Chapter Fifteen – (Letter from the past)

BPOV

It's the First of November today, and it's been three weeks since Esme's offer to cook with her. Edward and I have been better than ever, I'm becoming a lot more comfortable with him now. I raid through my closet, trying to find something to wear to school. I settle for dark blue jeans, a purple oversized t shirt and my black leather jacket. I step in front of the mirror and smile lightly to myself. My fashion sense has gotten a lot better since becoming friends with Alice and Rose. I run my hands through my hair and put on a bit of lip gloss. I grab my school books and shove them in my back pack before heading downstairs.

I place my bag on the kitchen bench then go to the cupboards, grab out the Pop-tarts and put them in the toaster. I go to the fridge, get the milk and pour a glass as I wait for the Pop-tarts to finish cooking. Once they're finished, I sit at the bench and nibble on them slowly. I woke up half an hour earlier than usual this morning, so I take my time eating breakfast for once.

Halfway through my second Pop-tart, I hear Charlie moving around upstairs mumbling to himself. Charlie has been beyond grumpy over the past few weeks. Ever since Edward and I started dating, he's been in a foul mood ten times worse than he normally is. He's always picking fights with me and drinking to the extent that he's been suspended from Chief of Police until he gets his act together. Which I honestly find pointless because he isn't going to just change overnight.

I begin to scarf the rest of the food down to leave before he comes downstairs. I quickly rinse the plate and glass. I grab my bag off the bench and head for the door. If I thought I could avoid Charlie, I was wrong. There he is standing in front of the door with a scowl on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to school."

"Is your boyfriend picking you up again?"

I roll my eyes at the emphasis of the word boyfriend.

"No, actually. I'm driving myself, so can you please get out of the way so I can get going. I don't want to be late."

"You still have five minutes before you have to leave. What? Don't want to spend some time with your dear old dad?"

"Well aren't you perceptive this morning."

"Don't talk to me in that tone, young lady."

"Or what? You'll hit me again? Go ahead, do it."

He clenches his hands into fists and glares at me so hard the term "if looks could kill" invades my mind. He stalks toward me slowly, but I hold my ground. I'm not letting him intimidate me anymore. He stands right in front of me, only inches away from my face. He stares into my eyes with such intense force that I don't dare to look away.

"You're going to screw things up with that boy, you know. He's going to see the real you and leave you just like your mother did. Because nobody wants you."

I feel my eyes begin to sting as his lips turn up into and evil grin. He may not have hit me, but sometimes words can be stronger than physical violence.

"I hate you." I tell him through my teeth before pushing past him and running out the door.

I pull into the parking lot, my eyes automatically looking around to find Edward. I spot him as I park my truck. My lips curl into a small smile as he sees me, his mouth turning into that smirk I love. I look at myself in my rearview mirror. My eyes are a bit red from crying, but at least my face isn't blotchy and bright red like it normally goes. He makes his way towards me as I get out of the truck. His eyebrows nit together in concern as he can clearly see my red eyes. I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around his waist. I feel his lips on top of my head. I sigh contently before pulling away.

"What happened?" he asks me quietly.

"Just Charlie being Charlie."

"Are you okay?"

"I am now."

He smiles at me before leaning down and placing his lips to mine. He cups my face with his hands as I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers into his hair. He smiles against my lips before licking my bottom lip. I open my mouth to him, sighing in pleasure as our tongues connect. This is what I need — Edward and his amazing kissing.

Someone clears their throat behind us. I blush as I untangle myself from Edward. He lays his arm across my shoulders.

"You two are revolting," Rose says with mock disgust on her face.

"You can't talk. You and Emmet are animals when you make out," I reply with a smirk on my face.

She rolls her eyes before smiling at me and walking away. Edward entwines his hand through mine and leads us to class.

Mr. Banner is his normal chipper self during Biology. He gives us yet another partner assignment. Not that I'm complaining, really, because that just means I get to spend more time with Edward. This class is fairly easy. I was always one of those weird kids that grew up interested in Biology. My mom and dad bought me so many books on the subject that I've always been at the top of the class.

On Tuesday, Alice meets me outside my classroom to walk to gym with me. This has become a routine. I don't know how many times I've said I hate Gym, but today is even worse because we're playing dodge ball. I am going to be the number one target for Lauren and her stupid posy. Alice and I change quickly before heading out into the hall.

