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Chapter 14

Belly's POV (Sorry I've always wanted to say that. For some reason I call them Belly welly and Eddie weddie which you've all probably noticed lol. I don't know why I just do lol :P)

I was mumbling profanities under my breath as I carried the shopping bags into the house. I was frustrated for many reasons.

One being the disastrous paparazzi.

Reason two was the frustrating werewolf that was no doubt sitting in my kitchen twiddling his oversized thumbs waiting to say God-only-knows-what-nonsense to me. All I know is that he will no doubt tick me off. And of course, the excitement at the thought of seeing him again -which I was trying to repress- was already ticking me off.

Three was the Renée fiasco.

Four was whatever the hell was going through Mike Newton's head.

Five was my banged up boyfriend; and six was his on the run family.

Also there are the Alice and Jasper tragedies but I don't want to include them in my sarcastic, angry, rambling. They are far too important and deserve much more respect than that. I suddenly regretted thinking their names. It took everything in my power to keep myself from falling apart.

I went through the front door deliberately being loud so they'd know that I'd arrived home. Though maybe it was in vain, as the paparazzi were making enough noise to turn everyone deaf. I threw my keys onto the new kitchen counter before dropping the shopping on there too. I turned around to see Jacob sitting at the table and Charlie at the other end with cups of coffee in their hands while they both stared silently at my rampage.

"Did your mom get to the hotel okay?" Charlie asked me as I began to stock the milk into the fridge. Jacob stayed quiet.

"Uh huh," I nodded before rooting through one of the shopping bags to see what I could put away next. I looked to Charlie. He looked frustrated. Probably because I didn't say hello to our 'guest'.

"Do you need help?" Charlie wondered.

"No, I'm good. I'll just put these away and start our dinner," I replied, declining the offer. I hoped Jacob would pick up the subtle hint that he wasn't welcome.

"Okay, but make sure you put enough on for Jacob too. He's staying for dinner," Charlie told me as he nonchalantly as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Great," I responded trying to hide my frustration. Jacob grinned at me. I forced a smile back but inside my head I was screaming "I WILL KILL YOU!"

As I put my cereal in the press I noticed Charlie check his watch before he excused himself. Some nonsense about wanting to catch the news. I bet it was a secret plan to leave Jacob and I alone. The kitchen churned with an awkward silence.

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Jacob offered as I put the last of the shopping away.

"Yeah. I'd probably do it quicker myself anyway," I answered pulling out a large, overused pot for the pasta. Jacob just nodded and sat there awkward as the dreaded silence returned. A couple of silent minutes passed as I filled the pot up with four portions of pasta. One each for Charlie and I, then two for Jacob's wolf appetite. I leaned against the new counter as I waited for the water in the kettle to boil. I tried to avoid eye contact with Jake.

"So…" he began trying to spark up a conversation between us and break the infamous silence.

"Don't say that word! I hate that word!" I exploded. I had my reasons, mainly because of the recent over-use of that aggravating word.

"Sorry," he laughed standing up and leaving his coffee on the table.

"Ugh, Jake, what are you doing here anyway?" I groaned pouring the steaming water over the pot of fusilli.

"I come in peace," he smirked approaching me.

"Don't put me in the dog house just yet okay, I'm genuinely worried about you. In search for a better cliché, you're in the eye of the storm, Bella. I just want to make sure you're doing okay," he continued.

"In other words you're taking this opportunity to pounce on me as all the Cullens and Edward are out of the picture," I retorted.

"Something like that," he chuckled. That urge I felt to slap him was beginning to bubble up within me again. I bit my lip, holding back my own laugh. The last thing I wanted to do was encourage him.

"Those paparazzi really did go crazy when you arrived home," he said stepping closer to me. Keeping- or at lest trying to keep- our conversation light. I took out another pot for the sauce and began preparing that.

"It's not fair. When I arrived they didn't even bat an eyelid. Why can't I be the centre of attention?" he joked.

"Be careful what you wish for. Your anonymity is your greatest asset right now not your claws," I warned.

