she admitted defeated almost before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Where were you gone earlier? I was waiting a half an hour before you both got here?" she questioned changing the subject.

"Seattle. We went to visit Edward," I answered.

"You too?" she asked Charlie. He nodded positively.

"Oh… Well… What happened?" she queried surprised by Charlie's involvement in all this I assumed.

"What normally happens when you visit your boyfriend who's in jail I suppose," I replied sarcastically. Unfortunately the truth was anything but. I could see Renée begin to lose her temper with me.

"Is it true Victoria has been killed. I heard it on the radio while I waited in the taxi," she asked continuing our conversation on.

"Yes," was all I responded with. I wasn't quite sure what else to say. I couldn't tell her about the Volturi could I? Just by telling Charlie who they were made him now automatically involved in Demetri's threats so I can't have her neck on the line too, no pun attended of course.

"Thank God. Another vamp we don't have to worry about," she said smugly. She really hated them didn't she? Her feelings towards them were totally irrational I mean come on! What have they ever done to her? Okay besides trying to kill her daughter on several occasions and well the whole turning me into one and that's another thing she'll probably hate. Though then again Charlie will probably hate that too. I'd have to wait until the right time and have Edward by my side before I even mention that to them.

Our conversation continued like this, discussing everything from avoiding the Edward topic to me complaining about CNN trashing him. We eventually moved our conversation to the sitting room as the repairman finished with my window and moved on to the kitchen counter. I could tell Charlie was getting hungry as he began to rummage through the cupboards in the kitchen as soon as the repairman left.

"One of us needs to go shopping," Charlie stated as he returned to the sitting room defeated. Though I was glad he couldn't find anything to cook as that was one fiasco avoided but thanks to the paparazzi I didn't want to have to venture outside at all. By the looks of things neither of us did.

"I'll go, is pasta okay? Mom would you like to stay for dinner?" I questioned.

"No thank you," she replied.

"I'll be fine, I booked a room in the hotel after I booked my flight. Unsurprisingly every guest in the hotel booked out yesterday, heck I would have done the same if I was them. I'm actually quite tired. I haven't been to bed yet. As soon as I got off the phone with you I started planning my trip, packing and the flight took over eight hours and that doesn't include taxis, cheeking in or anything else. So I'm beat. I'd rather just go to bed and sleep it all off."

"That's fine. I'm just going to go upstairs to change and freshen up before I go shopping. So when I'm ready I can give you a ride to the hotel. Will that be okay?" I suggested. I knew she wouldn't want to stay here with Charlie on her own.

"Sounds great," she smiled. I excused myself and headed upstairs before I admired my new window for a moment. I laughed at the locks that now dawned my window. It was locked and I guess Charlie probably had the keys. Then a shiver ran down my spine. Was he really being serious about this grounding malarkey? Worried I ran a brush through my hair and changed my top. I rooted around for my mobile to check if I had any messages or anything but that's when I remembered I left my things in Charlie's squad car. I swore under my breath at my forgetfulness before I headed back down stairs.

I lingered at the bottom of the stairs as I heard Charlie and Renée try and converse civilly to each other in the sitting room. I eavesdropped. I was too curious to hear what they were saying while I was out of the room so I just couldn't pass up an opportunity like this.

"Umm thanks for the coffee," Renée gestured politely. Charlie stayed quite.

"I'm surprised you remembered," she added.

"Remembered what?" he asked confused.

"You remembered how I like it. Black, no milk or sugar," she explained.

"Oh well… I always thought it was weird that you could drink it without milk so I guess emm well-"

"Charlie," she laughed.

"Stop before you hurt yourself you don't need to explain. I get it. Just don't ask me how you like yours, I haven't a clue… Charlie can I ask you something?" she inquired her tone becoming serious. Once again he didn't respond.

They're conversation seemed so uncomfortable, awkward. I remember eavesdropping on them when I was younger during the little time they actually spent talking to one another when they traded me over. I know it might sound stupid but I used to close my eyes and pretend we where a traditional, whole family. It was long before Phil came along so I used to always think it would be great if we could all live happily ever after. Just like any child caught in the middle of a divorce I suppose. But now I realise that, that wishful thinking was just wrong. Though sometimes it might be bittersweet they were better off apart and though I might have had my fantasies their actual happiness was far more important.