"Don't worry about it, Bella. You'll be fine, I promise."

"Thanks, Alice. But I don't think even you can protect me from Lauren's wrath when she has a ball in her hand and has permission to pelt it at me."

"Well, if she does anything major, you can easily get Rose onto her again."

I roll my eyes and laugh at what that would entail on Lauren's behalf. Alice smiles at me before walking over to the stand that's holding all the balls. She grabs two then walks back to me. Coach Clapp walks through the doors, holding a ball on her hip.

"Alright, girls. The rules are: no using team mates as body shields; no pelting the balls with inappropriate force; and do not throw the ball at an opponent's head. Get in your positions."

The whistle is blown before I even realize it. Alice grabs my arm and pulls me out of the way just as a ball goes flying past my waist. I look up and notice Lauren with an evil grin on her face. My god, she is definitely on a mission. Well, isn't this going to be fun?

The game gets down to Lauren, Jessica, some other girl I don't know on one side, and Alice, myself and Angela Webber on the other. I think Angela surprised us all; I wouldn't have picked her as someone who would be very sporty. Alice throws the ball and hits Jessica in the stomach. She narrows her eyes at Alice. Alice smiles sweetly back at her before giving her the bird. This gets a bit of a laugh out of Angela and I. The other girl throws the ball at Angela while she's off guard. I pat her on the back before she walks away and sits on the bleachers. Lauren pegs the ball right at my head. It's like everything happens in slow motion, I can't duck out of the way because she's thrown it so fast. I see it coming towards me; I manage to turn my head to the side the tiniest bit. The ball connects with my head. I stumble backwards and fall to the ground. I sit on the ground for a few seconds before snapping out of my stupor. I jump back up and head towards Lauren.

"What the fuck, Lauren?" I scream as I continue to walk towards her.

"What's wrong, Swan? I thought you'd be used to getting smacked in the face by now."

I don't know what comes over me, but the shy, embarrassed Bella I thought I was cowers away and a more confident, pissed off Bella overtakes me.

"You fucking bitch! You don't know shit!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess. Snap the fuck out of it. You're a nobody. No one likes you. You have no friends apart from the new freaks, who might I add, probably only felt sorry for you when they saw you. I don't really blame them though, gossip runs through this town faster than lightening. I'm sure they heard about your mom–"

"I will fucking kill you!" I scream before lunging at her. We fall to the ground. I land on top of her and begin to throw punches at her. She covers her face with her arms before grabbing my hair and biting me on the arm. "You don't know anything about me or my mother!"

The tears begin to fall down my face as I continue to hit her.

"Get the fuck off me, you psycho!" she yells.

"Bella, stop!" I hear Alice yell. "Edward, go get her!" she adds in a panicked voice.

I feel an electric shock shoot through me and I know its Edward's hands encircling around my arms and pulling me off Lauren.

"Get off me!" I scream through a sob.

"Bella," he whispers in my ear. He holds onto me as I slide down his body and onto the ground.

"Edward," I choke out his name.

"Shh. It's okay, baby."

He wraps his arms around me as I sob into his chest.

"I hate her," I whisper

"I know."

He rubs circles on my back and rocks me back and forth.

"Coach Clapp said we can take her outside away from everyone," Alice whispers to Edward.

I wipe at my eyes and take a deep breath before looking up at Alice. She gives me a small smile before putting her hand out to me. I take it. She and Edward pull me up on my feet. Edward wraps his arms around my waist and leads me out of the gym doors. Alice walks beside us.

"Lauren tried to get her in trouble, but Clapp told her to get off her high horse because it was her own fault," she says as we walk into the cafeteria.

"What happened anyway?" Edward asks. "Bella?"

I don't answer.

"She was being really horrible saying nobody likes her and we're only her friends because we feel sorry for her. Then she said something about her mom and Bella just lost it."

The rest of the day goes by fairly quickly. During lunch, everyone tries engaging me into conversation, but I don't speak to anyone. I lean up against Edward's chest as he plays with my hair and plants kisses on my temple.

At the end of the day Edward walks me to my truck and pecks me on the lips before walking away and getting into his car. I drive home, make dinner, have a shower and as I lay on my bed, everything Lauren said to me comes flooding back. Once again, I cry myself to sleep.

The next day I still feel a bit low, but Alice brightens up my mood as soon as I meet her in English. I give her a small smile as I take my seat.

