DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

I am so sorry that I haven't updated in ages. I think I was actually starting to get withdrawal symptoms from lack of updating. Not kidding. I had no internet connection and while I could read and reply to reviews on my phone – get little piece of technology. Love it! – I could not update from it. Anyways, I'm back. And I've got lots in store for you.

I know that most, okay, pretty much all of you are hating on me right now for the last chapter but relapses are extremely common amongst those recovering from eating disorders. Approximately 2/3 will go through so variation of relapse. Some are long lasting and some aren't. I just thought I'd let you know that. So can you all stop picking on me now!!!

I'm not sure about the time difference between WA and AZ so I'm estimating for about 2hrs or so. If I'm way off then feel free to yell at me, tell me what it actually is and then I'll change it.

Lastly, I want to tell you that Saving Edward has been nominated for Best Angst over on the Golden Chocolate Awards. I want to say a HUGE thank you to whoever it was that nominated me. YOU ROCK AND I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JPOV – August 27th 2:12PM (WA time)

Its been three weeks since Bella had to leave and we were all feeling it. The laughter and air of ease that she had brought into the house seemed to have all but disappeared.

Alice was missing her best friend, as was Rosalie. Emmett and I were missing our little sister. It didn't matter that she and Edward had only gotten married five weeks ago, she had become our sister long before any proposals or vows were exchanged. She just fit. My mom and dad were missing their third daughter. As with us, they felt that she had melded into the family long before she and Edward were wed. She was their daughter. No questions asked.

And Edward…

Well, Edward was missing his heart and soul. She was his other half. She was the one that completed him and we could all see how hard he was taking her departure. Even though the two of them are bound together forever, by so much more than vows, he doesn't seem to have any hope. It's like all the light that he had been building up over the past ten months or so has just died. Like a candle, snuffed out by the wind.

It was because of this that I was sitting at the computer, just as I had been for who knows how long, trying to find some way to get Bella back here with us as fast as possible.

I didn't know whether or not the rest of my family has noticed, but I have certainly noticed a familiarity in Edward's behaviour. He was withdrawing into himself again, closing himself off from the family as he used to do. I just hoped that it was my over active imagination going into overdrive.

He hadn't been around much, not wanting to stay in the house with us when he had his own a little ways away. We stayed with him at nights, you know, just to make sure he doesn't get lonely. I'm sure that he thinks its so he doesn't slip back into his old habits, but I'm sure that if he was, he would find a way all on his own. Something at the back of my mind told me that he already was, but I pushed it away, scolding myself for not having enough faith in my brother.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands. I had been searching on the internet all day, every day since Bella left and I was coming up empty. Maybe we didn't have a case at all. Maybe she really would have to stay there until she was eighteen. My mind worked quickly, flicking through dates. She was eighteen in under a month. She would be able to come back as soon as she turned eighteen. But knowing Bella, she wouldn't want to welch out on her school work in Phoenix. Although, when it came to Edward, she pretty much threw everything out of the window.

I shook my head and looked at the clock. I decided another hour of searching and then I was calling it quits for the day. Emmett had been badgering everyone about having a baseball game in the clearing not too far from our house. Even though he missed Bella sorely, he hated the negative atmosphere that was penetrating the house, and would do whatever he could to alleviate the tension.

I clicked on what felt like the millionth link, and I sat back in my chair, waiting for it to load, reading through the text that was on the screen in front of me.

I sat up in my chair as I read, a wide grin forming on my face.

This was it!

I quickly hit the print button, bouncing up and down in my seat, seeming to channel Alice in my excitement. But then again, it seemed that I had a good reason to be excited. This was it! This is what would bring Bella home!

As soon as it printed, I read it through, making sure it really was what I needed, I couldn't help but do a little happy dance in the middle of the living room, stopping quickly when I heard a door slam from somewhere within the house.

