I am REALLY sorry I didn't get the chapter up last week but… I was REALLY ill and CBA to do anything involving my brain!!

I will try stay on track now!

So… I hope you like this chapter and it has lots about Bella's past…

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Bella POV

"Charlie?" I said, shaking his shoulder slightly as I did so.

"Umm…" he mumbled, still asleep. I decided I should probably pack while he was still sleeping as it would be more difficult and upsetting if I didn't. I quickly climbed the stairs and rushed into the bathroom. I grabbed my toiletries and quickly made me way to my bedroom to get the rest of my stuff. When I entered I found Edward there with a rucksack in his hands, he flung it to me and I caught it, shoving in my toiletries as I went.

"10 minutes," he whispered as I left the room. I rushed down the stairs again but this time turning right into the kitchen. I knew I had little time and so, as quickly as possible, I grabbed the phone and dialed for the person I had been avoiding for weeks. The phone rang a few times before a deep, rusty voice I'd know since I was a kid answered the phone.

"Black residence," answered the voice of Billy Black. Of course the Blacks didn't have caller ID, which I was extremely grateful for as the phone would have probably not been answered if they did.

"Billy, it's Bella," I spoke into the headpiece urgently. "I need to talk to Jacob."

"I don't know if that's-"

"Look, it's not about the fight or anything I just really need to talk to him," my voice was a couple of octaves higher than usual as I rushed the sentence. Billy seemed to pick up on my tone and agreed. A few moments later I head the deep breathing of a different person on the other end.

"What do you want Bella?" I flinched as he used a cold, hard tone with me.

"Hey-" I started in a nice, gentle voice, trying to lighten his tone. Unfortunately he cut me off rudely.

"Look, I know you didn't phone me to make pleasantries. So what? Your bloodsucking boyfriend getting a bit boring to you or is it that you just want to shoot me down some more," Jacob voice cut with venom and hate. I knew Jacob very well and was also incredibly aware he had had a crush on me since he was 11, meaning he never said a bad word towards me. Ever. So every single word he had just said made me want to curl up into a ball and hug my knees, but I had a situation where a sadistic vampire was stalking me. In other words, I had to get over it, and quickly.

"Jacob," I said through my teeth, trying my hardest not to cry. "I have a bit of a situation and I need you and the packs help," I forced every word out, making it as flat and emotionless as I could.

"Oh really? Why don't you get your leeches to help you? They seem to be your favoring choice," his voice was sarcastic and vile, and my blood began to boil, as he was being so outrageously vindictive. "So, why don't you get out of my life and leave us all alon-" he didn't finish his sentence, or at least I don't think he did, for I verbally exploded at him, half forgetting there were a number of vampires surrounding my house, one wanting to rip me to shreds.

"LISTEN HERE JACOB BLACK. YOU ARE BEING A SELF-CENTRED, PREDJDICE, SPITEFUL, MORONIC, MALICIOUS, MALEVOLENT, IDIOT. YOU AREN'T LISTENING AND FOR ALL YOUKNOW IT COULD BE LIFE OR DEATH… IN FACT IT IS. SO YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR PETTYNESS RIGHT UP YOUR-" I was shouting at the top of my voice and before I could finish the last sentence I heard a grumbled "Bella?" coming from the front room.

I stopped short and collected my self, quickly remembering why I was on the phone in the first place. "Look, I have a sadistic vampire after me, trying to kill me, funnily enough," my voice was strongly mocking, the annoyance in it was extremely easy to pick it. "I need to leave town for, I don't know, a week, and so I'd really appreciate it if Billy or someone could come here and look after Charlie considering he can't even walk. I would also love for the pack to keep an eye on his house and make sure any vampires coming to forks doesn't kill him because, for some unknown reason, a lot of vampires apparently like it here. If you could do those things for me that would be just great," through the whole speech my voice stayed at a low deathly level, thick with irony.

"Bella?" Charlie's voice came again, this time more alert and stronger. "Are you home?"

"Well?" I prompted to Jacob in a less-then-polite tone.

"Fine," Jacob said in one quick word and then the dial tone sounded. I put down the phone, a lot happier now that I knew Charlie was going to be taken care of. Now was that part where I had to walk out on him. If I explained that mom had called and wanted me up in Italy pronto, then he wouldn't argue too much. The problem was getting him to let me go this late at night. I hadn't really paid much attention but I now realized that it was in fact dark outside.

