Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, you guys are the reason why this chapter is up so soon. I think I managed to send a preview to everybody who reviewed but if I missed you then I'm really sorry and it was a genuine mistake. The same thing is with this chapter as well, review= preview.

This chapter is really short and I did that deliberately as it's all it needed. I will try and update again within a couple of days but I won't make any promises.

little-miss-twilighter
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Bella's POV

The drive to Rochester was agonisingly slow even though the roads were empty, it was the middle of the night and Edward was driving at nearly 200mph. Every second we were on the road was a second that my daughter was in danger and I wasn't protecting her. Although Edward kept telling me otherwise- "you couldn't have known Bella" or "we left her with family"- I knew I was a failure as a mother. I couldn't even help my only daughter and was doing nothing while she was being harmed- it made me sick. Physically. Edward had to pull over and that made me feel worse as we would arrive later because of me. When we got back in the car I started sobbing again and Edward wanted to stop but I wouldn't let him so he settled for gripping my hand tightly and soothing me by humming his lullaby. For once though, it didn't help me. The thought that Nessie was in danger meant that no matter what Edward- or anyone else- did, I couldn't be unless she was safe and in my arms.

It took less time than Edward expected to arrive in Rochester but it wasn't quick enough for me. We went into every hotel in the city but there was no sign of a Rosalie Cullen on the register. I felt like dying inside, Nessie was so close but so far. I was sitting in the corner of one of the lobbies of one of the many luxury hotels we had visited when Edward suddenly called me over. I leapt up and sprinted over to him

"What? Is it Rose? Is she here? What room is she in?" The tone of panic in my voice was unmistakeable and Edward tried to speak in a calm tone to help calm me down.

"I'm not sure. The name is Lily Hale which is odd seeing as Esme's maiden name was Hale. Maybe it's her?"

My heart started thumping and I could feel the blood pulsing through my veins at a faster rate than normal as the reality that my baby might be here sunk in.

"It worth a shot Edward. Anything is better than this...waiting and hoping and searching"

He smiled at me and I could see the pain on his face. I had been so caught up in my own misery that I forgot about Edward's. He was as much Nessie's parent as I was and yet ever since we got back from that dinner, all the focus had been on making sure I was okay and that people would take care of me- not once had anyone thought of Edward. I was disgusted at myself for not helping him.

"I'm sorry for not helping you Edward, you must be in just as much pain as I am and I'm so sorry I haven't been comforting you"

He looked confused and ran his hand through his untameable mess of hair before reaching out and holding my face in his hands and looking deep into my eyes

"Bella don't be absurd. Nessie is what is important now, not me"

I attempted a smile when my mothering instincts kicked in and I realised that Nessie was close. I could feel it. I let go of Edward's hand and sprinted up the stairs and straight to the room where I saw 'Lily Hale' was staying. I kicked open the door and ran in, only to be met with a sight so gut-wrenchingly terrible I wish I hadn't.

Rosalie was the first thing I saw. She was on the floor, pale as a ghost and with her eyes open and glassed over. She was dead. I held myself together as I realised somewhere inside me that Nessie must be close so I glanced around the room. Vomit rose up my throat as I saw the bloodstains on the bed and I was violently sick when my eyes finally found Nessie. I let out a half scream, half wail of pure agony as I saw her, slouched against a wall, limp and lifeless in a puddle of her own blood. Even though my knees were giving way and I was shaking uncontrollably I ran over to my daughter. She was covered in bruises, bite-marks and blood- dry and fresh. I knelt down beside her and stroked her face with my hand when I heard Edward's gasp as he came into the room. I wailed again and he came rushing over, going white with sickness and shock as he saw Nessie. He picked her up gently in his strong arms and I saw how limp and lifeless she was and burst into fresh floods of tears before my knees finally gave way and I fell to the ground. Nessie. My poor sweet baby. I couldn't protect her and now she was...

A part of me deep down inside died when I saw her like that and I couldn't imagine my life ever being the same again. How could anybody possibly mend something so broken?

I know it was harsh of me to end there but it didnt feel right to continue yet. Yeah I will admit, I kinda made myself cry a lil tiny bit =(