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Months had passed and Bella still refused to see anyone, she was barely talking, barely eating. Charlie was worried out of his mind, her other friends at school didn't understand; if anything she was the butt of their crude jokes. Although she didn't even seem to hear them.

Another Saturday night came where Bella just laid in bed, her hair unwashed and the bags under her eyes as dark as ever. "I'll come by again tomorrow, try to get her out of the house." I sighed as I talked to Charlie.

"If I could just get that boy alone." He grunted, he was clueless. He didn't know how to handle a heart broken teen, especially not one he loved so dearly.

"I'm with you on that one."

"Take a day to yourself, you come trying every day. I appreciate it, and Bells will too when she gets better." He was tired, worried, worn down. He didn't know what to do and neither did I.

"Just tomorrow." I agree after a few minutes, "I'll be over Monday morning though." I yawned and waved bye to him as I started making my way back to the motel.

Sam Uley sat on the bed looking uncomfortable and impatient. "We've finished the ritual" he started, standing up from the bed. "We've reached out to the people who will be able to connect the dots and fill in what we're missing. As far as we've been able to tell you're a mix of Aztec and Mayan, both value jaguars a great deal." He smiled "I thought you would like to know."

"Thank you, honestly, it means a lot to me." I shifted, pulling my phone out of my pocket and sending a quick text to Jacob. We had been talking a lot these past months, he was worried about Bella too but she hadn't even talked to him since last year.

"I'll be on my way now." He stated, walking past me and out the door. He's a weird one.

'Want to come over? Don't feel like being alone.'

'Of course, be there soon.' He texted back instantly, I liked that about him.

Groaning as I stretched my half asleep limbs, my phone buzzed from a call from Charlie. "Hello?" I rubbed my eyes and checked the time on the alarm clock beside the bed. "God, it's only four" school started at six.

"I know, I know. She didn't even come downstairs yesterday." He sighed, "I've barely seen her all this week either, she just laid lifeless in bed. Only coming down for school, when you drag her down and watch as she eats a yogurt."

"I'm on my way, let me get dressed." I spoke through a yawn.

"I'm thinking of sending her home, her mom would know what to do."

"Or she'd be just as clueless and more alone." I was wide awake now, "Her mind is just trying to work through all these feelings, I'll be over. We can't just give up on her."

"I know." He huffed, "hurry over, is your mom even okay with you spending all your time over here?"

"Oh, yeah. She thinks it's great that I'm trying to help a friend."

"She raised a great girl." With that the line went dead, leaving me kicking the comforter.

"Fucking hell" I grumbled as I threw on clothes and went through my morning routine.

"Bella!" I called as I walked into her house, Charlie was sitting on the sofa eating a piece of toast. "Morning" I smiled and marched upstairs. "Let's go, get up and get yourself at least somewhat together."

Bella was just sitting on her bed, tying her converse. Then she just sat at the kitchen table, Charlie kept trying to talk with her but nothing seemed to pierce through the silent bubble around her.

"That's it, Bella! I'm sending you home." He snapped, Bella looked up from her soggy cereal and looked from me to Charlie in shock.

"I am home," she mumbled in a soft, confused voice.

"I'm sending you to Renee, to Jacksonville," he clarified.

Charlie watched with exasperation as Bella slowly grasped the meaning of his words.

"What did I do?" She visibly shrunk, her shoulders sagging. This was all Edwards fault, he abandoned her because of a mistake. She was alive and well, he should've been thankful for that, he shouldn't have even considered leaving her. He knew how much damage it would do. Maybe he thought it would make her hate him. But that obviously wasn't happening.

Charlie was scowling.

"You didn't do anything. That's the problem. You never do anything."

"You want me to get into trouble?" her mouth hung open, her eyes didn't hold the emotions her face and voice conveyed. She wasn't all here.

"Trouble would be better than this... this moping around all the time!"

"I am not moping around."

"Wrong word," he grudgingly conceded. "Moping would be better - that would be doing something. You're just... lifeless, Bella. I think that's the word I want."

"I'm sorry, Dad." Her voice fell flat; she knew it too. Pain seeped into her warm brown eyes, hurting her father was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I don't want you to apologize."

"Then tell me what you do want me to do." She sounded so defeated.

"Bella," he hesitated, scrutinizing her reaction to his next words. "Honey, you're not the first person to go through this kind of thing, you know."

"I know that." She grimaced, almost flinching at his words.

"Listen, honey. I think that - that maybe you need some help."

"Help?"

He paused, searching for the words again. "When your mother left," he began, frowning, "and took you with her." He inhaled deeply. "Well, that was a really bad time for me."

"I know, Dad,"

"But I handled it," he pointed out. "Honey, you're not handling it. I waited, I hoped it would get better." He stared at her, her gaze shifted back down to the cereal. "I think we both know it's not getting better."

"I'm fine."

He dismissed her words. "Maybe, well, maybe if you talked to someone about it. A professional."

"You want me to see a shrink?" she snapped, looking surprised she was capable of expressing that much emotion right now.

"Maybe it would help."

"And maybe it wouldn't help one little bit."

"I'm not waiting for anything. I don't expect anything," Bella's voice was deadpan, her expression virtually gone.

"Bella -" Charlie began, his voice thick.

"I have to get to school," Quickly she got up and dumped out her untouched cereal, letting it sit instead of cleaning it up like she always did. She grabbed my wrist before speaking again. "We'll make plans with Jessica," she called over her shoulder as she slung her school bag over her shoulder. "Maybe I won't be home for dinner. We'll go to Port Angeles and watch a movie."

"Wait, we?" I questioned as the door shut, she just looked at me apologetically. "Bella, you're not trying to get better. You're trying to forget everything, to block everything out and hide how you feel from your dad."

"No—" she started but I held up my hand to silence her, a sigh escaped her lips.

"Please, people don't get better this way. They get worse." It was silent after that, surprisingly we were the first to school. "I have to go tutor; I'll see you in class."

"You did ask her?" I sat on Bella's bed as she dropped her bag on the floor and slipped her wallet into her back pocket.

"Yeah, are you coming?" hope just barely crept into her words, "You don't have to." She knew I didn't like her friends too much, but why would I? Almost all of them made her uncomfortable and made jokes at her expense.

"Of course I'm going with you; I won't let you go through the torture alone."

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips for a brief second, "She's not that bad, she's just different. Not even in a bad way."

"Sometimes" I shrugged.