I took a deep breath and forced my legs forward, towards the front room. I went in there and sat next to him on the sofa, not giving eye contact. After a minute or so I looked up to a worried Charlie, a frown line deep in his forehead. He didn't say anything, knowing that I would get round to it in my own time, but I was pretty sure he thought this was about Edward dumping me or something and so there was also an intense hostility there.

"Dad… mom called," I told him in a quiet tone. I didn't like lying to Charlie but in this case it was necessary. Charlie's expression quickly changed to one of sympathy and annoyance.

"Well… but…" Charlie sighed as tried to come up with a right sentence, and I knew what he was thinking of. "Bella… I don't want you to go again. Last time she called you out like this you came back so-"

"Dad, nothing will happen," I stopped him, as I knew Edward was outside listening. But the damage had been done now as Edward could read Charlie's mind. See, he was about to say something along the lines of disturbed, traumatized, nervous, and I didn't exactly want Edward hearing bad things about my mother, the woman who had given up everything just so that I could have a few extra years of humanity.

You see, the last time I had been called out suddenly was when I was 15… and when they decided to give me that tattoo. My mom had called me up saying that I needed to leave Forks and come to Italy, and so when I woke in the morning I jumped on the first plane to Volterra. I can still remember that day clearer than anything as they embedded the tattoo deeply into my skin. But, of course, as it is the Volturi, they had to make it extra torturous for me. They added a droplet of vampire venom into the tattoo ink, not enough to cause a change, but enough so that the tattoo would stay with me forever, even when a vampire where a normal tattoo would fade and disappear. While they where doing this horrendous thing to me I was fighting with all my will, but instead of sedating me they just held me down, the top half of my body exposed to these creatures while they held me still and made me sit through so much pain. They didn't even have the decency to put me to sleep, saying that it was practice for when the real thing came, the day they would change me.

To even think what the symbol means brings a tear to my eye, as the mark on my back gets rid of any innocence, any pride I would ever have for myself, and smashes it into a thousand pieces. When I came back from the trip I wouldn't leave my room for days, and would practically cry myself to sleep for nights after, making Charlie swear he would never send me away to my mothers like that on such short notice. When he asked me what happened I would only ever say that it was a too short of a visit and I wanted to see mom more and the sun and not crappy Forks. Of course this tore him apart as he thought he couldn't provide for me and that I wasn't happy. When he said he was going to send me away to live with mom I snapped out of it and fought with all my might, saying I wanted to stay with him. He accepted but was always scared something like this would happen again, and I would go away from here and get so comfortable in Italy I would never come back. Unfortunately, that was going to happen sooner then he thought with school ending in just over a year

"Dad, I am older now and can handle things a lot better," I told him in a soft reassuring tone. "I will be there and back in little under a week. I am happy in Forks, please."

"Umm… ok, if your sure," his voice was laced with worry, "but you will come back, right?" it was unusual for Charlie to express his emotions in anyway at all and to come full out and say that blew me off course for a second.

"Dad, I will come back to Forks, I promise." I was careful as to the way I phrased my word. I promised I would come back to Forks, but did not specify when or why. It wasn't that I was planning not to come back to Forks, but I never made promises if there was a slight chance that I could break them, and when I did I felt so deeply guilty.

"Ok Bells, you can head out first thing in the morning," and with that he settled back down on to the couch and started to close his eyes. When he noticed that I hadn't budged he woke up again and frowned. After a few seconds of thought his face suddenly dawned with realization and he sat up straight.

"Your leaving in the morning, it's too late." He crossed his arms over his chest as to say that was the end of the conversation and I couldn't win. Of course I knew Charlie much better and knew I could win, though it might be at an emotional price.

"Dad, I have to leave tonight." I was stern and serious in my tone.

"Why? Why can't you leave in the morning?"

"Because Mom wants me as soon as possible."

"And? Your mother will have to wait, I do not want you to go gallivanting around the streets this late at night."

"Hardly. It's a drive to the airport and then a plane journey to Italy."

"How are you going to get a flight this late?"

"Already booked."

"But… and…-" I cut off his wordless ranting quickly.

"I want to see Mom," I said in a soft tone. "I know I have only really just seen her, but there's some stuff… I need to talk about with her and would really like to see her soon… it's not like I can talk in Forks as there's no one here."

His expression seemed to soften as I said the last words and then turn to one of pain. I have to say that telling him that was slightly below the belt, but I knew it was the fastest way to get out of the house. What I meant by 'there's no one here' is that there's not mom, not a step mom or anything. For years Charlie has been worried about that, that I have no mother figure in my life. So by telling him this I was basically saying, in his eyes, that he wasn't enough. Of course he was though, I had always been happy here with dad, even without a female figure I had obviously figured everything out. But Charlie always had his worries and I had just poked them all with a very sharp stick. Charlie was never a lonely man but by saying something like that I knew it made him feel that way, that he didn't have someone to share his life.

