Hi everyone! I adopted this story from the wonderful JezebelWhitlock to save it from being deleted. If you're already a fan of the first 9 chapters, I'm going to tell you now that I'll be posting the first chapters bit by bit, so I can make small edits to it just to try and keep the flow, so you'll have to be patient for chapter 10.

If you are already a fan of my stories, I firstly want to apologize for the lack of update on "More to Me Than What You See". I've had some issues with getting part two of chapter 3 to work the way I want, and I'm getting closer to finishing it, but I've loved the reviews you guys have been sending me, so thank you =) I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and LJ Smith owns Vampire Diaries, and JezebelWhitlock owns the first Nine chapters. ^_^

Chapter 1

He didn't want me. He left, when he promised he would stay with me. He took my family, my best friend, and my parents, for all intents and purposes.

I had nothing left.

"...I don't want you to come with me."

His words echoed through my head.

"You... don't... want me?"


His eyes, those hard, clear eyes that watched me as I fell apart, right in front of him. And yet, he didn't do anything.

"Of course, I'll always love you... in a way. But what happened that night made me realize that it's time for a change. Because I'm... tired of pretending to be something I'm not... I'm not human. I've let this go on much too long, and I'm sorry for that."

Those were the words that changed everything. Words that ripped my heart to shreds.

"You're not good enough for me."

I had no argument. How well I knew that I wasn't good enough for him. He was a god among man. He was everything that a girl like me could only dream of having.

It almost seemed like a dream. There was no way that someone like him could ever love me.

He took away everything we had together. All that's left is my memory.

"...I'll make you a promise in return. I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I'd never existed."

I was empty, broken, and I shut everyone out. Even Charlie. Every night, he would peek into my room. This was a ritual. I would sit in the rocking chair and stare out the window; he would look inside to see if there was any change. I know he was worried. But I couldn't talk to him. He wouldn't understand what I'm going through. He doesn't know about Edward or his family. And I couldn't exactly tell him. He would lock me up in a loony bin.

Maybe that's what I deserve.

I'm nobody important.

I have nothing left.

"Bella?" Charlie interrupted my musings as I stirred the spaghetti.

I looked at him, shaking my head. "Sorry Dad, did you say something?"

"Honey, have you considered, maybe, going to Jacksonville to live with your mom?" He asked, watching me with weary eyes.

"No." I said immediately. "I'm not going."

"Please, Bella. Just consider it." Charlie begged. "It might do you some good to get out of Forks."

I shook my head. "No way,"

He sighed. "Bella, one day you're going to realize that pining after the Cullen boy was pointless. He's not coming back."

"Like you did with Mom?" I snapped. The instant the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them.

Charlie sagged and put his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Dad. That was uncalled for."

"But you're right." He sighed, raising his head to look at me. "That's how I know, Bella. Don't make the same mistakes I made. You need to live your life."

I stared at him. This was the first heart to heart I've ever had with Charlie. It was a little scary. Who knew he was so deep?

I sighed. "I'll try, Dad." I said. "But I'm not promising anything."

He nodded, relieved, even a little. "Thank you."

I served dinner and we ate in silence. After Charlie's little speech, it became a little awkward. I couldn't talk to him about my relationship with Ed– him without betraying the Cullens secret.

"Great dinner, Bells." Charlie said as I cleared the table. I nodded as I washed the dishes. I heard Charlie move to the living room and turn on the TV. He was probably watching whatever game was on tonight.

"I'm going to bed, early, Dad." I said, handing him a beer.

"Already?" He looked at the clock. "It's only eight o'clock."

I shrugged. "I'm just not feeling well." True. "I didn't get a lot of sleep last nice." Also true. Dreams of him kept plaguing me. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in months.

"All right. Feel better." He said.

I nodded and headed towards the stairs. I could still feel his eyes on me as I walked up. Heading into the bathroom, I glanced in the mirror and nearly recoiled. I was as pale as a sheet and thinner than usual. What have I been doing to myself?

No wonder Charlie was worried about me. I was worried about me. It was at that moment, I realized that Charlie was right. I couldn't let Ed-Ed-Edward—I cringed at his name—get in the way. If he really wanted me to move on, then that's what I'll do. I have to do it for Charlie. For me.

I took a shower, my strawberry shampoo wafting through the steam.

Tomorrow would be a new day. Tomorrow I would change.

Is it bad that I don't want tomorrow to come?


School seemed to drag on slowly. I was trying to be different but it didn't help when nobody knew I was there. The teacher's eyes literally skipped over me, like I wasn't there.

Fridays seemed to be the bane of my existence. Due to the fact that I isolated myself to the smallest possible position, no one would talk to me.

Sitting beside Angela and Ben during lunch, I decided that I needed to change. Maybe going out with Angela would help?

"Angela?" I whispered.

She looked up in surprise.

"Are you busy tonight?"

"Uh, no. Why?"

"Do you want to go see a movie with me in Port Angeles tonight?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Maybe we can go right after school?" She offered. "Get some shopping done?"

I looked down at the baggy clothes. Maybe new clothes would be a good idea. I nodded my head in agreement. "I'll need to take my truck home, get some money and leave a note for my dad."

She clapped her hands in excitement. "Awesome. I'll pick you up at four?" she said.

