Mega short chapter. Just felt like writing more and ended up writing another chapter. But it's nearly 11pm so best head off to bed! Hope ya like it.

"Isabells?"

"Oh my god! Rissy, it's really you!" I squealed before I launched myself at her, squeezing her into a hug.

I felt her wrap her arms around me tightly but lovingly. I squeezed a little tighter but I heard her hip pop. I instantly let go, looking at her sheepishly.

"Now just because my hip pop doesn't give you the excuse to let go now Miss Isabells. Now come here. I've missed you. Wow, haven't you grown up to be such a beautiful young woman" she beamed at me while holding me in arm length.

"I'm missed you too Rissy. Now we get to see each other more, since I'm stuck with him" I grinned jabbing a thumb in Paul's direction and sending a wink at her.

"Hey! I'm not that bad Swan" he pouted.

"Of course not Paul. I'm not sure how she puts up with you Paul, you were quite a handful" Rissy teased.

"Mama, not you too" he huffed.

"Oh you'll get used to it. Maybe a little bit longer, since it's twice as bad now. But you love us anyways" I smiled at him.

"Okay, am I the only one that's confused here?" I heard Jared ask. I looked round at the pack and they all had the same facial expression as Jared. Confusion.

"Yeah Swan. Tell me, how do you know my mama?" he said cocking his head to the side.

"Well I used to babysit this girl here when Charlie was at work and when Renee wasn't capable of looking after her. Bella never could say my name right, she used to always call me Rissy. It seems to me it's still stuck with her. So I called her Isabells instead of Bella or Isabella" She shrugged before tucking me into a sideway hug.

"Wait, so you're that little girl that my mum used to always talk about when she got home when we were kids?" Jared asked. I looked at Rissy confused.

"Well, I couldn't help it. You were just so cute. I'm sure the boys were jealous of you, because I used to go on and on about you. I always wished you were part of the family. I'm finally getting my wish, because you are getting married to Paul. So technically you are going to be part of the family" she beamed.

"Erm… technically?" I looked confused. I was lost. Totally out of the bubble. I looked at the pack and they were looking anywhere but me and shifting uncomfortably. "Paul?" He looked up at me and had a pained expression on his face.

"Later, Swan. Just not right now" He looked at me regretfully before he walked out the door without looking at me. I felt hurt. What happened? I watched as Jared raced after him.

I looked up at Rissy and she shook her head and sighed deeply. She took my hand and led me towards the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Rissy, was it something I said?" I looked at my hands sadly.

"No Isabells, it's just Paul seems to have forgotten to mention something to you. He'll come already. He'll tell you soon, if he won't I will" She said links our hands together. "So, how have you been over the past few years?"

I launched in the story of how I had met Edward and how our relationship ended. She looked at me with a disapproval look; I'm not surprised she disapproved. How school was and how I met Paul. She smiled until I told her about when Paul had disappeared. She listened as I told her that I also had the wolf gene.

She looked at me in awe and smiled when I told her how Paul and I became a couple again, imprints in fact. I could see what was going through her head. Babies. Grandchildren. Typical thoughts right?

I ended up in tears at the end of the story as I told her that Renee had been murdered. She pulled me into her lap and I curled up into a ball, sobbing and clinging onto her for dear life. She was like another mother figure.

She rocked me back and forth, soothing me and rubbing circles on my back. Whenever I brought my mother up to people, it was like a thorn was stabbed into my chest. It was normal, I'm still grieving. I felt drops fall onto the top of my head. I looked up and Rissy had tears streaming down her face.

I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. I scooted off her lap and curled into her side. We just started talking about random stuff and catching up on the years that we haven't seen each other. We lost contact as I started to grow up. Turns out she had moved house when I didn't need a babysitter anymore.

Before we knew it, it had been hours of tears and laughter. Rissy decided to head off home and cook dinner for the guys. I hugged her and watched her drive away before I closed the door. I was alone in the house. The pack must have left when Rissy and I were having our catch up session.

I stretched and headed up for a shower. I took a quick shower and dried my hair with a towel. I quickly dressed into a pair of shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. I fell asleep right as my head hit the pillow. I was exhausted.