"True, but I think if a photographer followed Leah around they wouldn't survive to long. I know if people knew about the pack too it would be an absolute disaster but I would just love to walk out that door now and phase just to see the reaction. See how the media would deal with us. Would they throw is all in jail too? Then again, I think I'd rather just see Sam's face if I did that. I think I'd give him a heart attack," he pondered, laughing away.

"I think he'd just bite your head off and make you into a fur coat," I added mocking. I couldn't hold back the laughter anymore. I began poring the contents of the jar, full of ready made pasta sauce into the pot for it to heat up. Jacob was about to say something else when my mobile phone went off. Jacob frowned at the interruption but he began to stir the sauce for me. The caller ID read 'unknown'. Whoever this was had their number blocked.

"Hello?" I answered curious.

"Bella?" I heard a beautiful yet familiar voice say.

"Esme," I breathed. A wave of relief mixed with concern washed over me. I dropped the fork that was in my had. I had to grasp the counter to support myself. My vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Are you okay? Where are you? What's going on? Are Emmett and Rosalie okay?" I questioned, bombarding her with panicked questions as I began teeming with emotion.

"Bella, honey, calm down. We're fine. We're in a forest in South Dakota, heading east. We've decided to stop travelling to New York for a while, take a break for the night. It's not like we need to sleep or rest or anything but we might hunt or relax or something. We don't have to be there till Thursday after all and we think were safe for now. I don't think anyone bar you knows where we are. Emmett and Rosalie are standing right beside me. Please don't worry. It's our job to worry about you and Edward. By the way did you see him? Is he alright?" she inquired, her own maternal concern leaking through.

"He's okay," I replied.

"Well as okay as you can be in that situation. You know Edward as well as I do: he's just grinning and bearing it while inside he hates it. He misses you and everyone."

"How did he react to… as in what happened to… Alice?" she asked. I could hear the agonising pain in her voice.

"Guess… It was horrible having to tell I'm that. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life. He was worse than devastated. The last time I saw that look on his face was in Italy," I quivered at the memory. Esme paused, taking her longer to reply.

"I know what he's doing is important but I can't stand the fact that we are all separated like this," she divulged. I agreed and as I replied to her I looked to Jacob. He was still standing beside me stirring the pasta sauce. He was awkward, like anyone in his situation of sitting through someone talking on the phone would be. He was politely staying silent. Even if he did make a face once or twice, his distaste for the Cullens ever present. What annoyed me most was even though he was pretending to be quiet and polite and not eavesdropping, it was obvious he could hear everything and that's not just because of his wolf senses- but any human standing as close as he is to me could probably hear who I was on the phone to. I couldn't really stay mad at him though, I would probably do the same. The conversation Renee and Charlie had that I listened to sprang to mind.

I started telling her about the conditions they have him in or rather how awful they are treating him. Also about Frank, the interview scheduled for tomorrow and his plan that no matter what happens he'll escape to meet them in New York if he has too. Then I moved on to Victoria and the Volturi. They were shocked at this latest revelation. I could hear Emmett scream expletives in the background then Esme yelling at him for swearing.

I continued telling her about the Volturi threats and then moved on to just as worrying if not worse topics. As in Renée, the paparazzi, newspapers and well the media in general. I told her about the trip to the supermarket and Forks general adjustment to the vampire situation. She then explained that the reason why she wasn't using her phone and had the number blocked was because Emmett was paranoid that the humans would track them through the phone lines. They tried to explain to him that this wasn't a spy movie but he wouldn't listen apparently. Joking aside they did seem very worried about me but above all things they were so guilty. They were blaming themselves for everything I was going through. I tried to convince them to no avail that I would go through a hell of a lot worse than this for them and then some. We eventually said our goodbyes and hung up. I felt empty once again as soon as they were gone. My attention flew to Jacob and I was suddenly glad he was still here. He really was my rock though all this. Even if he is the most frustrating person in the world he really was keeping me sane.

Jacob and I were relatively quite as we continued to cook the dinner, him helping me along the way. He was setting the table when I decided to get a conversation up and running again.

"So is the pack okay with you being here? I mean, does Sam know?" I questioned.

