A/N: This story has no Beta so all spelling mistakes and errors are mine.
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This wouldn't do. It was completely unacceptable to allow my dad to continue eating the way he did
I shook my head as I began clearing the fridge out. "Dad, are you serious? How long has this been in here?" I picked up, what I could only describe as a ball of blue fluff, "What was this?" I scrunched up my nose and threw it into the bag infront of me.
"I don't know." He chuckled, watching me.
Yes, watching me. Not helping me.
"Seriously, Dad, we need to go shopping or some shit 'cause you…no we can't keep eating like this." I muttered as I put yet another frozen pizza into the trash, "You need to eat healthier, especially with the treatment you'll be getting."
He sighed, "I know. We'll go shopping once you've finished that then, okay?"
I narrowed my eyes, "Mhmm."
I froze as I felt my hand touch something sticky and hairy. What on God's green earth was in this thing?
"Seriously, Dad?!" I croaked, pulling out raw chicken. The smell made my eyes water and my stomach heave.
He burst out laughing, "I forgot that was in there!"
"This isn't funny!" I whined.
"You eat out of that too, missy." He gave me a pointed stare.
"I actually don't. I live off the Poptarts in the cupboard. And now I fucking know why." I muttered, covering my mouth with my arm as I stood. There are some things I just couldn't unsee, and hairy chicken was one of those.

After dragging my dad around the local supermarket, convincing him to buy healthier choices, we finally arrived home. "I'll get started on dinner then."
I began unpacking the groceries, placing them inside the freshly cleaned refrigerator. Courtesy of myself, thank you very much.
My dad plopped down on the couch, channel surfing as I unpacked.
"Hey Bells?" He called.
"Yeah?"
"Dr. Webber called today when you were at school."
"Oh? What did he want?" I turned to stare at the back of my dad's head.
"He wants me to go into the hospital tomorrow to have a talk with him." He muttered sourly.
"Do you want me to go with you? I can if you want. I can take the day off school." I didn't want him going by himself. Especially if Dr. Webber didn't specify why he wanted to see him.
He shrugged, "Sure. If you want."
I didn't like this one bit. Was there something changing with his treatment? Would surgery do more harm than good? What the hell was going on?

I chewed on my thumbnail, pacing back and forth in my room.
What if he had less time than we originally thought? I wasn't ready to prepare a funeral. I probably never will be.
I was starting to drive myself crazy with all these erratic thoughts.
Give yourself a slap, Swan.
A knock on my door pulled me from my reverie.
"Yeah?"
My dad peeked his head round the door and smiled, "I'm off to bed. Remember we're meeting Dr. Webber at ten tomorrow."
I nodded, "Yeah. No problem."
"Goodnight, Bells."
He was just about to shut the door, "Hey dad?"
"Yep?"
"I love you." I smiled.
He smiled sadly, "I love you too, kiddo."

Dr. Webber smiled at us, gesturing for us to take a seat at his desk. My stomach was doing backflips. Please let everything be okay. He opened my dad's file and cleared his throat, "Now, there's nothing to be worried about. I called you here today to discuss a transfer."
My dad frowned, shifting in his seat, "What do you mean?"
Dr. Webber smiled, his eyes wrinkling at the corner, "I told you last time we spoke that I had colleagues in Phoenix looking at your file…" He began.
My throat closed up, "What did they say?" I whispered. My dad took my hand and smiled, telling me to calm down.
Dr. Webber sighed, "One of the best oncologists there has requested to take over your case. There are more…better treatments there than we have here at this moment. It would be beneficial for you to move to Phoenix and continue your treatment there."
I shook my head, "No. Absolutely not. You haven't done anything yet! All you've done is give him pills. You have to try something here before you expect us to pack and move across states!" Was he fucking serious?
My dad frowned, "What can they offer that you can't?"
"They have a higher budget. With this hospital being such a small, mainly outpatient unit in this town, we simply do not have the budget to pay for your treatment."
This didn't make sense, "You're not the ones paying for the treatment, though. My dad is."
"Bella, it's okay. I understand." My dad released my hand and crossed his arms, "When will this happen?"
"It entirely depends on you, Mr. Swan. If you chose to stay with us, we will strive you give you the best possible treatment we can offer. But I do think Phoenix have a more experienced and diverse way of treatment. Dr. Cullen, my colleague has assured me that he will give you the best care he can give if you chose to allow him to take over your case."
Wait a fucking minute. Did he just say Cullen? Cullen?! It's probably not the same family, you crazy bitch.
My dad nodded, swallowing thickly, "I'll have to make some arrangements. But if what you're saying is true, then I'll sign my medical records over to this Dr. Cullen and prepare for the move."
"Wait, dad! You aren't serious! This is our home, we can't just-"
"I'm making this decision, Isabella." He growled.
My mouth shut. Guess it was already decided then.
Dr. Webber smiled, "I will inform him of your choice. I'll give him your contact information." He stood, gesturing to us that the conversation was over.
Asshole. He was causing so much more stress and upheaval than necessary.