Emmett appeared at the top of the stairs as I was throwing my jacket on. "Hey, Jazz-"

"Can't talk, Em!" I shouted, grabbing the keys to my Ducati out of the bowl on the side. "I've found it!"

"Found what?" He asked confused, staring at me. I raised my eyebrows and a grin spread across his face. "You really found something?"

"Yes!" I shouted, ripping the door open.

"Wait!" Emmett ran out behind me, following. "Where you going?"

"Hospital." I made my way over to my beloved bike before Emmett grabbed my shoulder. "Emmett! I've got to get this to Dad." I waved the paper around and he grinned, dangling the keys to his Jeep from his finger.

"You really think I'm going to let you go on your own, did you?" He asked, winking at me in a mischievous way. Okay, creeped out. Erase from memory……………… Okay … done! "Come on."

He walked over to the enormous vehicle and hoisted himself up into the drivers' seat, motioning for me to get in. I should have known that there was no way that Emmett was going to let me go to the hospital to give this information to Dad on my own. I sprinted towards the Jeep and used my momentum to propel myself into the monster before strapping myself in.

We made it to the hospital in record time and we both leapt out after Emmett parked it, not to neatly across three parking spaces. He was gonna get a ticket for that one. But neither of us seemed to care. We practically ran into the hospital, me checking that I had the information I'd found tucked safely inside my jacket.

We walked quickly up to the reception desk, catching the eye of Steph, the receptionist as we approached.

"Hey, boys." She grinned at us and for the first time in weeks, we couldn't help but grin back. "Want me to page your father down?" We nodded.

"No need, Steph." I heard my Dad call as he strolled over to us, a look of worry on his face. Why was he worried? Oh, right he probably thought that we were here because someone was hurt. "Come, we'll talk in my office. He led the way up to his office and Emmett and I couldn't contain our grins as we followed our father. As soon as Emmett closed the door he sprang on us. "What's wrong? What's happened?"

"Nothing's wrong, Dad." I grinned at him and he looked confused at me. "Finally, everything's going to be right."

I handed him the paper and he looked at it skeptically before slowly unfolding it and reading what was written on the page in front of him. I knew when he had gotten to the most important bit because his face lit up, just like mine had.

He looked up at the two of us, his grin triumphant.

"This is exactly what we needed, Jasper." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Now, we just need to confirm this information and we'll have our Bella back."

"Do we tell Edward?" I asked, looking between Emmett and my father, who looked to be in deep thought over my question.

"No." He shook his head. "Not at the moment." I gaped at him, wondering what he could be thinking. "If we tell Edward that we've got a way to bring Bella home and it turns out that its not legit, it's going to destroy him. He's barely hanging on as it is.

"That makes sense." I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I had picked up that trait from my father. It was something we both did when we were stressed. I hadn't actually noticed that it was something that Edward did as well until he came out of hospital.

"Jasper." He was grinning again as he read the words written on the piece of paper again.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking between him and Emmett, who was also grinning wildly. Even though he hadn't read what was on the page in my father's hand, he knew that it would bring Bella home. It would bring her back to our family. And most importantly, back to Edward.

"This could change everything."

BPOV August 27th 3:12PM (AZ Time)

I had been in Phoenix for three weeks. And I hated it. I felt alone. Empty.

It had been just Renee and myself in the house, seeing as Phil was away on some training camp with his baseball team. I hadn't said a word to Renee since getting on that plane.

I hated her. I know that it's wrong to say you hate your parents, but I really really do. She had no idea about the relationship between Edward and I. She had no idea who he really was as a person. She had taken me away from the best thing that had ever happened to me, from my husband, and forced me to come back with her.

I hated her.

Even though I hated being in the same room as her, I didn't avoid her. I just didn't talk to her. It was the classic "I'm ignoring you" treatment. You know, the kind little kids do when they're put out. I don't care how childish I seem, if she wants to treat me like a child, then a child she shall have.

Phil had gotten back a few hours ago and I had exchanged a brief "hello" with him before Renee swooped in and monopolised his time.

