EPOV
For the past few months, I had done nothing but fool around. I changed the girl I was with like a girl changed outfits. I was what some would call a man whore, but I preferred the term womaniser. It was classier and suited me better.
My phone rang but I ignored it. It would most likely be my family or Tanya, and I didn't wish to speak to either. Instead, I removed my clothes and headed for the pool. That was 'where the party was'.
Just as I was about to show off by diving in, a chill ran down my spine. It wasn't cold; it was quite warm, warm enough to use an indoor pool anyway. My head began to ache; almost as though it was being ripped from my body then replaced over and over again. I stumbled and the girls in the pool turned to look at me.
I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was back in my room, surrounded by half naked girls. None of them was Bella. I looked around to double check to be sure she wasn't there. No matter where I looked, I didn't see Bella.
I didn't remember much of the past few months, but I got the feeling that I would be disgusted with myself if I did, so I decided not to bother with such memories.
All that mattered was finding Bella. But why, when I thought her name, did I not deem myself worthy of her? Why did I feel that she would not accept me if I came back? Why did it feel like she had moved on?
Had time moved on without me? Had I been left behind? Or had I done something I would forever regret?
I searched my phone and saw several missed calls from Esme.
I missed her. And Alice, Emmett, Carlisle. Even Rosalie. I missed them all.
I needed to get back to where they were, but I didn't know where that was either.
It felt as though I had had my memory wiped or I hadn't been myself in a long time.
Whatever the problem was, Carlisle would help me solve it.
BPOV
I wanted my Daddy.
No, I needed him. I needed him to walk through the door and tell me it was all one huge misunderstanding, that he hadn't been in hospital and they had confused him with someone else. I imagined he would walk through the door and hang up like he normally does, expecting his dinner to be ready soon.
But he didn't. He never would. I wasn't even sure if he was dead, but I cried like he was. I cried tears for everything that had gone wrong. I cried for all the good times we had had and would never get to have again.
I cried for my loneliness. Despite Xavier being there, I was lonely, and I always would be. Nothing could ever replace Charlie. No matter how hard they tried, the just couldn't live up to him.
Dad had been my anchor ever since Edward broke me. He was always there no matter the time. He would do everything for me, go to the end of the Earth and back if I wanted him to. I was the apple of his eye.
I remember how afraid I was of first coming to live with him and sobbed a laugh at how it had become normal, so that going to visit Mum felt weird.
Without Charlie I was lost. I didn't know who could save or find me. I wasn't sure if I wanted either to happen...
If I had to go back to reality, I thought my head would burst. I would over think everything, blame myself as I did everyone else.
It was then I realised that I wasn't in the hospital anymore.
I looked around and assumed I was in someone's house.