17:45. My dad and I had barely broke breath to each other since we came back from the hospital. I didn't know what to say and he was probably angry that I was unaccepting of his decision.
Didn't he understand how upsetting this would be for me? I would have to start over. New school, new friends.
Really, Swan? You're thinking about yourself. Your father has cancer!
I narrowed my eyes at my reflection, "I fucking know." I muttered to myself.
I thought a shower would help me relaxed but instead, it just gave me more to think about. More to obsess over.
Dr. Cullen. It couldn't be, could it? I shook my head at the thought. Like it really mattered anyway, right?
I marched to my bedroom and threw on the first set of clothes I saw. If I was moving, I had better start saying goodbye to my friends.
"Where are you going?" My father asked as he read the paper.
"Out." I replied simply, grabbing my keys from the hook by the door, "Dunno what time I'll be home at so don't wait up." I shut the door behind me and started the short walk to Jessica's house.

I sat on the kitchen unit with a bottle of Bourbon between my legs and a cigarette on my lips. "We haven't seen this Bella Swan in a while." Mike chuckled as he passed a joint to Jessica.
"Yeah well, you better savour this." I replied sourly.
Mike raised a brow but never commented back. He leaned against the kitchen door and ran his through his spiky blond hair, "You have a lot of homework to catch up on. Mr. Greene is going crazy with how much school you've missed over the past few weeks." He muttered.
Rolling my eyes, I jumped off the unit, "Can we talk about something else?" I hissed, throwing my cigarette out the window.
"Eh, sure."
"When are you going to Seattle?" Jessica asked, taking a draw from the joint. She almost choked in the process. Amateur.
Mike shuffled uncomfortably, "Friday. But I'll be back on Sunday night."
"Are you serious? I won't get to see you." She whined, pouting like a child.
"Oh my God, you guys have such problems!" I grabbed the bottle of Bourbon and stormed outside.
How long until this was over? How long until I didn't need to hear about this?
Not long. Not long at all.

I had finished the Bourbon, enjoying the feeling it gave me. Weightlessness. Numbness. I watched as Mike rolled his next joint. How many had that been? I had lost count after the fourth.
"Jess told me about your dad." He mumbled, licking the paper.
I shrugged, "I should have guessed. Nothing's a secret with her."
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." He passed me the joint. I put it to my lips and inhaled deeply. Fuck me.
"How much did you put in that?" I narrowed my eyes, or rather, I thought I did.
"Enough." He chuckled in response.

I stumbled my way in through the front door, almost landing flat on my face. I giggled at myself. It seemed I was lethal to myself when inebriated.
As I attempted to crawl up the stairs, I was blinded by light.
"What the hell, Bells?"
I let my eyes wander slowly to the top of the stairs. My dad stood, arms crossed, eyes angry. But to me, it looked fucking hilarious.
"Where have you been?" He hissed, "I was worried sick! Do you even know what time it is?!"
I slumped onto the second stair, leaning my head against the bannister, "Nope." I grinned.
He sighed, "It's three in the fucking morning!"
Fucking. I burst into hysterical laughter. My dad never swore. It was something he didn't appreciate. He must be furious.
"Seriously…lang…language dad." I slurred through my laughter.
"Get to bed, now! We'll discuss this in the morning." He growled, marching back to his room.
My laughter died down as I remained sitting on the stairs. Why did he have to go and ruin my night? I told him not to wait up, didn't I? Wasn't I quiet when I came home?
I groaned and turned onto my stomach, falling onto the floor. How drunk was I? I could barely lift my arms. My dad was really pissed at me.
Wonder why, you idiot. I scowled at myself. Wasn't I allowed to blow off steam?
I flipped back round and pulled my phone out. I scrunched my eyes as I tried to see the time.
03.30.
I scrolled through my contacts, smiling wistfully to myself as I pressed 'call' and put the phone to my ear.

"Isabella Marie Swan!" My dad's voice echoed through the house jolting me awake. I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head. Somehow I managed to get to my room. Fuck knows how.
"Get up!" He shouted.
Didn't he realise my head was pounding? I forced myself to sit up, throwing the covers off me. Aspirin. I need Aspirin.
"Oh good, I thought we could talk about last night. Or should I say, this morning?" My dad narrowed his eyes at me, sitting his coffee cup down on the kitchen table.
I swallowed thickly, "I just went out to Jess'" I mumbled as I grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
"You were intoxicated, Isabella." He gave me a pointed look and shook his head, "I know things have been hard on you, but there are healthier ways to deal with it."
I chewed my bottom lip, "I don't want to move to Phoenix, Dad. I don't understand why we can't continue your treatment here."
My dad sighed and stood up, placing his cup in the sink, "We're moving, Bells." His tone was softer and he placed his hand on my shoulder, "We're moving."

Clothes. Shoes. Books.
Boxes were piled up next to my bedroom door. Boxes that contained my life. I didn't need to collect anything from school since I didn't keep anything but my bag in my locker, so that was one thing ticked off the list.
I couldn't remember much from last night. I knew we had left Jessica's to go some place else. Where? Fucked if I knew. I could barely remember getting home. My dad was furious, and rightfully so. I had fucked up.
I grabbed my phone, ready to call Jessica to talk about the events of last night when I froze. My body turning ice cold.
You fucking idiot, Swan.
There, in my call history was the name 'Edward Cullen'.
Fucking idiot, indeed.