I had been abandoned once again. Firstly by Dad, whose birthday was creeping up slowly, then by Luca who hadn't contacted anyone but Mom since he'd been dragged into the woods by Uley's clique and now Quil who hadn't been in school since what had happened on Friday night.

I'd given him all weekend to cool off, I didn't call or text or even walk past his house. I was expecting him to walk into math on Monday morning looking like he was ready to say sorry, but he didn't and it was starting to scare me.

I knew he was still around La Push. Tara and Amber had told me they'd seen him on Sunday night looking grim as he drove his Grandfather toward Billy Black's house. I wondered why he hadn't been in school there was no way Joy would ever let her son miss a day of school unless he was sick and it was life threatening.

So when Thursday came around, I swallowed my pride and decided I should call to his house. If we kept going on like this, I was sure it wouldn't be sorted out.

Tara had suggested awkwardly maybe it was 'good', she'd explained in her own way that I'd been with Quil since forever and maybe it was my chance to put myself back in the dating game and try out some 'fresh meat'. I'd declined and told her that this wasn't the 'end' of Quil and I, it was just a misunderstanding.

On Thursday when I'd called at Quil's house a friendly Molly Ateara had answered the door and kindly told me that Quil was unwell with the flu and he wasn't able to see anyone. 'It's the doctor's orders,' She'd said sweetly, 'I'll tell him you called, pet, it'll cheer him up.'

But it just didn't seem right, everything had gotten weird suddenly. The fact that an hour after Quil had left my house on Friday night, Luca had suddenly returned asking me if I was okay, and had Quil hurt my feelings? It was odd, how did he know so quickly? My brother never really talked to Quil, so how would he know this especially an hour after it had happened?

And why had Phil seen Quil out that very same day with Jacob Black too? The thought had struck me numerous times - Was Quil a part of Sam's clique now too? It scared me. Luca had changed since being with Sam and as much as I liked the fact he was drug and drink free, I didn't like how quickly he'd stopped. It had been two weeks at most and he was already free of everything without any withdrawal symptoms? No way.

On Friday, when I'd called to Quil's again a firm Old Quil had told me he wouldn't be out for a while and there was no use calling but it didn't make me feel any different. I decided I'd still call whether it was the phone or going to his door.

It was Saturday when I'd taken a break. Or at least, a mini-break. I'd done it once that afternoon and I'd planned to do it again, no matter how annoying I was getting. I hadn't taken the mini break willingly, Sue Clearwater, my aunt had been driving toward her home after a shopping trip to Forks when she'd spotted me in the rain.

"Now," Sue smiles warmly, as I sat on her creamy leather couch. Sue had been someone who'd I'd always adored as a child. I remember shamelessly wanting her to be my mother always, she kept Leah and Seth her two kids completely grounded. I used to spend hours on end in her company as we'd bake together or draw together when I was a kid but during the years it had dwindled to seeing her only every few weeks. She hands me a cup of tea and a few biscuits. "Why don't you tell me why you're at Quil's every day of the week?"

I wanted to confide in Sue but I didn't want her to be disappointed in me. If Quil was right and I was a 'save-it-till-marriage' kinda girl wouldn't she be disappointed? I was disappointed in myself. I stared at the teacup trying to come up with a cover story so she wouldn't be ashamed. I knew I could probably confide in my mother - if she was 'sober' again. I'd yet to see it. If Mom was back to being herself after a week of sobriety with Sue then, maybe when I told her she'd tell me how brilliant it was now that I was that close to Quil now, that we'd seen each other so bare and pure - and how sex is just a wonderful thing that no one should be ashamed of! All that kind of crap.

Then, when I'd probably told her about how it ended she might've cried with me. Or if I tugged at her heart strings she might've driven over to Old Quil's and had it out with him.

Both embarrassing, both things I wanted to avoid with my life.

The tears started to form at my tear duct, and I couldn't wipe them off my face because of the tea and biscuits I was balancing using my hands. I sighed as Sue's hand wiped them away, her other hand patting my back.

"We just had a fight.." I hiccup. "It just turned really bad, really fast. He was saying all these things about how I look at guys even when he's there. He said that I'm not into him, and that the - the - the.."

"The, what?" Sue asks.

"The .." I murmur again. "The nothing. Just he was just being horrible. I'd assumed on Monday he'd be back at school but he wasn't, so I waited and the girls told me to wait till Wednesday or Thursday, so I did but he never came. So I went to his house and Joy and Old Quil told me things but nothing adds up! If he's sick, and I'm not able to see him why is he suddenly out with Jacob Black after Jacob just ditched him?"