"The pack or Sam have no idea. We've agreed to avoid Forks and you Swans as much as we can to avoid our own cover being blown. They were quite pissed when they found out Dad and I were here yesterday. That's one of the reasons I came actually. I wanted to warn you that my Dad will probably be ignoring Charlie for a little while so I thought I'd give you a heads up because when Charlie realises I don't want you inadvertently giving anything away will be when he starts asking questions."

"One of the reasons?" I wondered. He looked away from me, avoiding eye contact as he concentrated on lining the knifes and forks.

"Well, I'm here to see you too. I worried about you, going through all this. Especially all alone and I can't believe I'm saying this but no matter how much I hate Edward I'd rather he'd be with you right now instead of no one at all. Charlie told me about Alice. You're grieving and doing a horrible job at hiding it. I just want to be here for you when no one else can even if Sam will kill me when he finds out. I understand that even though Charlie knows about vampires now there are still things you can't talk to him about like you can me. And before you or Cullen try to decapitate me, I'm not trying to make a move on you while Edward's locked up. I'm following my job description as a friend. I've seen how down and depressed you can get and I don't want that to happen again. I don't think you could handle it this time. I know I can't or Charlie and even Renée for that matter."

I was stunned at how serious and mature he'd suddenly gotten. I guess the situation out weighs his normal pettiness of late. I quickly realised I lost the battle with my tear ducts again for the millionth time today and tears began to roll down my checks. I froze cooking the dinner.

"Oh, I didn't mean to upset you… I'm sorry… I…," Jake apologised stunned. I don't think he quite realised what he was after saying either. He began walking towards me. I bombarded him with a hug. He was a little shocked at first but he warmed into it. It wasn't a sexual thing or anything, it was more of a dependency thing.

"Thank you," I whispered to him as we embraced, he hugged me tighter. Soon we got back the dinner and Jake began joking around again. Now that I knew what he was at it was obvious that he was trying to cheer me up. Charlie eventually joined us and the three of us tucked into dinner.

Wherever Jake gets the room for the amount of food he eats I'll never know. Like, he probably would have kept going if it wasn't for the fact we ran out of bread rolls. I had just bought a new packet when I went to the shop. We started the washing up after flipping a coin. Jacob was doing the washing and I was drying and clearing away. Charlie just sat with a beer reading the sports pages of one of the news papers Renée left. Despite everything that had been happening it felt like a normal evening. Jake was right I needed this relief but that didn't mean the Cullen's or Edward weren't on my mind every second. I was drying one of the pots when there was a knock on the door.

"Are you expecting someone?" Charlie asked me perplexed.

"No. You?" I responded. He shook his head. I looked to Jake he didn't have a clue either. Charlie got up from the kitchen table to let who ever this was in I assumed. I could hear Charlie open the door and the subsequent eruption of paparazzi. Jacob and I tried to concentrate on the washing up and just we stayed quite, both of us curious.

"Chief Swan, this is special agent Grant and I'm special agent Marquez. Do you mind if we come in for a moment to ask you and your daughter a few questions?" a woman requested.

"Ok, come on in," Charlie complied. Jacob made a face at me. I was just confused.

"The FBI, oh my god!" he whispered to me excitedly.

"Ugh… boys," I said to myself as I rolled my eyes. However, I really beyond worried. Why were they here? Charlie and the others filed into the kitchen.

"You must be Bella?" the woman said as she walked up to me and shook my hand. They were both smartly dressed. They looked like they'd both stepped out of an office rather than being special agents with the FBI. I bet Jacobs disappointed.

"And you are?" the man inquired as he shook Jake's hand.

"Jacob Black, I'm a friend of the family," he explained.

They soon sat around the kitchen table. Charlie offered them tea and coffee. They accepted the offer and mentioned something about travelling from Seattle just to see us. Charlie asked me to make them their coffee and Jacob continued drying the dishes for me as I boiled the kettle.

"So Chief Sawn, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here," the female agent said. The other was male so I guessed her to be agent Marquez and him to be Grant. Charlie didn't reply verbally he just nodded his head.

"I'm sure your aware of what's happened the last few days with the discoveries of vampires and I was wondering if it would be okay if we asked you all some questions about that and about the Cullen family?" agent Grant asked. Charlie looked to me as if asking permission. I gestured that it was okay. I was really nervous and worried now. What did they want to know? I thought it would be best if we just complied for now.

