Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

BPOV

I can't believe he left me. He actually left and didn't even care enough to make sure I got back to the house after all the times he told me to stay out of the forest. My legs collapse under me and I break into sobs as his words run like a record on a never-ending repeat through my head. Worthless. Distraction. I never loved you. Plain. Stupid. Ugly. I absent-mindedly registered the fact that I was being picked up by a warm pair of arms. I leaned into the heat but the loop never stopped. The next thing I know there is a bright light being shined into my eyes and I realize that I'm on my couch surrounded by Dr. Gerandy, Charlie, Billy, and a muscular boy from La Push.

"Welcome back," Dr. Gerandy says "You gave us quite the scare."

"What happened?" I ask confused. I notice that Charlie looked relieved that I said something.

"Well, you went into shock. Sam here was the one who found you and brought you here. We've had search parties everywhere." Charlie replied gesturing to the Quileute boy when he said Sam. "What happened in those woods?"

"Well," I began shakily, the loop still on in the back of my mind, "I came home and found Edward waiting for me. He asked me to take a walk with him and then broke up with me because Carlisle got a new job offer in New York that he decided to accept and left me standing there."

"He just left you there?!" Billy exclaimed, making me jump because I had forgotten he was there.

I just nodded, tears coming to my eyes.

"Sweetheart, any longer in those woods and you would have had hypothermia. Now, I want you to go upstairs and lay down. Stay home and drink plenty of fluids and soup for the next three days." Dr. Gerandy ordered.

I just nodded absently and walked up to my rooms ignoring the concerned stares I could feel boring into my back. That night I fell into a restless sleep, waking up every time I heard Charlie cracking the door open to check in on me.

I'm guessing that exhaustion finally took over because the next thing I know the rare sunshine of Forks is shining on my face. It takes a few seconds before the memories of the night before return to my consciousness. The loop starts in the back of my brain again, and this time along with the pain comes anger. Anger at Edward. Anger at Alice. At Carlisle, Emmett, Esme. At myself. The only two I'm not angry at are Jasper and Rosalie. They are the only two that were honest with me. And the party incident wasn't Jasper's fault he had his blood lust and everybody else's. I would've cracked too.

I finally pull myself out of bed and head downstairs to find Charlie sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee cup clutched in his hand and exhaustion all over his face. The guilt overwhelms me and in a rare display of emotion I throw myself into his lap and bury my head into his shoulder and wrap my arms around him sobbing and apologizing repeatedly for all the trouble I know that I've caused him. After a shocked moment he wraps his arms around me and starts to rub my back in soothing circles.
"Honey look at me," He says after my sobs have calmed down some, "none of that was your fault baby girl. There was no way you could have stopped it from happening. I'm just grateful that Sam was able to find you and you are alright."

"Sam!" I exclaim, jumping up, "I never thanked him last night! I was too out of it, I need to go thank him!"

"Bells, calm down honey. You can go thank him once you've cleaned up and eaten something." Charlie says, trying to appease me and himself knowing that because of my stubbornness I wouldn't back down.

"Fine" I grumbled and headed upstairs to take a shower. As soon as I was alone again the anger and the pain came rushing back to the forefront of my mind. I quickly gathered the clothes I needed to change into and tried everything I could to put everything in the back of my mind and lock it away as I showered.

After I got out of the shower and tried to stomach some food I finally got Charlie to tell me where Sam's house was and I hopped into my truck contemplating what an appropriate way to thank him would be. By the time I had parked in front of his house I wasn't any closer to knowing what to say and decided to wing it. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. When the door opened it revealed a beautiful young woman, her face is marred by three scars, but in my opinion it takes nothing away from her beauty.

"Is Sam here?" I ask hesitantly.