"By the sounds of things you seem to know a lot about the Cullen's. I suppose that's only natural as you've been able to witness this all first hand but I was just wondering have you always known it? About Edward being a vampire I mean?"

"No, I found out just like everyone else," he told her honestly.

"Good because I've been able to forgive you for a lot of things but I don't think I'd be able to forgive for that. Allowing our daughter to associate herself with something so dangerous would just have been a step too far. You might as well have been force feeding her cocaine," she continued. A rage built up in me but I couldn't defend Edward because they'd find out straight away that I was eavesdropping on them.

"Look Renée, I completely understand your concerns I didn't know what to think or do when I found out about Edward, about the Cullens. For a brief second I actually thought that was it, that I'd… We'd lost her. But just give her and Edward a chance. Even I don't think I've fully grasped what they're going through or understand completely what this means. They're both so drained and devastated after all that's happening and not to mention what happened to Alice-" he began before she interrupted him.

"Alice? Edwards sister?" she questioned wondering where he was going with this.

"She was killed yesterday and when Bella was told and when she told Edward well lets just say I haven't seen a look on anyone's face like that since-," he replied but before he could finish Renée interrupted him again.

"I thought there was something up with her. She seems quite, empty and even pale and thin if that's possible. Just like when he left her," she agreed. I caught my breath maybe listing to them wasn't such a good idea.

"Don't be too hard on Edward for that either. Now that I know the whole story its clear to see that Edward was doing what he thought was the right thing. He understood just how dangerous he actually is so to protect her he left," he responded.

"Really?" she wondered.

"Yeah. There seems to be a lot more going on then we think but Bella seems to be opening up a lot. I think we should just give this time, see how things play out. Let the dust settle if you get my drift," he continued.

"I suppose your right. In one sense what I can't believe is not that Edward is a vampire but that Bella has lied to us so blatantly and for so long. Heck who knows if it wasn't for Victoria maybe we would have never known," she stated almost as if she was in shock.

"I guess but you can't blame her for that. Would you have told your parents if you were in her situation?" he pondered. I was glad he was keeping the subject of rules and the Volturi out of the conversation. I owed him one.

"Probably not but I wouldn't have had a vampire as a boyfriend in the first place," she said. Charlie sighed probably at her stubbornness. I don't blame him as I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs at her. Hearing them both speak about vampires was so surreal.

"Can't you give the vampire hating a rest for now. Like I said about Alice, she and Bella were best friends so I think its better to spend our time now supporting her as she morns instead of being belligerent parents. We can deal with the vampire situation later. Right now her wellbeing is more important and with Edward being in prison too I don't want her to revert back into the zombie she was when they broke up. She can't go through that again, none of us can," he divulged.

"Your right, your right," she sighed defeated.

"I'm even more glad I came now. I really need to be close to her at a time like this."

I couldn't take any more of this so I walked through the kitchen and into the sitting room, clearing my throat, making my presence known. They both looked up, reregistering me. I jingled my Chevy keys.

"You ready to go?" I asked, wanting out. She nodded gathering up her stuff. Unfortunately it looked like she was leaving the newspapers with us.

"Don't be long, your grounded remember?" Charlie said seriously. I grunted at him wishing he'd forgotten Emmett's slip of the tongue.

"Grounded? Why?" Renée questioned surprised.

"Apparently Edward used to sneak into her room through her window every night," answered. Renée grinned at me. I could feel the blush rush to my face. Its ironic really. He had plenty of reasons to ground me with the fact I was going out with this blood sucking, supernatural, technically dead murder yet I got in trouble over the most human things ever: teenage hormones and displays of affection. What made things worse Edward and I never did anything anyway.

"Dad can I borrow your car keys for a second? I left my bag in it," I requested. He gave them to me along with the money for the shopping. I helped Renée with her luggage and as soon as we opened the door it was like stepping into a battlefield. The cameramen and news crews literally exploded when they saw us coming. I sent Renée a head to my truck with her bags before I quickly grabbed my own bag from Charlie's squad car, returned his keys to him, took my mobile from my bag and returned to Renée who I unfairly left at mercy of the paparazzi. I drove as we eventually pulled away from my house and headed towards the town. Renée looked even more tired then earlier.

"Do you mind if I go shopping with you before you drop me off? I'd rather you didn't go shopping alone," she asked me, gauging my reaction. I nodded positively. It didn't really make much of a difference. I just wish she wasn't so worried about me.

