It hadn't been a long drive to La Push, only fifteen minutes with the speed of the Cullen's, and I couldn't see anything suspicious. I knew that James would probably start looking for me now that I hadn't returned home, and I knew that if he ever got a hold of me, I'd be dead. Everyone seemed to know that fact, either consciously or subconsciously. Everyone was a little anxious that we might not be able to get a hold of the person that we were looking for, but if I knew Billy like I used to, he wouldn't have moved.

"Right here," I shouted once I spotted the red house that was vaguely familiar to me, as Billy's house. I got out quickly, and I made my way to the front door, nervous at what I would see when that door opened.

"I'll be right with you, Bells," Edward assured me as he squeezed my hand, and I nodded before knocking on the door. I couldn't stop fidgeting out of nervousness, but it didn't take long before a man came to the front door in a wheel chair.

"Billy," I gasped as I recognized him. "Billy Black?"

"Yes, and who are you," he questioned.

"Billy, it's me," I said, repressing the sobs that I felt like may erupt from the memories that I had with him and my parents, along with his children. Edward rubbed his thumb reassuringly on my hand, and I squeezed it to try and grip reality. "It's me, Bella. Cha—Charlie Swan's daughter."

"Bella," he questioned as he scrunched up his eyes, trying to see past my bruised face for the features that would tell him the truth. "Well, you always did have your dad's eyes." I gave a laugh of relief that he had recognized me. "But why do you have those bruises?"

"You were right, Billy," I stated. "James is a very bad man." I watched as his hands tightened on the handlebars of the wheelchair until they turned white. "I'm so sorry, Bills." It was my nickname for him when I was a child, when we were closer.

"It's alright," he stated. "The past is the past. At least you got someone to hold on to." He gestured towards mine and Edward's entwined hands. "Come on in, since you are here then. It seems we've got a lot to talk about then."

"Yes, yes we do, Bills," I replied, stepping into the house, gesturing the others to come with me. "Bills, do you want me to make anything?"

"Sure, Jake's still at the station, and it's around dinner time, so, if you wouldn't mind of course—."

"Bills, don't worry," I reassured him. "I can cook dinner. Just give me a couple minutes to look at what you have." I checked all of the meals before looking for something that would make a meal. I decided on spaghetti and garlic toast. I made enough for the nine of us, and then once I was done, I called them all in.

"Looks great, Bells," Billy smiled as he wheeled himself into the room. "It's been a long time since I've had a good meal like this."

"Thanks, Billy," I smiled at him before serving everyone some food. "Where's Sarah?" His expression immediately saddened, and I knew that it was going to a bad answer.

"Sarah died, about eight years ago, Bella," he replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Billy, about your loss," I said, really not knowing what I was supposed to say.

"It's alright, Bells," he replied. "You are just like your father when it comes to conciliations. Always the one opposed to talking." I nodded with a smile, glad to hear something about my father.

"What about Rebecca, Rachel and Jacob," I questioned.

"Well, Rebecca's married now; she lives in Hawaii," Billy answered. "Rachel's still in college, but she's engaged to Paul Emphiram, and lastly, Jacob lives here, working at the police station." I nodded as I took this information in as I ate. "So who are your friends, Bells?"

"Alright, this is my boyfriend, Edward; his sisters, Alice and Rosalie; his brothers, Emmett and Jasper, and these two are my friends, Angela and Ben."

"Nice to meet you all," Billy smiled before digging in. "This is great, Bells; definitely better than your parents. I can't find where you got your talent for cooking."

"Practice, I guess," I shrugged, digging into my own meal.

"So, what about James, Bella," Billy questioned, but was interrupted as someone came into the dining room.