Suddenly Jacob froze. He wasn't so excited to see the FBI agents anymore. His face looked like he was about to scream 'Oh crap!'. He practically dropped the plate he was drying. He put the plate and cloth safely down before walking over to me.

"I have to leave now!" he whispered quietly. I could barely make it out. We both had our backs turned to the conversation behind us, pretending to stare at the boiling kettle.

"I can't let them ask me any questions. Sam will kill me as it is. The last thing I need is them wondering how I'm involved. I was so stupid telling them my name," he added. I quickly realised his dilemma.

"You can't just up and leave though they'll notice something's up. Here I have an idea. I'll call your mobile. Pretend it's your dad and he needs help or something," I suggested. Jacob nodded agreeing as I made the respective coffees. I then dug my hand in my pocket and quickly dialled Jake's number which I knew off by heart anyway and then as quick as I could shoved my phone back into my pocket. As I handed the agents their cups of coffee Jacob answered his phone and began his make-believe conversation.

"Ok. I'll be right there," he said into his phone before he hug up.

"That was my dad. It's a bit of an emergency. He needs help," he explained before he excused himself and attempted to make his get away grabbing his car keys off the counter. The agents were a bit flustered as to why he left so abruptly. I took it upon myself to say something.

"His dad's in a wheelchair, so something must have happened," I added. Charlie looked at me perplexed. We both knew even if Billy was wheelchair bound he was pretty independent. I just thought it would be a believable excuse to help Jacob out of this. It seemed to work. Charlie just shrugged it off. Even by his logic it was believable that something could have happened.

"So Bella do you mind taking a seat?" Marquez asked and I pulled a chair up to the table and sat bedside Charlie. Great even this started with 'So'.

"Don't be so nervous Bella, you're not in trouble," agent Grant interjected. I tired to clam my fidgeting hands.

"Just what exactly is your relationship with the Cullen's?" Marquez inquired. I noticed there was a tape recorder on the table no doubt picking up everything we said. I looked at Charlie. He urged me to answer, gesturing that it was okay.

"Edward is umm… my boyfriend and well I'm just close with his family. Like any normal relationship I suppose," I replied. They were giving both Charlie and I undivided attention. They reminded me of Mulder and Scully. FBI agents investigating the paranormal. Unfortunately, this wasn't a nineties TV show.

"Okay, for how long exactly have you known the Cullens and how long have you an Edward been together romantically?" they now questioned. I answered as truthfully as I could as they continued asking mundane questions like this; for example: how I found out that they were vampires etc. until the one I dreaded most came up.

"Bella? Do you have any idea where the Cullens are now? Have they contacted you? Did they tell you where they are or possibly where they are going?" Marquez interrogated seriously but not harshly. She was being professional. I didn't know how to respond. I knew exactly where they were and they've continuously been contacting me, heck they were even in this very room last night. What the hell was I supposed to say? The last thing I wanted to do was compromise my family. The two agents were so intimating. Charlie might be a police officer but to me he's my father so its not like I've had much experience with law enforcement or being questioned like this. I was verging on scared even.

"I've no idea. They haven't spoken to me. I only visited Edward today," I replied hoping to god they'd believe me. I looked at Charlie he was just looking a the two agents dead pan. Then they asked him the same question. Charlie lied and said he knew less than I did. They seemed to buy it. The questions became mundane once more. I was glad I got in that they were vegetarians. It kind of surprised my interrogators. Suddenly I was put on the spot again.

"Do you have any idea how to kill or harm a vampire. By any chance did any of the Cullens mention this to you?" Grant asked. Once again I didn't know how to reply.

"Umm… I don't really know," I lied. Grant was really putting me off edge as he stared at me. It was as if he knew I wasn't telling the truth.

"I think you have to rip them into pieces and then burn them. I'm not quite sure though," I divulged, immediately regretting it. What had I done? For all I knew they were going to use this information on the Cullens- or worse, Edward who they already have locked up. Quickly my panic dissolved into confidence. No matter how hard they tried, humans wouldn't be able to lay their hands on a vampire. I almost laughed at them. They really were finding it so hard to catch the Cullens that they had to resort to a teenage girl in Forks. Plus, Edward's in jail with his own albeit bizarre free will and anyway even if they did capture one they wouldn't be able to hurt them. That still didn't mean I wasn't worried.