Sue rubs my back, cooling me down. It brings me back to a memory in my childhood when Sue would do this for me when someone during the Summer would upset me. Funnily enough, she was the first one I'd run too because I knew Sue would have a clever response that would make me feel better, unlike Mom who'd probably tell me I shouldn't of done what I did and I should be peaceful and content. Which to me, never made sense.

"Well," Sue says, almost carefully. "Sometimes boys just.. change. They change their views, their attitudes toward girls change dramatically. It can happen over night - like we all saw with Sam and Leah, no one saw it coming."

I stare at her. "Why is Sam Uley always the one that is to do with strange occurrences in every person I know? Leah and Sam, my Dad, Luca and now Quil. Who is he?" I ask, trembling as I stood up. "Why is he ruining every good relationship I have in my life?

"Sam is a good man," Sue says, quickly. "You have to realize this, Heidi. He isn't doing any harm to the boys, or Leah."

"And what about my Dad?" I choke, standing up.

"What about him?" Sue says, carefully.

"What does Sam have to do with my Dad's disappearance?"

Sue doesn't make eye contact. "Absolutely nothing."

"See? You can't even look at me while saying it, Sue. I know you are all tip-toeing around the truth. I'll find out what is going on one way or another."

I've never spoken like that to Sue ever, but I didn't feel an ounce of guilt speaking to her like that for some reason. It almost felt right, like it was alright like in the end it would be alright.

I found myself at home which felt weird to me. I could smell the scent of a freshly opened can of paint from the living room and the sound of my Mom's CD playing. I didn't dare go inside the living room because I felt like I was going to attack her with words, and just tell her how annoyed I am at her, at Quil and most of all the world.

I decide to go upstairs. I pass Dad's study and for some reason, I try the door handle. It jiggles weakly but the door doesn't open. I let go and quickly walk to my room.

I sit on my bed and cross my legs. I stare at my bookcase opposite my bed, and sigh. The books Dad had given to me for every one of my birthdays had still lay unread. For my fourteenth birthday my Dad had given me the book Dracula by Bram Stoker. I hadn't read it, I'd pretended I did but I'd just googled the summary. I was happy he'd gotten me a present but I was fourteen I was into romance novels, not vampire books. When I turned fifteen, he'd bought me an even more boring book called 'The Romanov's: What really happened that night'. It had been the only book I'd read that he'd bought me, only half way though. I'd gotten to the chapter where it started to speak of Supernatural beings and I'd stopped reading.

On my sixteenth birthday, Dad had bought me yet another book which I'd not even looked at. It was all about Quileute history but I'd heard the stories before countless amounts of time not only from Dad who lived for them but by every member of the Tribe.

On my seventeenth birthday, he'd dedicated the book he'd wrote to me and given me the first copy. Since he went missing three weeks afterwards the release date never went ahead because my Mom with the convincing of Sue that maybe it wasn't safe. I had the only copy ever written and fans of my Dad if they knew would probably be unbelievably jealous, but their jealousy might turn to anger when they realized I'd never read it.

Believe it or not, it had been the one book I was planning to read but then when he went missing I thought it wasn't right for me, that it would just upset me more. I'd read the dedication page and that was all. In a old fashioned font it read. 'Heidi: Sometimes things have to go wrong before they go right.'

Of course, the police officers took the book for examination but they'd given it back a while after. To me, it was a clue and I was happy to have it so close.

Slowly, I stood up and made my way to the book case and picked out the four books and threw them on my bed. I sat down beside the messy pile of books and sighed.

I opened the first one, Dracula. It was dusty and smelled old like I'd let it nearly deteriorate. I opened the first page and felt the soft paper before opening the next page. In black pen in the corner Dad had scribbled a happy birthday message.

'Happy birthday, Heidi. You're fourteen! I hope you are as excited for your future as I am. I can't help but wish you could stay this young forever. Love, Dad.'

I sigh, and feel over the black pen. I then take my hand and hold the book tightly and skip through the pages, stopping when I come across the familiar black pen once again. The black pen has drew a line underneath a quote - "The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of."

I felt a chill go up my spine. Could this of possibly meant something? I don't know. I never wanted to think of the possibility that Dad just left on his own accord. It was nicer to assume that. To assume that he was somewhere in Italy, sitting with a glass of wine on a beach with a book to read but on the other hand it made me feel more upset. It meant that in fact he did not care about us, about Mom, Luca and Brady and.. me.

I skipped another few pages, and another underlined quote stood out. "There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep..."

It made me roll my eyes and shut the book. I was fooling myself assuming I'd find out anything about Dad's disappearance in this. Of course, everything reverted back to his stupid supernatural queries. I was sure sitting on my bed, I would never get the truth about my fathers disappearance and that it would haunt me forever.