There was a sudden moment of painful silence and I started to get up and leave. I was on my way to the door when Charlie's voice sounded out. "Have a safe journey," and with those words he moved into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes. I knew he wasn't asleep and was in fact deeply hurt by my words yet I could not go and comfort him as time was thin. Seeing my farther hurt like so made me want to cry yet I knew it would help no matters. I also wanted to cry for opening the wounds I had closed; like the one with Jacob, and the memory of the tattoo. I held it together though, knowing I would have plenty time to cry later.

I quickly grabbed my bag I had left by the front door and rushed out. The cold air struck my face sharply as I stepped out of the house. I rushed to my truck as quickly as possible, both wanting to get into the warm again and also away from the open air where I was most venerable to James.

I started up my truck, reversed out of my space and started to drive towards the Cullen's as fast as my track would manage. After a few minutes my side door opened and Edward quickly climbed in, a worried and sympathetic look on his face. I just kept staring forward and I felt Edward ease my grip off the steering wheel and move into the driver's seat. He lifted one hand up to my face and wiped away a tear. I hadn't realized I had been cryying but when I tried to stop, the tears just came fast and more desperate. Edward wrapped he arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Was James watching?" I asked.

"He caught the ending," he told me, his voice soft and reassuring, but at the same time thick with emotion.

We sat in silence for the rest of the journey.

Edward POV

Bella sat besides me, her head resting on my shoulder and her eyes spilling tears. I desperately wanted to reach over and comfort her, say that everything would be ok and that everything would soon be back to the way thing were but I didn't. I knew that Bella would find no solace in this, as I was sure she was also crying over thing I did not understand. Her past was brought up a few times in her conversation with Charlie and I could see the reaction that Bella had given to it.

I was in Charlie's head the whole time and was disturbed to find out about something that had happened to Bella involving her mother, but I did not have to discuss that with Bella now. But when I saw the memories as Bella, so depressed, so distraught, I couldn't help but flinch away. It both angered and saddened me to think Bella had gone through such grief. Charlie thought that it was because she wanted to stay with her mother, I, on the other hand, knew better. I didn't know the whole reason, but I was pretty sure that whatever the reason would be, it was nothing so petty as missing the sun. Bella is a deep complex person and I have seen how well she hides her emotions, anything that could cause her to break must be extremely painful.

After seeing these things I have come to the decision that if Bella was ever called upon by her mother, I would be right on her heals the whole journey, not letting her out of my sight and making sure that not a hair on head is unaccounted for. But, I have to say, I am also hurt and annoyed at Bella, for I wish she would let her self open to me, instead of being the closed book that she is.

Also, what really annoyed me was that Bella called the wolves. I didn't mean that our coven could handle it and am, in fact, grateful that there will be someone watching Charlie meaning we can concentrate more on Bella, but if I am honest with my self, I am jealous. I am not one to be possessive but I love Bella very much and to think of her socializing with those mutts is… not nice. I know she has been friend's with them for many years and so would not want her to be upset about not seeing her friends, but they hurt her, Jacob hurt her, and if he ever did any such thing again, I wouldn't hesitate to rip out his throat.

We had been sitting in silence the whole journey, each one of us in thought. Bella was frowning, as if she was deep in thought and thinking over something important. At that point in time, I had never wanted more to know what Bella was thinking and annoyed when, as always with Bella, I hit a brick wall. I pulled out in front of the house and turned off the engine quickly. Sweeping Bella up into my arms I ran into the house, but only to be found facing Laurent. A growl ripped through me as I quickly put Bella down and moved her behind me. Carlisle was at my side in an instance explaining that Laurent was no threat. I looked into his mind and, to no surprise, found that Carlisle was right.

He warned us of James and left. No more, no less. In a second, the whole family was in the living room all crowding round in a circle, deep in discussion of what we would do. After a few minutes we were all set to go, but Alice suddenly went into a vision. It was a quick and snappy one, but weird never the less. It was of Bella mobile phone going off. I whipped my head round to look at Bella in a confused expression.

"Do you have a mobile with you?" I asked her. She seemed quite take back by this but slowly nodded.

"Yes, but only one person can call me on it," she simply said.

"…And who would that be?" Bella looked around the room and found that every eye was on her.

"My mom."

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