I got woken up by my alarm. I groaned and cracked open one eye, grabbing the alarm from the bedside table and throwing it off the wall. Oops. Oh well, I'll get another one. I sighed and snuggled back under the covers. I drifted off to sleep in no time.

I don't know how long I had slept but I got woken again. But this time by my phone. All I heard was my ringtone. Fuck sake, what did he want? I had set my ringtone for a certain person, so I knew when to avoid the call.

And telling my how sorry you were, leaving so soon
And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your room
Do I feel lonely too?

You have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind

I contemplated whether or not to answer the call. I ignored it and let the phone ring. I threw the pillow over my head to drown out the sound. It stopped. I sighed in bliss. It was short lived when it rang again. It was him again. I growled and grabbed my phone.

"What do you want Edward?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry my love. I miss you and I'm sorry for breaking up with you in the woods. I should have done it properly. I still love you and I want to say I forgive you. I'll take you back" he answered cockily.

"That's funny Edward. I don't remember doing anything wrong. You on the other hand did everything wrong. You took my family away from me. You cheated on me with Alice. Alice was meant to be my best friend! How could you do that to Jasper? He's your brother. Just because you are all vampires, doesn't mean vampires don't feel!" I growled at him.

"I wasn't cheating on you. We had broken up before I was with Alice. I'm not with her anymore. I don't want her. I just want you"

"Save it Edward. So much has changed. I don't love you anymore. Not even a little bit. I'm not in love with you. I don't feel any love for you. Just hatred. You can go and fuck yourself for all I care! Goodbye Edward" I barked at him before ending the call.

I wasn't in the mood for going back to sleep. I grabbed my boxing gloves from my wardrobe and headed down to the basement. I hadn't told anyone that we had a basement, the pack would constantly be over and messing up my basement. I wasn't going to have that.

I stomped towards the basement, threw open the door and slammed the door shut. I jumped down the stairs and landed in a crouch. I had a punching bag hanging on chains on the ceiling of the basement. Perfect.

I growled and shoved my gloves on before I ran towards the punching bag. I threw hard punches at it over and over again. How dare he?! How fucking dare he?! He said he would take me back and that he didn't do anything. Fucking typical.

Poor Jasper. I punched harder and snarled at the punching bag, imagining Fuckward's face. It shouldn't bother me too much anymore. Jasper has Leah and I have Paul. But the fact that he said that he would take me back was what pissed me off.

I didn't do anything wrong. He was in the wrong. He even lied through his front teeth when he said he hadn't cheated on me. I howled and started kicking the punching bag with such hatred. I kicked too hard and the chain of the punching bag snapped, sending the punching bag into the wall with a big hole in the middle.

I leaned down, resting my hands of my knees panting heavily. I was still mega pissed off. I ran up the stairs and locked the basement door before heading for a shower. I stood under the shower spray, letting the water splash down on my head.

I stood there with my hands against the tiles and stayed under the spray. I didn't care that the water was going into my eyes; it helped to sooth my anger. Usually it helped. This time it didn't work. I growled and shut the water off before I dried off and got dressed.

I grabbed some breakfast before I headed out to the store. I wasn't one for drinking loads of alcohol but I was too pissed to care. I bought bottles of tequila and my favourite drink. Whisky. It had to be bourbon whisky.

I headed home and walked into the living room. I grabbed a bunch of movies from my DVD collection and pressed play on the first movie. I curled up into a ball, leaning against the side of the couch.

I opened my first bottle of bourbon whisky and started drinking it from the bottle. I closed my eyes as I felt the whisky burn down my throat. I sighed deeply before I opened my eyes and focused on the movie.

It was one of my favourite movies. I was watching Flashpoint and Donnie Yen was awesome at it. I love the way he fights. The kung fu style and he mixes his own style into it. I wished I could fight like that. I mean I could fight, but not kung fu style. Donnie Yen was a legend in my eyes.

I took a big swig of the bottle every now and again as I watched Donnie Yen beat up the bad guys. It was just awesome. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. Before I knew it, the movie was coming to the end. The best scene of the movie was at the end. Holy shit, I was impressed with how he could beat that Tony guy. That Tony guy was pretty good, but not good enough.