She hadn't told him that I was married. He just thought that Edward was my boyfriend, and I doubted that Renee would appease his ignorance. Hell, if she wasn't going to, then I sure as fuck was.

At least I could talk to Phil and know that he wasn't a deranged psychopath like my mother. He would actually listen to me, whereas Renee would just spout off about how I was "too young to know what real love is" and that I was "being an irresponsible child".

I was safe in the knowledge that she couldn't do anything to terminate my marriage to Edward. He would always remain my husband. I didn't even want to think of Renee being able to do that, but unless I was mistaken, it's not possible for someone to file for divorce on someone else's behalf. I don't know. All I know is that internally I was doing a happy dance at the thought of being with Edward forever once I got away from Renee.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, picking away at a sandwich when Phil walked in. I looked up at him and smiled, though I'm sure it came out as more of a grimace.

"Jeez, Bells." He sighed, looking at me closely. "No offense, but you look like shit." Trust Phil to be blunt about it. "Bells, look at me." He said softly, sitting down on a chair across from me. I looked up into his soft blue eyes and saw only worry and fear there. "I'm only going to ask you this once, and I want you to give me an honest answer, okay?" I nodded, slowly, wondering what he was getting at. "Have you been eating properly? You've lost weight, hon. I could see that as soon as I walked in the door."

I thought about it for a moment. Had I been eating properly? I couldn't actually recall eating a proper meal since I'd been here. It had just been snacks through the day. There had been days where I hadn't eaten anything at all. I just wasn't hungry.

I shrugged, slightly. "I haven't been hungry." I sighed, still picking at the half eaten sandwich in front of me.

"Bells, you can't make yourself sick over this." He placed a hand over mine, took it away from the sandwich and laid it on the table, keeping his hand securely on top of it. "You're gonna do yourself some real damage if you don't start to eat soon."

"I don't know, Phil." I sighed again, looking at a knot in the wood of the table. "I just …… every time I make something to eat, either I make it and I don't want it anymore, or I'll take a few bites and feel ill. It just comes back up. I don't know…" I trailed off at the end, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

He took a deep breath, seeming to steady himself before speaking again. "You need to talk to your mother, Bells."

"The hell I do!" I spat back, the idea of talking to Renee making me seethe.

"Bella!" He warned, his expression growing stern. "You need to talk to her. The two of you need to sort this out and move on from it. It's not good for either of you."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, steadying myself. "What did she tell you, Phil? Tell me the truth. What did she say to you when you got back?"

"She told me that had been worried about you ever since that phonecall from Jacob a few months ago. She told me that she didn't like what she was hearing about this boyfriend of yours. That he's unstable and dangerous." I opened my mouth to protest to that but he held up a hand. "You asked me to tell you, so I'm telling you." I closed my mouth and slouched back in my chair. "She told me that she was scared for your safety. She kept in contact with Jacob, and apparently, he was telling her that this boy was especially charismatic and able to convince anyone to trust him, to like him, whatever. She told me that she went to Forks to get you before he could hurt you. She was vague about what happened, but I got the idea that it was explosive, yes?"

I nodded, closing my eyes again.

"First things first, Phil." I said gently, trying to calm myself after what I'd just heard. "What Renee has told you is complete bullshit."

"Language, Bella." He reprimanded me and I sent him an apologetic look.

"Sorry." I mumbled. "But it is." I sighed, willing myself to talk about my love who was over a thousand miles away. "The only reason Jacob phoned Renee is because he was jealous. He was jealous because I fell in love with Edward and not him." It was no secret how Jacob felt about me and Phil nodded, showing that he knew what I meant. "Edward is not unstable." I said softly, my voice shaking slightly. "He's had a hard life and he's so strong because of it." I looked into Phil's eyes and I knew that I could tell him anything. "Edward …… Edward lost his parents when he was seven. They were killed in a car crash and he blamed himself. He blamed himself for ten years. And because of that, he became extremely depressed and withdrawn. Not even his adoptive family could get through to him. And then …… then …… about a year ago." I closed my eyes, a tear running down my cheek, because it would have been a year ago, almost to the day. "About a year ago, he, um …… he tried to kill himself." I heard a small intake of breath come from across the other side of the table. "It's only because of his sister that he's alive. She went up to check on him and found him, unconscious, bleeding from … from …" I shook my head, not able to get rid of the visual of Edward, lying there in his own blood, slowly dying. Especially when I had seen the scars up close and personal almost every day for the last year or so.