"Okay." I smiled.

Her smile widened and I felt a strange pang in the pit of my stomach. I was actually doing something. Would I regret this? I hoped not. It was easier to talk to Angela than anyone else. She was so good, so nice.

The rest of the day passed slowly and I headed home once the last bell rang. I called Charlie, just to let him know.

"Chief Swan." His gruff voice answered.

"Hi, Dad, it's me." I said, stupidly. Of course it was me.

"Bella? What's wrong?" He demanded.

"Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to let you know that Angela and I are going to Port Angeles tonight." I said.


"Weber." I said.

"I know who she is." Charlie said. "It's good that you're going out again." He said. "Have fun and stay out as long as you'd like."

I chuckled when I realized just how badly he wanted me to get out.

"I better get ready." I said. "Bye Charlie." I hung up the phone and headed upstairs. I threw my cell phone and wallet into a seldom used purse.

I was just pulling into my black converse when a honk came from outside. I ran downstairs, threw on my jacket and locked up the door.

"Thanks for coming with me, Angela." I said as she drove to Port Angeles.

"I'm glad you asked, Bella." She said. "I've really missed you."

"I've missed you too." I said truthfully. "What happened with Edward won't happen again." I admitted. "I've learned my lesson."

"You can talk to me, you know." She said quietly.

"I know. I just don't know if I can." And it wasn't because Edward and his family were vampires.

"I'll be here when you're ready."

"I appreciate that."

We drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence.

We got to Port Angeles half an hour later and decided to walk to the mall. "I need some new jeans." I said. "And maybe some shirts?" I asked looking at Angela.

"I need a dress. Ben is taking me to his cousin's wedding in two weeks and I don't have anything wedding appropriate."

I snickered. "So what's going on with you and Ben?" I asked.

She visibly swooned. "Oh, Bella. He's so incredible. I've never met anyone like him before. It's crazy how much I love him."

"You're lucky." I said.

"Oh! I didn't mean—"

I waved my hand at the apology. "I asked. And I'm moving on with my life. I am not about to let Edward Cullen hurt me any longer."

"Good for you, Bella. You deserve happiness." She held up a blue dress, holding it against her tall frame. "Now, what do you think about this dress?"


The movie was awful. Angela and I went to see the new Zombie film. I may have been on my way to getting better but sitting through an hour and a half of watching couples kiss on screen as well as in the theatre, well, that would be a little too much.

"Can we get out of here?" She asked her voice hoarse from screaming.

I nodded and stood up. There weren't that many people left in the theatre.

"Well, that was a waste of ten bucks." Angela said on our walk to the McDonald's.

I laughed. "It was pathetic." I agreed.

"And totally gruesome," she made a face. "Ugh. I don't even know if I can eat."

"I can." I said. "I'm starving."

Angela snickered. "We'll see."

"We will indeed." I agreed.

McDonald's was crowded. Everyone was coming out from a movie and getting something to eat. Thankfully we managed to find a table near the window.

Staring down at the Big Mac, my mouth watered. I tore into the beast like there was no tomorrow while Angela watched, somewhere between awe and disgust.

"I'm hungry." I mumbled, flushing from embarrassment.

Before long, she broke out laughing. I ate a fry, glaring at her.

"Ah, Bella. It's never a dull moment with you."

"Is that a good thing?"

She nodded. "Everyone missed you, Bella."

I smiled and pushed the rest of the tray away. "I'm full."

"You ready to go home?"


Angela and I walked to the car and drove back to Forks in silence. We were both tired from out night out.

"We should do this again." She said when she dropped my off at home.

"I agree." I laughed. "I'll talk to you on Monday, Ang."

"See you, Bella."

I laughed as I walked to the door and unlocked.

The lights were off, which was strange. Charlie's cruiser was in the driveway and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.

"Charlie?" I turned on the hallway light. "Charlie?"

There was nothing.

When I walked into the living room and turned on the light, I screamed.

"Charlie?" Lying on the floor, in between the coffee table and the couch, was Charlie. Blood was pouring out from his neck and his chest. "Charlie?" I ran to him. He wasn't moving and he was pale. Deathly pale. I clutched his shirt in my fists. "Dad?" I whispered. "Daddy, please wake up."

I waited for some sort of movement. I knew, somewhere that he wasn't going to wake up but I could stop shaking him. "Wake up, Daddy, please, wake up."

"Daddy." I rested my forehead against his.

He was dead. My hands shook with rage and tears, bloodied from the pool surrounding him.

Looking up, I saw the most horrific sight.





The message was written in blood. It didn't take a genius to know that the bitch used Charlie's blood. "I'm so sorry, Daddy." I whispered, kissing his cold forehead.

Tears spilled down my face and landed on his cheeks.

"You didn't deserve this." I looked around. The room was in chaos. Charlie must have tried to get away when Victoria tried to kill him.

She wouldn't get away with this. I would kill her myself.

No one can know about this. As much as I wanted to give Charlie a real burial, I couldn't do it by myself. "I love you, Daddy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you enough. And I'm sorry I worried you so much." I kissed him one more time before going to set the house on fire. I needed to get away from here before anyone got here.

After the deed was done, I took one last look at Charlie and left.

Never to return to Forks again.

And there is chapter One! ^_^

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