okay, since I keep forgetting to do this I Do Not Own Twilight!

You can't help me. . .No one can. . .

BPOV

Afterwards, everything was a blur to me. I remember couple of people, including Alice, trying to talk to me. But they soon left me alone, seeing I wasn't in the mood to talk.

After the party, after everyone left, Alice and I went back to our rooms. The party had exhausted her and she was ready to go to sleep.

"So, Bella, what did you think of the party?"

". . .Hmmmm?" I answered her, not really interested.

"Bella! What did you think of the party?" Alice just got out of the shower and was snuggling under her covers, as I was "getting ready" to take a shower.

"Oh, it was great. Yea, thanks Alice." I tried to put on a smile for her, but I guess it ended up as a grimace, because she frowned at me.

She sat up in her bed, "Look Bella, if you're upset or something, don't hesitate to ask. . Okay? Cuz I'm right here for you. . ." She trailed off for a moment before, "You are okay, aren't you? Do you want to talk about something?"

She truly looked concered for me, no ones ever looked at me with such concern before, except for. . . .No, Bella, don't think about him. . .You're strong and independent, and you're facing your hell tonight, I need to pull myself together.

I smiled at her, a true smile this time, and said "Thanks, but I'm okay. . .I guess I'm just tired too." Please buy the story, please don't question me any further

She looked surprised, "Oh, well, okay. I'm tired too, so goodnight, I suppose. . .I just thought that since you saw him and that whore together, you . . . " The rest of the sentence she mumbled, too low for me to hear.

Obviously, I knew who she was talking about, but now is not the time to be thinking about that, I'm saving lives today, not thinking about my broken heart.

I turned off the lights, and waited an hour, usually Alice needs an hour to get to sleep. Then I grabbed my bag that I've been packing, making it look like I've been "getting ready" to shower, slung it over my shoulder, and opened the window, preparing to climb out of it.

Now, I know what you're thinking, climbing out of a second story window, Bella! That's dangerous! And yes, it is dangerous, and that's why I recommend you not to do it, unless it was an emergency.

Given the time that I was with Charlie, I learned to climb out of my window from my room, which was on the second floor. Where did I escape to? you say. . . .

Well, I escaped to my friend, only friend, Anaïs Salisbury, her parents are French, so she can speak French and English. She was the only one who knew what Charlie did to me, she told me to get help, but I'd always refuse and I made her promise that she wouldn't do anything without me knowing, like calling the pol,ice, saying that would put me in more trouble.

She was the most sweetest, cutest, most considerate person you could ever meet, she had fair skin, pale blond hair that was always in ringlets, with striking sky blue eyes. She was petite, standing at 5'0 and when you first meet her, you have an overwhelming sense of trying to protect her. But don't let that fool you, she has a black belt in all martial arts, and the top of her level.

The last time I saw her was when I was 16, I got caught running away from Charlie, he saw Anaïs with me and leered at us, I had a very bad feeling. . .

Flashback

Charlie was being suspiciously kind to us, he beckoned us into our home, and led us to the living room sofa. He gave us water, I looked at Anaïs with warning, telling her not to trust him. I drank the water first, nothing happened, so I guess it was okay. Anaïs drank some too and nothing happened.

Charlie started talking to us about school, and watched TV with us, soon I was getting tired, I looked over to Anaïs, and saw her eyes drooping and fall asleep. I'm such an idiot, the water was filled with dissolved sleeping pills, was the last thing I thought as my eyes shut and I drifted into sleep.

When I woke up, it was morning, all the events of the night before came rushing back to me, I looked around to see that I was in my room, my bed, with pajamas on. I went downstairs to see if Anaïs was still crashed on the couch. But no, I only saw Charlie there watching some football on the sports channel.

"Where's Anaïs?" I asked him, besides the whole abuse thing, Charlie could actually be a normal person, a caring parent for once, but lately I'm starting to see less and less of that side since he's drinking more now.

He looked up, confused, "Who?"

I got impatient, "She was here yesterday, you know. The girl that was with me!"

Charlie frowned, "Bells, you must have been dreaming, yesterday, you got home from school, we had our rendevouz, and you got tired and went to sleep right after that. No one was here." He said it so earnestly, his face hiding no emotions, that it seemed impossible for him to lie about it.

So I just let it go. . .For him. But later on I went to Anaïs's house, her parents opened the door.

Mr. and Mrs. Salisbury were the most oddest couples i've ever met. They were so much the opposite of each other, and they would act so awkward when they were together, like they weren't really a couple. Mr. Laurent Salisbury was a African French man, with his dark hair always in dreadlocks, he was also very tall, taller than most men his age, which I thought was somewhere between 25-30, while Mrs. Victoria Salisbury, was pale skinned, with dark red, flaming hair, she looked somewhere around 20-25.

You see, Anaïs was adopted, that's why her parents are young looking and they don't look alike.

Anyways, I asked them if Anaïs was there. And the funny thing is they looked at me blankly.

"Who?" they both asked.

"Your daughter, you know blond hair, blue eyes. . ." I told them.

Mrs. Salisbury looked at me kindly, "Bella, I think your confused, we never had a daughter named Anaïs, we don't have any kids at all. I'm sorry but. . .I don't think this is the right house your looking for.

With that they went back inside. I went to the police, surely they have some proof that Anaïs lived here, but nope, no documents about Anaïs Salisbury anywhere.

Anaïs was homeschooled, so no one else would have seen her, we know each other because her parents were Charlie's friend and they would come over for dinner sometimes. Sometimes as in, whenever Charlie wasn't in his violent moods, which was once every month.

But this was weird, where was Anaïs? I know she was real. . Somehow I knew Charlie was behind this.

I looked for her, but as the days went by, there was never any sign of her, and I got worn out and tired. I stopped searching.

Flashback End

But now that I'm going to see Charlie again, on different terms now, I might as well get answers this time.

I slid out of the window and climbed down carefully, landing with a soft thud.

I ran to the parking lot swiftly, when I found out I didn't know where in the parking lot I had to meet James.

I was looking around frantically when someone came from behind me and put a cloth over my mouth. I tried to fight against the person, but I started to feel weak, my eyelids started to fall as I succombed to the darkness.

omg, im so sorry, but with the big earthquake, giant tsunami and just stuff going around (dont ask), i kinda stopped this for a while. . .as you could tell, but now, it might take me a while to post chapters, but hang in there with me people, ill try to get the whole story done before i graduate.