Bella's POV

Everything was going great with Charlie. But I had my own personal problems and things were horrible. I couldn't sleep at night and no matter what I did the pain wouldn't go away. The pain of knowing that I had nothing to live for. No one to love and nothing to do with my life. The only reason I haven't killed myself yet is because of Charlie and Renee. Charlie just got me back and after the condition he was in when I left, I knew I could leave him.

The alarm clock next to me went off and I hit the snooze button. Another sleepless night and another day at school. I sighed as I got out of bed.

I refused to look at myself as I passed the mirror; I knew what I would see. I'd looked the same for the past three days; pale with dull, dry, lifeless hair. My eyes were bloodshot red from not sleeping and dark circles were under them. My lips were so chapped that they were peeling. I looked terrible; I always did.

When I got to school, I saw Alice, Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie standing in my usual parking space. I would run right over them if it wouldn't hurt my truck. I, ofcourse, knew it wouldn't hurt them but I would make me feel atleast alittle better to try to hurts the ones that hurt me.

"What do you want?" I asked while getting out of my truck. I expected Alice to step forward and try to talk me into at least talking to her again but instead Rosalie was the one.

"Bella, I really need to talk to you," she told me. I knew she felt bad for calling me those names but there was something different... something different in the her tone of voice and the way she looked at me. It was more than her just feeling sorry. It was as if she understood. Understood what I was going through and how I felt. I didn't know what to say to her and I didn't protest as she hauled me away.

She lead me to her car and told the other Cullens not to follow. There was an awkward silence as I waited for her to begin. I didn't get an attitude at her for making me wait because I felt that what she was going to tell me was a delicate situation that I shouldn't rush her into.

Finally she began...

"Did Edward ever tell you the story of how I was changed?" she asked not looking up from her fingers. I shook my head, a little perplexed. "Figures. Edward always did respect others privacy," she said.

"Rosalie... I don't know where your going with this but-" she cuff me off.

"Bella, I know what your going through."

I stared at her, dumbfound.

Rosalie told me the story of how she once thought she was in love. And how everything quickly turned for the worst one night when walking home.

"I'm sorry," I told Rosalie while walking to the school building. The bell to go to homeroom rung fifteen minutes ago during the time Rosalie was still taking her story. Everyone was probably was already in second period.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," she said, walking ahead of me.

I suddenly stopped dead on on my tracks when I came to realization. She must have heard my footsteps stop because she turned around.

"Bella, are you okay?" she asked. I didn't respond. I just looked down. "Should I go get the nurse?" I shook my head.

"I forgive you," I told her, looking up in her eyes. A smile spread acrosss her face and she pulled me into a hug.

Edward's POV

I rolled my eyes as Tanya grabbed my hand and lead me towards the house. I was finally home from Alaska.

I was oringally only supposed to go to hunting but Tanya dragged me to her home, which I hoped she would be going back to soon. I was still pissed off at her for trying to actually have sex with me when we were only supposed to to be pretending.

The thoughts of my family members clouded my head, but they were all coming so fast I couldn't understand them. I could only understand bits and pieces. They were about Bella and... another man.

Alice opened the door as we approached the house. Her expression was sorrow filled. Tanya danced into the house and up to my room, expecting me to follow. Little did she know I would be putting her out soon as I decided to go up there.

"Edward... we need to talk..." Esme started. My eyesbrows pulled together in confusion. Then my eyes bulged and my lips formed and 'o' shape. I couldn't believe it. How could Alice and I have made such a huge mistake?

"Who... did this?" I asked. At this point, I was ready to explode. Why? Because I was angry. Angry at Alice for only seeing part of the vision. Angry at Bella's rapist for hurting her. Angry at myself, of course, for letting Alice take control, for not talking to Bella about the situation and hurting her probably more than her rapist did. I'm a disgustiing monster.

"I know where he is," Alice told me. I clenched my jaw. Alice wanted to kill him almost as much as I did, but was saving him for me to take care of.

I looked at her and nodded. "Bring him to me alive," I told her. I hated to sound so cliche but it was the truth. I didn't want to kill him without him knowing what happened to him. I want him to suffer and I knew just how.

Alice's POV

I followed the familiar scent to an old shack located on the other end of town, which irritated me. He went out of his way to find Bella. He followed her to our home. And he'd probably followed her the night he assaulted her. This wasn't some random act of violence. Of all the women to choose from, he picked Bella? No, this was planned.

I shook my head. I didn't have time to debate this. My mission here was to get him to Edward with out killing him. Which will be hard to do since I wanted to rip his damn head off.

I didn't want to go about this all wrong and have him screaming to the top of his lungs the whole while to the manison, so I walked up to the door and lightly knocked.

The door swung open and there stood a man that looked to be in his late 20's. His eyes were bloodshot red and his breath smelled of alcohol. Except for him being drunk, he looked innocent and I would've believed he was who I was looking for if I hadn't recognized his scent.

Behind him were two other men. One was sitting in a reclining chair and the other was laying on the couch across from him. They both were halfway passed out, probably from drinking.

A mischievous look spead onto the man's face. One of the two behind him quickly jumped up.

"Can I help you beautiful?" the other asked, while taking a swig out his beer bottle.

I welcomed a grimace to my lips then remembered I was supposed to look angelic. I put on a fake smile and preppy attitude.

"Are you Gary?" I asked.

He stared at me for a few moments, trying to register what it was I was saying. I rolled my eyes, and I was sure he was too intoxicated to notice.

Finally, he blinked a few times, coming from his daze. And that stupid look returned as he did.

"Why of course beautiful," he said, stepping out of the house and shutting the door behind him. "Who wants to know?" he asked.

I couldn't help but laugh. He laughed too, but most likely because he thought he it was cute. Did he really think he was charming?

The door opened and out stepped another one. I recognized this one from the description Bella had of him in her diary. Jim. The asshole that pulled her into the alleyway.

"Who's this PYT?" he asked, taking a few clumsy steps towards me. Gary spoke before I could.

"Why don't we all take a walk in the woods, eh?" he suggested. "Get to know each other better." Any other human wouldn't have noticed the subtle wink he threw at Jim and I didn't have to have Edward's gift to know what they were thinking.

I forced a smile on my face. "Of course," I smirked. "Why don't you gentlemen follow me?" I almost gagged at the gentlemen comment. These pigs were anything but. I decided to leave the other one behind. I'd point Charlie in his direction later.

We walked the both of them by their ankles and ran full speed to the house.