"It's okay, Bells." He reassured me, giving my hand a quick squeeze. "I think I know what you're trying to say." I looked up at him and I saw that he did understand what I was trying to tell him and yet couldn't.

"After that, the whole family moved to Forks. And what with the family being new, everyone was obsessed with them." I choked out a sobbed laugh. "I have to admit, even though I could remember exactly what it was like being the new kid in town, I was intruiged as well." I sighed, gently, looking back down at the table. "But whereas everyone else was looking to try to go out with one of them or whatever, I don't know, I was instantly drawn to Edward. He just looked so sad and alone, even with his family surrounding him at lunch. I knew there was something wrong. Something that nobody else, besides his family, knew about."

"Well, you have always been perceptive about people." Phil chuckled and I smiled.

"The main thing that I noticed about him was that, at lunch, he didn't have a single bite of food." I shook my head as Phil's brow furrowed. "Not one. That made me wonder about him even more. I later found out, that along with his self harm, Edward also had, an in some ways, seeing as he's still in recovery, still has, an eating disorder." I heard another small gasp from Phil and I looked up to see a huge amount of pity and pain in his eyes. "When he moved to Forks he was severely anorexic and bulimic. He did it so that he could block out the pain of his parents death and so that he could feel something other than the guilt that overpowered him. I knew then, that I had to help him. That that was what I had to do no matter what.

"And I did. I was the first person, and in actual fact, the only person outside the family to know of Edward's problems. He told me that he felt like he couldn't lie to me or keep secrets from me. I tried to help him get better. His whole family did. Oh, Phil, you should meet his family. They are the kindest, most selfless people I've ever met. They'd do anything for Edward. And as I've recently learned, they'd do anything for me. They're the large family I never had." He nodded his head gently, not speaking so that I could continue with my story. "Well, we thought that he was getting better. But he wasn't. He was lying to us all. We only found out because someone threatened him because he was getting close to me. He had a heart attack in school and got taken to the hospital. It was then that I realised I was in love with him.

"I know what you're going to say. I'm only seventeen. I'm not old enough to know what real love is." I sighed and Phil shook his head, gesturing with his hand for me to carry on with my story. He looked deep in thought, mulling over the newly acquired information. "After he was released form Forks Hospital, we took him to an eating disorders clinic in Seattle. I stayed there with him for a little under two months, until they felt that he was ready to tackle this on his own. Of course, I went to see him every weekend, and he was improving. He was getting healthy again, Phil." My voice cracked and tears were flowing freely down my face now. I didn't care. It was only Phil. He'd seen me cry before.

"He was in there for eight months and when he came out ……… he was a completely different person. Where he'd been withdrawn and invtroverted before, shying away from everything and everyone, he was laughing and joking around with his family. He was healthy, Phil. For the first time in ten years, he was healthy." I sighed again, looking at my left hand which rested in my lap, watching as the light from the kitchen glistened off of each of the diamonds embedded into my engagement ring and wedding band. "I'd never seen him so happy. But then …… then Jacob came around." I could hear my voice becoming harsh now as I recalled what Jacob had said to Edward. "He'd been out of the clinic for a matter of days, two weeks at the most and it was his eighteenth birthday. Of course, his family being his family, held a party for him. Jacob was there, and he said some pretty horrible stuff to him. He um, he called him, and I'm quoting so don't have a go at me about this, 'a fucked up little freak'. I had never been so mad,and it was obvious why Jacob did it.