The agents eventually finished up and left. Charlie walked them to the door. I was never so relieved in my life. Charlie was silent as I cleaned the used cups of coffee away. He took a can of beer from the fridge before he sat once again at the table. He was relieved too it was obvious as he breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down.

"I'm glad that's over Bella, but I'm not glad that I had to lie. I know you lied to protect them and I didn't want to contradict you, but I guess it's just that as a police officer when I'm asking the questions I hate it when people lie to me. I feel even worse since they were the FBI. I guess even if they did find out I was lying it doesn't really matter since I'm already-" he abruptly stopped himself mid sentence. I turned facing him. Leaning against the counter.

"Already what?" I asked. Though I think I already knew what he was going to say.

"It doesn't matter. Forget I said anything," he responded and he quickly began to end the conversation by picking up a news paper and divining into that. I took a deep preparing breath, gathering courage to confront him about this. I was about to say something but I was interrupted by the house phone ringing.

"Ugh, what now?" Charlie groaned as he got up to answer it.

"Hello? Swan residence… Yes, it me," he answered down the line. He then looked to me perplexed and covered the phone with his hand.

"Its Harold Greene, your principal," he told me. Why on earth would he be calling.

"Yes, we thought under the circumstances it would be best," Charlie replied. I wonder what Mr. Greene was saying.

"You what! This is ridiculous! You can't do this! She did nothing wrong!" Charlie yelled down the phone. Now I really wanted to know what was going on.

"How is she supposed to graduate if you throw her out!" he screamed at my principal.

"Wait, what?" I questioned stunned. Pushing myself away from the counter and towards him.

"He's basically after telling me that your expelled," Charlie explained.

"What? You can't be serious!" I shouted back at Charlie. He didn't answer me instead he continued giving a stern talking to my principal. I was so dazed as I fell back, leaning again the counter once more in shock.

"Okay, but Harold you can't be seriously doing this," Charlie said to him disappointed as he hung up. My dad talked to him as if he knew him personally. He probably did, he knew everyone in this town. Which isn't hard to believe as it's Forks. He groaned exasperated as he threw down the house phone onto the counter. I'm surprised he didn't smash it.

"What's going on?" I asked concerned yet still totally perplexed.

"Tomorrow morning your principal wants us to go to his office so he can speak with us both. Apparently the Parent Teachers Association and the school's administration have agreed that it's at the best interest of both the students and the school that you no longer attend classes there. He said that it was something to do with the other pupils safety or some nonsense like that. He said that you can clean out your's, Edward's and Alice's lockers after we visit his office. This is ridiculous! How are you going to get into university now if you can't even graduate," he said before he groaned, putting his head in his hands.

"I don't know what to do any more. Maybe we should get a lawyer. Sue the school for wrongful expulsion and the newspapers and photographers for harassment and defamation. Or something like that. We can't really afford a lawyer though- well not a good one any way. I liaise with them all the time though so maybe I could get someone to do it pro bono but I doubt anyone would want to represent us now" he continued, a type of desperation leaking through. He slumped back into his chair.

I was so shocked. I really didn't know what to think, say or do. I was expelled? This was insane, crazy. I can't believe it. This does sort out the Mike problem or at least it'll be easier to avoid him but being kicked out! That was a different story all together. I was crying, getting more upset by the minute. This couldn't have been happening. My life was literally unravelling and falling apart at its seems. I really wish Jacob didn't leave. I could really have used him right now. And then there's Edward. By the sounds of things he not welcome back either which I guessed would have been the case anyway with him having fangs and all but still. However it's different for him, he's graduated millions of times but for me it's different: this is my first time and probably only time I'd do it was a human though I'm probably not going to do it at all now. I could go someplace else but if this school won't let me go because of vampires then other schools probably wouldn't want me either and I wouldn't want to go to a school who'd discriminate against me for that anyway. My life really is turning into a shambles since the world found out about Edward and vampires. My life might not have been perfect before all this happed but I was happy and this was just a disaster. It makes one wonder is love worth going though all this pain and destruction. I quickly realised that it was and it was my love for Edward and the Cullens that was getting me through this pain and destruction in the first place. Oh how I wish Edward was here. My tears and sobbing got worse. Charlie noticed I was crying and got up from his seat. He walked over to me and before I knew it he was hugging me. Things have been so strange with him the last couple of days like we never normally show this much affection to one another but just like with Jacob the current circumstances outweigh everything else. The surprise from the hug distracted from my Shambolic life.

