A/N: Hey everybody. This IS an update, like I promised! I spent like 3 days on this so I hope you enjoy it. Please, please review! I need to know how to improve, and if people like this story, and little pick me ups. I really appreciate any review!

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To older readers- Thanks for sticking with me during this story. I do plan on finishing. I just don't know when.


After what seemed like hours, I heard the front door open. To avoid confrontation with Charlie, I jumped from my bed and flipped off the lights.

"Bell?" He called out. I stayed silent. "Bella?" He called again. I heard his clunky boots on the stairs, it sounded like he was taking two at a time. My door flew open and I shut my eyes quickly. "Bell—" He began, but must have stopped before he would "wake" me up. Charlie's boots were silent as he walked from the hard wood floor to my carpet beside my bed. Suddenly, I felt his whiskered lips on my head. "Goodnight, Bella."

That little moment of affection made a new round of tears start to stir. But, I managed to hold back until he quietly shut my door. As soon as I heard his boots clumber down the stairs, the cataract began to fall.

The pain in my chest started again. Waves and waves of pain radiated through my chest. I looked at my alarm clock. 9:37, it read. 9:37, the time that I realized how much I loved Charlie. 9:37, the time I thought my heart would never stop hurting.

I awoke that next morning to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I slapped the clock several times before finally reaching my goal of making it shut up. I turned over in my small bed and pulled the covers back over my head. There was no way that I was going to school today. I heard the muted sound of Charlie making his breakfast. I listened to the familiar sound of his boots walking towards the front door and the small click of the door as it shut. Charlie was gone. Even though I knew Charlie was coming back, my fragile heart tightened in my chest. Fresh tears slowly made trails of warm, salty water down my face.

Time passed slowly. A loud honk pulled me out of my daze. Edward, my heart ached. He was here. Another honk sounded. I pushed my head farther into the pillow. After a few seconds, the doorbell rang, followed by short knocks. Go away. My head shouted. Three more short knocks turned into loud bangs.

"Bella?" He shouted. I could picture him pressing his eyes against the door. Silence. A car door shut. A slap against the concrete porch. A key fiddling around in the lock.

Crap! I panicked. I leaped out of my bed and locked my door. Just as quickly, I jumped into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. My heart was aching and pounding at the same time.

"Bella?" He bellowed, his smooth voice bounced off the walls. He bounded up the stairs and knocked on my door. "Bella? Are you in there? It's time to leave for school."

No answer. "Bella?" he asked concerned. "Liar!" My heart screamed out. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I tried my best to muffle my sobs with my old, worn pillow. He must've heard me because he fiddled with the locked handle of my door. "Isabella Swan, open the door!" He said desperately. My tears came faster, the sobs louder. He pounded on the door faster.

"Bella! Open the door!" Suddenly, I was filled with rage. I was angry. Angry at him for breaking my heart. Angry that he played with my emotions for this long. Angry that I believed him. Angry at myself for falling in love with him. I stood up from my bed and marched to the door. I unlocked it and pulled the door open with as much force I could muster.

"What do you want, Edward!" I croaked, my voice hoarse from lack of usage. "Is this what you wanted?" I lashed out, leaving a stunned Edward with his fist raised in a knocking position. "Is this funny to you? You sick, jerk!" Is this what you wanted to accomplish! Well, newsflash, Edward, you got what you wanted, like usual. You achieved your goal!" Tears fell from my eyes, but no longer from a broken heart. These were angry tears. "You won, Edward. I'm through letting you use me!" I screamed, "I trusted you… I believed you…how stupid was I? To trust you of all people. The one that has been hurting me since I was little! What do you have to say for yourself? Huh?" I panted. His mouth dropped open.

"Wh..wha.." he stuttered.

"That's all you can say? Wow, you're even more pathetic than I thought. You can leave, Edward. I don't need you to pretend to love me anymore." My voice became softer, "I'm not your charity case anymore. Partially of this is my fault, I believed you. I trusted you. Even after—" I was interrupted by his lips attacking mine.

For a second, every bad feeling from my body melted. All I could think about was how much I loved him. But everything that recently happened snapped back into place like a rubber band. I pulled away fiercely. We looked at each other for a mere second before I suddenly pulled back my fist and punched him.

"Whoa!" he quickly put his hands over his nose, which was profusely bleeding.

"Get out!" I screamed. "Now!" I pushed all of my weight into him. He stumbled back and looked at me, stunned. "Leave, Edward, before I call the cops." His eyes widened and he mumbled something that was unreadable before he turned around and walked down the stairs. I followed him, blindly, and made sure he actually left. I softly shut the front door before I rested my back against it. I slowly slid down the door and crumpled into a ball.