"Sure," I nodded. I turned on the radio to fill the silence between us. The DJ was talking about vampires so I just turned it off again. All that was left now was the moans of my beat up truck and a mother and daughter trying to avoid a certain topic beginning with the letter E. I couldn't take the awkward silence anymore.

"So…," I began. Now it was my turn.

"What did Phil say when you told him you were coming here?" I asked her strangely concerned about what he thought about this which surprised me greatly.

"He understood. He knows how much you mean to me. He would have came too but with work and the house well both of us couldn't just up and leave things unattended. So he's given me his autograph book to get Edward and his family to sign instead," she replied rolling her eyes.

"What!" I queried perplexed.

"He's just so fascinated by this whole vampire phenomena he wants their autographs. To quote him 'Its so awesome.' Sometimes I wonder how marrying someone younger was a good idea. He's like an excited little child. You swear this was the latest twist in those space adventure shows he watches. I don't mind really but if I see him type conspiracy theories into Google once more I think I'll explode," she chuckled before turning the heat up in my truck. She shivered, she wasn't used to the wet or cold. I was unnerved that I was. What made it even stranger was that I didn't really care.

"He should see Edward play baseball, he'd love that! I mean I'm not a fan of baseball or sports really in general but even I can tell just how amazing it is to watch him play," I added laughing along.

"I didn't know he played, does he play for the high school or anything?" she wondered.

"No, vampire remember? I've watched him play with his family a few times. I just thought I'd mention it with Phil being in the minor leagues and all."

"Oh, right." he responded awkwardly, quieting down. Her smile dropped. For a second it actually felt like we were having a normal conversation about my boyfriend until reality came rushing back along with unwanted memories of one particular trip to the baseball field. It was scary to think that now all three: James, Laurent and Victoria were all dead. I suppose they left enough damage in their wake that's for sure.

I finally got courage to hit the nail in the head and actually talk about Edward and his family all the while thinking about what Charlie and Renée talked about as I listened in.

"You know Edward and his family are not like other vampires, they're vegetarians," I told her getting this conversation started.

"Really? What does that mean exactly? Like I was a vegetarian for a few months until the turkey, ham and gravy of Christmas dinner reverted me back so surely that's not what you mean, is it? Is that a normal thing for vampires?" she inquired, almost matter of factly or as if she was un interested or doubted me or something. I wish I knew what was going on inside her head. I guess with Edward behind bars I'll have to make do with the conversation she had with Charlie.

"Well they drink the blood of animals and they deny themselves human blood. It takes a toll on them though. They work so hard and I feel so guilty every time I walk into their house because of all the pain I cause them just by having a beating heart. Heck sometimes Edward won't even breath or touch me when he's in one of his moods. In fact the very nature of their life's cause them pain. They try to be human so therefore they have to be around humans all the time and not just me. A stuffy classroom, an overcrowded ER, a bustling city, whatever. Its like locking an alcoholic into a pubs store room. Its basically the same as an addiction they can never recover from, even Edward describes it that way. Just thank God he hasn't fallen off the wagon for a long, long time. Emotionally and in every way I'd hate to see him go though that. He's all ready so hard on himself," I explained. I felt almost cathartic talking to her, anyone about this and how I felt. It was a complete secret until now. Even though I've sort of talked to Jacob about this in the past this was different. Jacob's perspective was well… Influenced.

"That actually sounds awful. When you look at it like it must be so hard for them," she agreed.

"It sure is," I sighed. However I sighed for two reasons. One: the obvious as in the sympathy for my family of sorts and my impending doom of sorts and two: I was pulling up outside the supermarket. Quality time was over.

The town seemed quieter then usual today and it was after five o'clock so surely the little rush hour that Forks arguably has should be in full swing, people returning home from work or students from the high school loitering around instead of doing homework perhaps but the streets were verging on empty. Worse still the town looked more like London during the World War II blitz then a humble small town. The windows of many places were bordered up. Though you could tell the supermarket was open as the odd person came in and out plus the lights were on but it too was all boarded up with a huge sign in red spray paint on the front entrance. It was the same ones I seen around the town yesterday except the word vampire was crudely sprayed over though you could still tell it was obviously that word. Someone had sprayed a black streak through it and scribbled 'Cullens' underneath. So instead of it saying 'Vampires not welcome' it said 'Cullens not welcome." It broke my heart. For a second I hesitated, thinking about not going in and taking my business someplace else. However we needed the food and where else could I go as this was Forks so I didn't have much choice. I considered the reservation for a brief moment but as quickly as I considered it I realised how stupid of an idea that would be. I nearly laughed out loud that I thought that could even be an option. So we eventually ventured inside.