"It was after that that Jacob called Renee and fed her all those lies about Edward being unstable and dangerous or whatever. Edward isn't unstable. He's really not. He's just had a hard time dealing with what's happened in his life. And there is nothing dangerous about Edward. If you met him, then you'd know what I mean. I don't think that he's able to hurt a fly." I sighed, resting my left hand on top of Phil's, intentionally bringing to light my engagement and wedding bands. "I love him so much. It's like, I've left half of myself in Washington. The only half that means anything, that makes sense at all. I feel …… empty."

I looked at Phil to see him staring at my left hand and I had to control myself greatly to suppress a smirk. I had been right. Renee hadn't told him about my marriag to Edward, complete with blessing.

"Phil, are you okay?" I asked, looking into his eyes. He looked up at me, his eyes serious now.

"Bella?" His voice sounded strong and weak at the same time. "Are those what I think they are?" I nodded. "When?"

"Five weeks ago." I sighed. "I'm not Swan anymore. I am now Mrs. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Mrs. Isabella Marie Cullen." I sighed, smiling at how much I loved my name with his on the end. I showed Phil the crest and he smiled.

"Bells, if you married this boy, what are you doing here?" He asked, seriousness in his voice. He probably thought I was stupid to leave Edward back in Forks. I hated that I didn't have a choice.

"I didn't have a choice." I whispered and his brow furrowed.

"What do you mean, 'didn't have a choice'? Of course you had a choice, Bella." He actually sounded a little pissed now.

"Renee … she told us that if I didn't come back with her then she'd involved the State police in the custody arrangement that she and my Dad have over me and-"

"Wait, what?!" Phil held up his hand, stopping me. "Bella, you're married." I nodded. Way to point out the obvious, Phil. "The custody agreement is null and void."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Bella, your parents don't have any legal rights to you anymore. You don't have to do what they say. You always had the choice of coming back here or staying in Washington." He explained and suddenly realisation washed over his face. "You didn't know that did you?" I shook my head, tears pooling in my eyes again. These weren't tears of sadness or rememberence, as the ones before had been. These were tears of anger. "If a person under the age of eighteen marries with consent of one or both of the parents, then after the marriage, the child is emancipated." He rubbed his forehead with his fingers, sighing softly. "Your mother has no legal rights to you anymore. Neither does your father. Technically, since you are still seventeen, your welfare is in the hands of your husband."

"So I didn't have to come here?" I closed my eyes and whispered harshly.

"No, you didn't." Phil confirmed. "You always had the choice. You didn't have to come with Renee."

"Thank you, Phil." I sighed, leaning over the table and giving him a hug.

"You gonna go back to Forks?" He asked and I nodded. "Good. Sounds like you've got a hell of a husband waiting for you." He grinned at me and I smiled back.

"There's something I have to do first." I said gently, pushing myself away from the table.

I slowly walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs, heading towards the room I knew Renee would be in. I was seeing red at this point. She had lied to me! She had lied to me just to get me to come with her. How on earth am I related to this woman.

I knocked on the door and I heard a muffled "come in" come from the other side. I opened the door and stepped into the room, straddling the threshold.

"Bella?" She got up off of the chair she was sitting on and made her way towards me, her arms outstretched, expecting a hug and for me to talk to her again. I stepped fully into the room, and held up my hand, signalling for her to stop. She did just in front of me with a look of confusion on her face.

I wish I knew what I was going to say, what I was going to do at this point in time.

And then I did the only thing that I could think of. The only thing that would be even remotely affective on someone as hard headed as Renee.

My hand swung up from my side and violently, forcefully made contact with her cheek, her head jolting it the other way, a resounding 'crack' hanging in the air a few seoncds afterwards.

I wasn't normally one for violence, but hey, it was the only thing I could think of doing. I wanted answers from her and I wanted them now.

And I was sure as hell going to get them.