Feeling exhausted, I stood up shakily, and climbed the stairs. I collapsed on my bed and quickly feel into a easy sleep.

By the time I woke up, it was nearly three in the afternoon. Feeling refreshed, I collected my toiletries and headed over to the bathroom. I took a much-needed shower. I stood under the warm spray of water until it ran cold. I dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans.

As I stumbled down the stairs, the memories of this morning rushed back. I don't care. I thought. It occurred to me that it was true. I didn't care. I certainly don't care for Edward anymore. I sighed. That part was false. I looked up from my thoughts and noticed the time. 5:30. Charlie would be home soon. Dinner. Crap! I grabbed my coat and scarf. Ugh..I had no way of getting to the grocery store. I quickly walked back to the kitchen and picked up the phone. Staring at the phone, I didn't know who to call. I decided on Lauren, and dialed her number shakily.

"Hello?" Lauren asked breathlessly.

"Hey Lauren…it's Bella."

"Bella! Where were you today at school? Did you and Edward skip—"

"I didn't feel good" I interrupted her.

"Oh…I'm sorry,"

"It's okay…I was wondering if I could have a ride to the grocery store."

"Sure! I'll be there in a sec!"

"Thanks, bye!"

"See you in a few!"

Lauren wasn't joking when she said she was going to pick me up in a couple seconds. A car honked outside about three minutes later.

I locked up and headed out into the cold of Forks. When I opened the passenger car door, I was greeted with warm air.

"Hey Bell."

"Hi." I said timidly.

"So, are you feeling better?"

"Eh, a little." There was an awkward silence as she pulled out of my driveway. "Uh..Lauren..I wasn't feeling sick. Something happened with…Edward." The car suddenly jerked to a stop for a brief second.

"What?" Lauren asked in disbelief.

"It's a long story…"

"We have this whole car ride." She said plainly. I sighed and took a deep breath.

"You know when I left early yesterday?" she nodded and put her eyes back on the road. "I went the bathroom and overheard Angela and Jessica talking…"

"Bella. You just have to ignore them. They're complete sl—"

"They said something about Edward dating me just because of my arm." Lauren looked outraged when she pulled into the store's parking lot.

"I knew it…I knew it." She murmured, "He did it cause he felt bad…what a jerk. I'm so sorry Bella."

"I'm fine." I choked out. "I don't care anymore." A few minutes passed before either of us spoke. "Let's go get groceries now."

"That's my Bella." Lauren mumbled as she opened her car door, "That's my Bella."

A half-filled shopping cart and thirty minutes later, we finally proceeded to the checkout counter.

"Thanks, Lauren. For giving me a ride and all" I said as we walked back to her car.

"Don't mention it." She smiled and linked arms with me. How did I deserve such a great friend?

As we drove home, a comfortable silence fell over us. I stared out the window and looked at the scenery. The trees were a blur as we passed them, and the road, a dark streak stretched on the ground. Sooner or later, we ended up in my driveway. I thanked Lauren again for giving me a ride. She just laughed and said I would do the same.

When I got inside, I immediately headed to the kitchen to start Charlie's dinner. I started up the oven and began systematically putting the remaining goods I'd purchased away, including a gallon of my favorite ice cream.

I don't remember much when I was making dinner; it just ended up on the table. At eight o'clock, I heard the jumble of keys in the lock. I smiled. Charlie was home. Charlie hung up his gun and made a beeline for the kitchen.

"Smells great, Bells." Charlie grinned.

"Thanks, dad." I smiled back. I quickly put his plate together while he grabbed a beer from the fridge. When Charlie was situated with his food, I leaned back on the counter watching him eat.

"You're not going to eat?" He looked up from his plate.

"Not hungry.' I said quietly.

"Did you 'hang' out with Edward today?" I laughed silently with his choice of words, but then stopped when I understood what he was saying.

"Uh…I saw him... I wasn't feeling good today, so I spent most of the day in bed."

"Hm." He grumbled.

"Well…Edward and I aren't exactly together anymore." I said quietly. His fork dropped.

"I'm sorry, Bella." He looked up at me sincerely.

"I'm fine." I studied the tiled floor.

"What..what happened?" He asked hesitantly.

"I decided…it wasn't working out well…" He blushed as this information.

"I don't mean to pry, Bella. You're my daughter and I want you to be happy."

"I understand, dad. And I appreciate it." At this, another round of blush appeared on his cheeks. We fell into a comfortable silence, and I only moved when he got up from the table.

"How would feel about getting a prosthetic arm?" he asked suddenly. I looked at my missing armed and sighed.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it…" I said hesitantly.

"Good, I set up an appointment for you next week." Charlie beamed.