You could literally see the atmosphere change in the place when we entered as the various customers and staff noticed us. I noticed a senior member of staff whisper at one of the other employees. I could just have being paranoid but I knew they were talking about us, I just had that feeling when you just know. I picked up a basket and began to gather the goods I needed, trying to be quick but trying not to make my rush obvious to the people staring. Renée followed me around, looking even more tired. She was mostly quite expect for when I didn't pick up the organic alterative. Her latest fad I assumed.

We turned onto an isle full of breakfast cereals and I grabbed the fist box of cornflakes I saw not caring what brand they were even if I did prefer Kelloggs. As soon as I stuffed them into my basket I saw Mrs. Clarke but back a box of Special K onto the shelf and hurried away with her trolley. It was if I was diseased or contagious and I wouldn't mind but I'm not even a vampire, well not yet anyway.

"God, how rude" Renée grunted noticing too. Even if she didn't like that fact I was with Edward it seemed she hated the way I was being treated if not as much or even more. I began to realise that this Renée problem wasn't stubborn narrow mindedness but her instinct to protect me. It was her love for me and her want for my safety that made her come to Forks and it was nothing personal against Edward. It was all because of me. I was practically stunned at my revelation, my understanding and as I thought about it more if Edward was a drug dealing, tattooed covered gang member she probably would be having the same reaction.

I finally had everything I needed and we made it for the till but when one employee saw us coming she closed down her till so we had to join the queue at the next till. We eventually paid for everything, packed the bags and carried the shopping to my truck. We took out Renée's suitcases and packed the shopping around the passenger seat. The hotel was in walking distance now so she didn't need her seat anymore. I locked the truck and helped her with her luggage as we walked in the direction of the hotel. We made it to the hotel entrance with only the minimal amount of stares thankfully.

"You sure you don't want to come to Charlie's to have dinner with us?" I requested once more.

"No, no, I really am exhausted," she yawned.

"But don't worry I'll be around again tomorrow. We really have some important things to talk about," she slimed softly. She was right we couldn't avoid the Edward topic or the truth anymore.

We hugged each other and said our I love yous and goodbyes and I began to make my way back to my truck. On my way I walked past Newton's Outfitters and I could see Mike walking up in my direction. I smiled half heartedly. I wasn't really in the mood for socialising but I still had to be polite. However he ignored me as I greeted him. He walked straight by me! A rage rushed through me. He was acting as if I didn't exist.

"Hello? Mike!" I yelled offended verging on sarcastic but he continued to ignore me and walked into his parents shop. What made things worse was his expression wasn't deadpan it was furious, he was so angry. My jaw dropped with my own fury at him and worse then that I could feel the sadness of rejection build up in me.

I finally made it to my truck and hopped in, heading home. I grunted still infuriated with what just happed with Mike. I was getting mad at myself too like why should I care what Mike thinks? Then again its probably just the teenager in me who craves the acceptance of everyone including idiots like Mike. I soon realised though Mike wasn't the real reason I was upset. I classed him as one of my friends witch also included Angela, Ben and Jessica- when she wants to like me anyway- and if he hated me perhaps they all did. Perhaps I had no friends left at all. What if I was never able to go back to school ever again, get my diploma. I mean its not like I'm not allowed to go back into the building to actually study but there is a lot more to that environment then education and to be totally rejected like that would just make it impossible. Edward will probably never be able to go back either so what the hell was I going to have to do? Drop out? Maybe I was overreacting. I decided to sweep all that under a rug for now because all I was doing was making myself upset. I was making it harder for myself to drive as tears began to well up in my eyes and spill over. I felt so alienated and alone. Also the overwhelming, built up emotions I was already suffering from were contributing. I needed Edward now more then ever. I began to rub my tears away as I quickly remembered that my house was surrounded by paparazzi.

They exploded once more as the saw me coming but that wasn't all I noticed and I didn't know how to react to this latest surprise.

There was an 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit parked in my drive way.

Authors note:

DUN DUN DUN…. BLACK IS BACK!

Sorry I've always wanted to say that lol