I crawled off the couch and put another movie in. It was another kung fu movie. I was a sucker for kung fu movies, but it depended who was actually in it really. I put on Ip Man and sat back on the couch.

I forgot that I had some snacks when I bought the alcohol before. I rummaged through the bags without taking my eyes off the screen. I opened a packet of chips and starting scoffing them down before I took swigs of whisky. I loved the burn of the whisky.

I watched in awe as Ip Man was fighting against the Japanese. 10 against 1 and he still kicked the hell out of them, impressive. I opened my second bottle of bourbon whisky and continued to watch. It was the part where he was teaching the people in the village how to do wing chun, to protect themselves.

The Japanese were causing ciaos and the village people were begging Ip Man to teach them. The final fight at the end of the movie was awesome. He was kicking the shit out of the Japanese General. Serves him right really.

I decided to open a bottle of tequila and took a swig straight from the bottle. I'm gonna regret this in the morning, but I really don't care at the moment.

I watched as Ip Man went to send the final blow at the General, but he stopped. It was his personality; he didn't like to hurt people. Unless he really had to. I respected him for that. Shame he didn't still kill him, I would have.

After that movie was over, I put on fast five. My favourite out of the five movies. I love the cars and the speed. Just the characters are amazingly hilarious yet serious at the same time.

There was always one quote out of the movie that had me laughing every single time. It was when Tej said "So did he just like slap that ass or did he grab and hold onto it?" That was one of the best quotes of the movie.

O'Connor is such a sore loser. Though Dom did cheat when he knocked O'Connor's car that sent him flying back and Dom won the race. Dom you sly devil. I switched back to my whisky and I still didn't feel anything yet. The pecks of being a wolf, you can drink a lot more alcohol than a human.

Roman Pearce just cracks me up in this movie, when he's in the coppers car and knocks the other cops out the way. "Good afternoon officer! License and registration please!" I spoke in sync as Roman when he said it. I cracked up and took a long swig of my whisky. Now I was starting to feel it.

Maybe because I had an empty stomach, so the alcohol was going to my head quicker. I had finished two bottles of whisky and a bottle of tequila. Well actually make that three bottles of whisky. I'm an alcoholic when I'm pissed off.

The anger was starting to fade as I drank more and more of the alcohol. I shoved on the movie Underworld: Evolution. It was a pretty good movie. Well I just liked how it was about vampires. I obviously wasn't a fan of vampires, but Selene was one bad ass vampire.

I just laughed at the other vampires in the movie. Vampires have wings now? That's weird. Plus when they change into their vampire faces, they look hideous. Even when Michael turns into a werewolf, he looks hideous. Not that he's good looking in the first place, but at least make him look slightly more attractive.

I always gasp when I see Michael get defeated. Michael's dead. Poor Selene. But then he comes back to life and it's like wtf? How the hell? I still don't even know, no matter how many times I watch it. But at least he's not dead.

After the movie finished I had put on wildchild. It was a pretty good movie, pretty amusing. Just what I needed. I opened another bottle of whisky and starting taking more swigs. I was starting to feel it more. I knew I was getting a bit drunk. I was giggling randomly and the part of the movie wasn't even funny. It was one of the serious type scenes. Whoops.

Ugh I hated Harriett; she was just such a bitch. Poppy should just bitch slap her. I would pay to see that. Poppy vs. Harriett, I think Poppy would win hands down because she's just a badass. I cheered when Poppy fell over in the dance floor. I managed to spill some whisky down my top. Damn.

Poppy and Freddie live happily ever after. Aww. I turned off the TV and finished my bottle just in time to hear the door open. I looked up and my vision was blurry. I shook my head and blinked a few times before my vision cleared. It was Paul.

"Hi" I slurred before I passed out cold on the sofa.

Well Bella is a bit of a badass isn't she? Bet she'll have a hangover tomorrow. Ooh tequila and bourbon whisky are like my favourite alcoholic drinks :D The song is "separate lives" by Phil Collins if any of ya were wondering :)