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Chapter Fourteen: Bella

"Honey, I'm so, so sorry about Edward, but I just know you're going to love it here in Jacksonville."

"Yeah, maybe so. Dad's not too happy about it." I answered my mom, my cell phone on speaker.

"I know. He'll be okay, but I know its gotta be hard on him."

I sighed, staring up at the ceiling, as I laid on the bed, phone on my chest.
"I can't stay here, mom. I just can't."

"Okay, I understand, sweetie. You're sure you and Edward can't work it out?"

"No, mom. We can't work it out. I told you he's with someone else." I answered, numbly.

It had been a week exactly since Edward and Jake broke the news to me about the imprint. I finally managed to go a whole day without crying, but it was really hard.

"Well, honey, I'll always support you with anything you decide to do."

"Thanks, mom." I said.

"Take the phone to your dad, please I'd like to talk to him about the move. I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, mom."
I grimaced, as I stood, and walked to my door, opened it, and stuck my head out.

"Dad! Mom's on the phone for you!" I called.

A few seconds later, my dad appeared at the top of the stairs, a little tired looking. I smiled slightly as I handed him the phone, and he returned the smile as best as he could.

"Hello, René." He spoke into the phone as he made his way back down the stairs.

Sighing, I turned around to finish up the last of the packing I could do today. I had everything except for my bed stuff, and a few outfits, packed away in a stack of boxes.

I didn't really want to leave, I really did love it here now, and I didn't want to leave my dad. I would miss Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Carlisle and Esme. I would miss Emily, Sam, Billy, and the rest of the pack. I would even miss Jake and Edward, but there was just no possible way that I could stay here and see them...together...in love.

I shook the thought from my mind as I felt a new batch of tears trying to spill from my eyes. Quickly, I wiped them away, and went to recheck my dresser, and computer desk to be sure I hadn't missed anything. I was leaving for the airport first thing in the morning. I was no good at goodbyes.

Once I'd checked every drawer of my dresser and desk, and was certain they were actually empty, I flopped back down onto the bed.

Why was all of this happening? It wasn't supposed to be this way! What did I do wrong?

"Ugh, so much for not crying today." I grumbled, wiping the stray tears from my face.

It wasn't fair at all, but it was what made him, scratch that, them happy. I loved them both too much to try and fight it. I knew I couldn't change it, and I really didn't want to. If anything I just wish it would've been different. That things weren't meant to go this way. But that's all.

I knew what it was like to be Edwards everything, and I also knew, twice now, what it was like to have him completely ripped away.

I wouldn't wish this hell on anyone.

A light knock on my door yanked me out of my thoughts. My dad stepped into the room, handing me my phone, as I sat up on the bed.

"How you holding up today, Bells?" He asked quietly, worry etched onto his face.

I forced a smile, "I'm better. I'm actually excited for tomorrow. I really miss mom."

He smiled slightly, and nodded. "I know I haven't been super supportive of this move, but I want you to know that you don't have to feel...bad...or guilty...or anything about leaving."

"Dad, I-"
He held a hand up to stop me.

"I'm gonna be fine. I've kind of...um..met someone." He finished, rubbing the back if his neck and staring at the floor.

A genuine grin crept its way onto my face at this. "Wait...what?"

He cleared his throat, and shifted in his feet before looking up. "I um...yeah. I met someone. A lady down at the diner. Her name's Claira, we really hit it off, Bells."

His whole face had lit up at this point, and he looked like an excited teenager, falling in love for the first time.

"Dad, this is great! I'm so happy for you!" I exclaimed, as I jumped up and gave him a hug.

He returned the hug with a chuckle. Pulling nack, he smiled. "Bells, this is the happiest I've seen you all week. I'm glad to see it."

I smiled back, not so forced this time. It was a huge relief to know that I could do what I needed to do for me without hurting anyone in the process. I felt like, with time, I might actually be okay.

"Well, I'm gonna head out. Supposed to meet Claira at the diner in a few." He said, happily.

"You'd better get going, then!" I smiled.

He smiled, and nodded. "See you tonight, Bells." And with that, he was gone.

I sat there on the bed, enjoying the first real bit of happiness I'd felt since all this started, when suddenly another thought struck me.

"The Volturi, the promise, shit!" I whispered frantically to myself.

"Yes, yes. My thoughts, exactly."

I jumped at the voice behind me, and whirled around to find blood red eyes, ghostly pale skin, all under a black cloak standing in front of my open window.

"Hello, Bella. Its good to see you." Jane smirked.