"Everyone heard about what happened yesterday. I think they're all a bit scared of you now."

"I don't really remember what happened to be honest."

"You must have had a rage block."

"A what?" I ask through a laugh.

"A rage block. You know, getting so mad that your mind blocks out what you're doing."

"Right." I give her an odd look before rolling my eyes, causing her to laugh.

"Alice. Bella. Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" Mr. Berty says in an annoyed voice.

"No, sir," Alice replies through a giggle.

"Young lady, might I ask what you find so funny?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Berty. She's just had too much sugar. Sorry," I reply, giving him a polite smile. He quirks his brow at me then gives a light nod.

"Very well then."

Mr. Berty begins to explain today's lesson and also hands back our assignment on Romeo and Juliet. I know the play and films backwards so I aced it with flying colors.

"So, anyway. How are things with you and Edward?" she asks me in a whisper.

"They're good."

"Just good?" she asks with a smirk on her face, I narrow my eyes at her and sigh as I lean back into my seat.

"It's going really great, miss nosy. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know? I'm just glad you guys are together."

"Me too."

Alice stares at me with a sly smile on her face. I quirk my brow at her causing her grin to become bigger.

"Just spit it out, Alice."

"Are you guys official now then?"

"What?"

"You know, you were dating at first. So are you official boyfriend and girlfriend yet?"

I'm caught so off guard she keeps looking at me expectantly.

"Oh, um. Yeah, we are." I smile at her sheepishly as a blush runs into my cheeks.

"Oh, my god. That's great!" she exclaims in a whispered voice.

"Girls. If you can't keep quiet, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Keep your conversations for lunch time please."

"Sorry, sir," Alice and I say in unison.

Everyone stares at me and whisper to each other as I make my way down the hall to Trig on Thursday. I usually have Rose walking by my side, but for some reason she didn't meet me out the front of my English class like she normally does. I stand outside of my classroom door for a few minutes and take a peek through the door window before going in. Mr. Varner isn't in the class yet. Everyone is sitting on top of desks and leaning up against the walls talking to each other. As soon as I walk in and they notice me, they go quiet and stare. Jessica looks up from her seat and glares at me. I walk to my seat and sit down, keeping my eyes on my desk and not on anyone else in the room. Rosalie walks in the room just as the second warning bell rings. Mr. Varner still hasn't turned up, but everyone else gets in their seats anyway.

"Hey. How are you?" Rose asks as she takes her seat.

"Yeah, good. Thanks."

She quirks her brow at me.

"No, seriously. I heard what happened. I can't believe that fucking bitch. I was wondering when you were going to finally snap at her, though."

I sigh and lean down on my desk, resting my head on my arms as I look up at her.

"I'm fine, Rose. I don't even remember it. All I remember is her saying all that horrible stuff and then lunging for her. Then, just blank."

"Hmmm, well. I wish I was there to see you lose it. That would have been entertaining." Her lips turn up into sly grin. I can tell she's picturing everything in her head now. When she looks back at me, I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"Everyone keeps staring at me and whispering about me when I walk past. It's so embarrassing."

"Don't worry about it. At least no one will give you any more trouble now."

"Sorry I'm late, class. Meeting ran over time," Mr. Varner says as he enters the room.

He begins to scribble on the chalk board at a fast pace to start his class lesson. I really hate Trigonometry. I think it's the most ridiculous form of Math invented, and I have no idea why it's essential. Why the hell do I want to know about triangles and the relationships between their sides and the angles between sides? Even that sentence is confusing. I mean, it's not like I want to be some sort of astronomer or something.

A piece of paper hits me on my forehead before falling to my desk. Confusion covers my features as I open it.

I can't believe what you did to Lauren.
You are such a psycho.
You better watch your back.

I know that handwriting anywhere. I look up and meet Jessica's narrowed eyes. I look back down at the paper and begin to write a response.

You can't believe what I did to her?
What about what she did to me?
Humiliating me in front of everyone and saying those horrible things to me.
I may not remember doing what I did, but she sure as hell deserved it.
So kindly, fuck off.

I scrunch up the paper and throw it at her as hard as I can. It won't do much damage considering its only paper, but I think she gets the point. I watch her as she reads it. If it's even possible, her eyes narrow even further towards the paper before she looks up at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she hisses at me.

"Nothing. It's not my fault you two have nothing better to do than harass me."