"It's going to be okay, Bella. We'll get through this. Who knows maybe in a few days it will all blow over. In the morning I'll go with you to the high school and I'll try and talk some sense into him."

"Why? Don't you have go back to work. I mean especially at a time like this," I responded pulling back from our hug. I knew he was suspended, I just didn't get why he was keeping it from me. I hoped this was a way I could talk to him about it.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not needed," he replied. This was when anger bubbled up in me. And I pulled away from him and walked in the direction of the sitting room.

"Edward told me that he read from your mind that you are suspended," I confessed.

"Oh," was all he could respond with. Anger replaced his shocked expression.

"I thought he said that he'd keep what's private, private," he complained.

"He assumed that I knew something that important about my own father. Why didn't you tell me?" I inquired, searching for an answer. Charlie didn't reply he just leaned against the new counter.

"Because… Because I didn't want to worry you any more than you already are. I knew you'd blame yourself for my suspension. My superiors believed since I wouldn't fulfil my duties and that since I'm your father I'm involved in all this mess too. It's as if they think I'd compromise what they're trying to do and that I'm on the side of the vampires or something. It's ridiculous though not as bad as expelling you from your high school. They too seemed to think 'It would be in the best interest'," he divulged.

"This is all my fault. I'm sorry I've caused everything," I sobbed hopeless. Charlie frowned.

"Bella, calm down. You did nothing wrong. None of us- me, your mom, no one- blames you for anything. So stop being so hard on yourself. So far the suspension is only for a standard week and maybe it's for the best I'd rather be at home now with you going though all this than telling some crazy lady with a vampire phobia to calm down."

"You're sure its okay?" I questioned.

"Positive," he smiled back affectionately but laced with concern. I don't really know what to make of any of this. Now not only have I ruined Edwards, the Cullens and my own life but I've ruined Charlie's too. Now matter what he or anyone says I know full well this is all my fault.

"Ugh… I know its early but I think I'm just going to go to bed. I didn't get much sleep last night," I sighed defeated. I knew Charlie probably wanted to continue our conversation on but I just wanted today to be over I couldn't handle anymore drama. I was so drained.

"If you want I'll check on you later?" he offered.

"No, I'll be fine," I declined as I turned to leave and headed upstairs. I got pjs and did my nightly routine involving brushing my teeth and all that jazz. I turned off the light in my bedroom and pulled the curtains closed. Total darkness was what I needed. I always had a better nights sleep the darker it was. I really was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. I pulled my bed covers back and curled in comfortably. It was nice and warm. I tried not to think about anything and as I was about to drift off I could hear my mobile phone vibrating.

"Ugh, what now!" I exclaimed, flipping over in my bed to see my phone vibrate and light up on my bed side locker. The light ruining my nice dark room. I didn't recognise the phone number as I answered.

"Bella?… Is that you? Bella?… Are you there?" I heard a voice say. I couldn't quite believe who it was. I must have actually fallen asleep. This definitely was a dream.

Flustered, I jumped form my bed, pushing the blanket off me. I sat up on the edge of my bed pushing my messy hair from my face. This all happened in seconds. It was all so fast and then something worse then imaginable happed. Once again my infamous clumsiness didn't disappoint.

I dropped my phone.

"No!" I screamed panicked. Since I had the room good and dark I couldn't see where it had landed. Clumsily I turned on my bedside lamp. I was bawling crying so I couldn't really see what I was doing. I leaped from my bed and quickly found my phone. My heart stopped.

The battery had fallen out…

I crumpled on the floor in floods of tears.

"Edward…" I sobbed desperately.

"Edward…"