This was originally a one-shot but this idea has been playing on my mind, sorry this chapter is short. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to read more.
Much love, Liv x

I didn't remember the drive home. One minute I was practically running to my truck and the next I was pulling up outside the house. I just sat for a while trying to calm down, I was reeling, initially I was furious but the longer I sat there the more my anger faded, and I was left empty. I hadn't felt this horrendous for months. Not since I'd been hanging out with Jake. Jake. God, I'd just left him. I packed my shit and turned my back on him for the guy who'd abandoned me. I hadn't even told him I was back or checked in with him. I was the worst friend in the world, especially considering everything that had been going on when Alice turned up. He must hate me. I would hate me. I do hate me.

I was spiralling, I needed to snap myself out of this before it was too late. Charlie was at work, so I was alone, again. I headed into the house deciding to call Jake, even if he hated me, the least I could do was apologise. Charlie still had my phone so I used the landline, thankfully Charlie had Jake's number written down in case he couldn't get hold of Billy. Of course, he didn't answer, I wasn't really expecting him to but when the message tone sounded, I couldn't help my tears. "Jake it's me, I know you don't want to hear from me, and you probably hate me now, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I left, it wasn't to get back together with him, I know it probably seemed that way, but I just couldn't let him die because of me. You have to be able to understand that, please tell me you can understand that. I told them tonight that things aren't going back to how they were before. I just need you to know that I'm sorry, and I never meant to hurt you. You're my best friend, and I know it's selfish to say this, but I need you. So even if you hate me, please at least call me back so I can hear your voice and know that you're okay. I would come to see you, but I'm grounded. Please I just need… I'm alone without you and I just, I can't do that again. Please just call me, even if it's to tell me to drop dead, please just call.'

I tried to distract myself with work, I had plenty to catch up on from the days I'd missed. I was halfway through my biology homework when the phone rang, I thought it might be Jake, so I rushed to answer; but when I picked it up there was silence at the other end. "Hello?" Nothing. I checked the number, but it was private, so I hung up the phone and went back to my work. No sooner had I sat down, the phone was ringing again. I picked it up but still there was silence. "Look whoever this is stop calling here." I hung up again and went back to the kitchen table, I needed to get my work finished. The phone rang again, this time I left it, but it just kept ringing, it would stop for a second or two and then start again. After around the fifth or sixth time I picked it up. "Stop calling here, leave me alone, stop it just stop." A laugh sounded from the other end of the line, and then it went dead. I didn't recognise the guy's voice. It sent a chill down my back and had goose bumps springing up over my skin so when there was a sudden knock on the door, I practically flung the phone across the kitchen.

"Bella? It's me, everything okay?" Jake. He came. I almost tripped over my own feet in my rush to open the door. He was shirtless as usual but that didn't stop me from throwing my arms around him. "Whoa." He said stumbling back slightly onto the porch. He hugged me briefly before I stepped back to look up at him. "You came." The words came out as a whisper, catching in my throat. "Of course." He said it so matter-of-factly, brushing a tear from my cheek. "Please don't cry, it's okay."
"It's not." I said heading back into the house. "It's not okay Jake, I was awful to you." He followed me inside shutting the door behind him. I kept my back to him, suddenly feeling unable to meet his eye. "Bella, I promise it's okay." He placed a hand on my shoulder steering me to sit down at the kitchen table, he crouched down in front of me, placing both hands on my knees. "I can't pretend I wasn't angry; I was, but I had to come when I got your message. I don't hate you Bells. I could never hate you, and you're not alone. You have me, even when I'm angry you always have me." He put his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You promise." I questioned, swiping at the tears on my cheeks. "I promise." He grinned, tucking my hair behind my ear. I hugged him again, finally relaxing for the first time all day. "I can't believe I've had two hugs, and you haven't once asked me to put a shirt on." Jake joked.
"Well actually if you wouldn't mind, I have one of your hoodies in my room." He smiled again before standing. "I'll go grab it, then you can catch me up on what happened."
"Do you want a drink or something?" I called as he headed up the stairs.
"Sure, and snacks." He yelled back. I grabbed some chips and a couple of sodas. "Hey Bella?" He called as he walked downstairs.
"Yeah?" I replied pouring the chips into a bowl.
"You know you said you'd spoken to the Bloodsuckers earlier; did they come here?" What a weird question. "No, why?" I asked, watching as he came to a stop in the kitchen, zipping the hoodie up.
"It's not important, just wondered."