"Yeah? And it's not our fault that you're a fucking loser. Lauren is right, you know. Edward is going to wake up one day and wonder what the hell he's doing with someone like you. You're pathetic."

Rosalie stands up so abruptly that her seat scrapes against the floor, creating a screeching sound so loud it makes me jump.

"She's pathetic? You're pathetic! Who the fuck do you think you are? Edward is my brother so I think I know him pretty well. What? Do you think he belongs with someone like you?"

"I. That's not what I –"

"That's not what you meant?" She cuts Jessica off. "What did you mean then? Because Edward would not touch you or Lauren with a twenty foot pole."

"Miss Hale," Mr. Varner interrupts her, but she continues over the top of him.

"You seriously need to stop obsessing over Edward and harassing Bella for no reason."

"Miss Hale," Mr. Varner says a little louder.

"So you better keep your mouth shut and leave Bella alone, or I will make you."

"Miss Hale! That's quite enough," Mr. Varner says in a loud voice. Finally getting Rosalie's attention. "I think you should go to the principal's office."

Rosalie's eyes go wide as she turns to face him.

"Are you kidding me? She's harassing my friend and you send me to the principal's office?" she asks in disbelief.

"You threatened another student, Rosalie. I can't over look that."

"So what! She's a stupid little bitch who keeps harassing Bella!"

"Enough, Rosalie. Go to the principal's office. Now."

"This is fucking bullshit," she mumbles as she grabs her bag and storms out the door.

The rest of Trig goes by in a blur. Jessica keeps her eyes at the front of the class and keeps her opinionated letters to herself.

On Friday during lunch, Rosalie walks over to the table with an annoyed look on her face. She throws all of her weight down when she sits in her chair. She lets out an annoyed sigh as she crosses her arms across her chest.

"What happened?" Alice asks in concern.

"The principal called me up to his office. He's decided to suspend me! Can you believe that?"

"What does that mean? Like suspend you from school?" I ask horrified. This is my entire fault.

"It's an in-school suspension. I only have to have all my classes in some isolated room."

"For how long?" Edward asks.

"A week."

"A week? You mean I'm not gonna see you during school for a fucking week? That's not fair!" Emmett complains.

"It's only a week, Em. And I get to come out at lunch. Calm down, I'll be out in no time. I'm going to kill that fucking bitch, though."

"Isn't that what got you in this position in the first place, Rose? For threatening her?" Jasper asks.

"Whatever," she mumbles under her breath.

"It's going to be interesting watching you tell Mom and Dad about this," He adds with a smirk on his face.

"It'll be alright. Like she said, we still get to see her at lunch," Alice says with confidence in her voice.

"I'm so sorry, Rose," I apologize.

"Don't stress it, Bella."

I sigh and lean back into Edward's chest. He kisses me on the top of my head and begins to play with my hair. Everyone talks about how the party went and how good everyone looked. They then continue to talk about what they're going to do on the weekend.

"Come over this afternoon," Edward whispers in my ear. I smile to myself before looking up at him.

"Okay," I reply. He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips.

When we walk into his house, Esme and Carlisle are lounging on the couch together. Esme smiles at me just as Carlisle waves at us. I smile and wave back before Edward entwines our hands and walks us into the living room. He sits down on one of the single couches, pulling me onto his lap. A blush covers my cheeks as I fidget around until I get comfortable.

"It's nice to see you again, Bella," Carlisle greets me.

"You too, Carlisle." I smile at him before tucking a strand of hair behind my hair.

"How are you, honey?" Esme asks with concern in her eyes. I give her a puzzled look, which gets me a sheepish smile from her. "I heard about the incident at school," she adds.

"Oh, I'm okay. I don't really, um. Remember much of it." I look down at my hands embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed, Bella. It's very common for that to happen," Carlisle says.

"What do you mean?" I ask intrigued.

"Well, if someone has a lot on their mind and have been bottling a lot of feelings inside. When they finally snap, the mind blocks out the trauma when the emotions and body take over the brain." So that's what Alice was babbling on about. He gives me a small smile before leaning over and resting his hand over mine. "Have you thought about counseling, Bella?" he asks me.

"What the fuck, Carlisle? She isn't crazy, she doesn't need counseling. Anyone would have reacted the way she did towards Lauren."

"Edward. You don't know what Bella has been through. You don't know what's happened in her past," he says in a stern voice.

"Neither do you!" Edward says raising his voice.

I look between them before taking a breath and speaking.

"I'm still here, you know," I say softly before adding. "I've had counseling. It didn't help."

"How long did you do it for?" he asks, still holding onto my hand.

"Not long. Like I said, it didn't work."

"Did you open up completely to the counselor?"

"I don't like talking to strangers," I say quietly. He squeezes my hand before letting it go and leaning back into the couch.

"What about friends? Did you try talking to them?"

"Jesus Christ, Dad. Will you leave her alone?" Edward groans. I turn around to face him before leaning into him. I rarely hear him call Carlisle Dad. I cup his cheek and look into his eyes.

"Its okay, Edward," I reassure him before pecking him on the lips. I've never had anyone look out for me the way he does. Well, not since my mom left.

"I didn't have any friends until you moved to town," I tell Carlisle. "Well, I had Jessica. But we had a falling out," I add.

"What? You two were friends?" Edward asks in disbelief.

"Best friends," I whisper.

Edward wraps his arms around my waist before sitting up.

"Well, bugger me. Why is she such a bitch to you?"

"Um…"

"Mom, Dad. I have something I have to tell you," Rosalie interrupts. Thank god. I sigh a relief for the attention being off me.

"I don't think I like the sound of that," Esme says in a concerned voice.

"Mmm, I don't think you will either."

"What's happened?" Carlisle asks. Rosalie purses her lips and looks at me. I give her a small apologetic smile. She looks back to her parents.

"Well, I kind of... got suspended."

"You what?" Carlisle says in an annoyed voice.

"I'm sorry! Jessica was being a real bitch to Bella. She and Lauren just will not leave her alone!"

"What did you do Rosalie?" Esme asks in a calm voice.

"I had a go at her, and I may or may not have threatened her a little."

"Rosalie, I know you're passionate about when people mess with your friends and family, but you just can't do that kind of thing, sweetie."

"I just had enough of her bullshit. It's only an in school suspension."

"That's not the point, Rosalie," Carlisle says through an exasperated sigh.

"I know. I'm sorry," she says softly before finally looking into her father's eyes. He rolls his eyes and smiles at her. She smiles back and breathes a sigh of relief. "So what's my punishment?" She asks.

"Well you seem to have already been punished by the school, so I'm not sure what else we can do," Esme says.

"Esme," Carlisle says firmly before adding. "We can confiscate her phone for a week."

"Argh, seriously, Dad?" Rose whines.

"Yes, seriously," Carlisle says in a firm voice.

"Fine," she complains before walking out of the room. Edward begins to get up, I hold onto his arms as I slide off him.

"Alright, well we're just gonna go hang out in my room," he says as he entwines our hands and walks us out of the room.

"Leave the door open," Carlisle calls out to us.

Edward scoffs and shakes his head. "Fat chance," he says in an amused voice.

Once we're in his room, we lay on the bed in our usual positions. We lay there in silence while he plays with my hair and I trace little circles on his arms and hands.

"When did you and Jessica stop being friends?" He asks me out of nowhere. My whole body freezes abruptly. Edward continues to play with my hair.

"When we were thirteen," I reply quietly.

"Why?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time to listen." He kisses my forehead. I sigh and snuggle closer to him. I can feel his eyes on me. I look up at him.

"My mom left when I was twelve. I guess I just shut down and she got sick of it."

"What do you mean by she left?"

I look away, untangle myself from him and sit up. I wrap my arms around my legs, resting my chin on my arms.

"I don't know. She left. She doesn't live with us anymore. I really don't want to talk about this right now, Edward." I can feel my eyes begin to sting. Edward notices this and gives me a small smile before taking my hand and pulling me over to him, wrapping his arms around me.

"It's okay, you don't have to." I breathe a sigh of relief before turning my face into the crook of his neck, placing a kiss there.

"Thank you," I whisper.

A few hours pass by the time there's a knock on his door. Esme pops her head around the door before walking in. She smiles at us then sits at the end of Edward's bed.

"Didn't Carlisle tell you to keep the door open?" She asks with a smirk on her face.

"Like that will ever happen," Edward replies, also with a smirk on his face.

"Right, well. I just came up to see if Bella would like to stay for dinner." Her eyes find mine. I bite my bottom lip as I sit up.

"It's that late already?" I ask. She nods her head. "I actually think I should head home soon, Esme. But thank you for asking." I smile at her sheepishly before wrapping my arms around my legs again.

"That's alright, honey." She places her hand on top of my arm and squeezes it before adding, "I was also wondering, since it's been a few weeks since i asked, if you'd like to come over tomorrow and have a little cooking session with me?"

My lips automatically turn up into a smile. I was wondering when she would ask me to come over and cook with her. I have to admit, I do miss cooking just for fun. The only time I ever cook these days is for Charlie's dinner or when I need to whip up something quick. I nod my head before saying, "That would be great. I'll call Edward when I'm leaving."

She kisses Edward and I on our cheeks before leaving the room. As soon as the door closes, Edward wraps his arms around me, pulls me on top of him, and then rolls us over so he's laying over me. He brushes my hair out of my face before cupping my cheek. He leans down slowly and presses his lips to mine. I smile against his lips before kissing him back. My arms make their way up his back into the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me. I bite his bottom lip softly causing him to chuckle before darting his tongue inside my mouth. I moan as our tongues begin to assault each other. My breathing becomes heavier as he pulls away and begins to kiss my jaw, traveling down to my neck and collarbone.

"I should probably go," I whisper.

"No," he says, planting another kiss on my jaw.

"Edward. I really have to go."

"Mmmm." He kisses me on the side of my mouth. I chuckle to myself, placing my hand on his chest and push him away lightly. He pouts his lips at me before looking into my eyes and gracing me with his crooked grin.

"Fine," he mumbles before climbing off of me and standing at the side of his bed, looking down at me. I automatically miss the warmth of his body against mine. I sigh before getting up. I entwine my hand with his and lead us downstairs. We walk to my car. He kisses me softly on the lips before opening the car door for me. I climb in and wave to him before I drive away.

When I arrive home, Charlie isn't home. I go to the kitchen and pick up the phone, dialing Harry's number. He answers on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Harry. It's Bella, is Charlie there?"

"Oh hey, Bella. Yeah he is did you want to speak to him?"

"No it's alright, Harry. Just wanted to know where he was. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Was just about to order some pizza, actually. Sorry Bells."

"No, that's alright, thanks Harry."

"Bye, Bella."

"Bye."

I hang the phone back onto the wall. I go to the freezer and pull out the left over ravioli that Esme gave me from last week. I clean up the dirty dishes while I wait for it to cook. Once it's done, I eat it slowly, letting my mind wander. I can't believe I told Edward about my mother. I may not have given him the whole story because it became too hard to keep talking. But telling him felt good. Like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I've never felt like this before in my life. It's such a strange feeling. If my mom was here she would tell me that I'm falling in love, but I know it can't be that. I'm too messed up to fall in love. And I'm way too young and vulnerable. I've been hurt way too much to let myself feel that strongly about someone, just to have it taken away from me.

I wash the dish and cutlery before heading upstairs. I have a quick shower. Once I'm done, I wrap the towel around me and head into my room. While I'm dressing, I realize I accidentally left my pajama shorts in Charlie's pile of washing. I go into Charlie's room and look around, I can't find them anywhere. I don't know why, but something makes me look under his bed and there they are. As I grab them, I see an envelope. I pick it up and take it into my room.

I hang my towel over my desk chair before opening the envelope. Inside is a letter addressed to Charlie. I know it's rude to read other people's mail and what not, but I'd know that handwriting anywhere; it's my mothers. I open the letter and I read it.

Charlie,
I know it's been a while since you've heard from me.
But I just wanted to know how you and Bella are doing.
I'm so sorry for leaving the way I did, but I have my reasons.
I have a lot to explain to you, so I hope I hear back from you soon.
Love, Renee.

Once I've finished reading what it says. I notice the date from when it was sent. April 16th 2009. Last year. The tears pool up in my eyes and fall over as I sit down on my bed, the letter falling from my fingers.

My writers block is finally gone! I have discovered that music blaring in my ears is what helps me write. I wrote this within two days. I cannot express how happy i am that my head is finally back to normal. Thank you all so much for your kind words and support. I can't believe I'm up to chapter 15 already. I've outlined my story, and it's going to be roughly around 41 chapters including the Epilogue... Wow, that's really long... So i don't blame you if you end up flouncing. But if you don't it will be very appreciated :) Thankyou SO MUCH to my amazing Beta Jenndur. You are seriously too amazing. I don't know what i would do without you. xoxox

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