Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or Twilight. I just like to mess with the plot.

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Prologue

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Charlie put his hands on his hips and his moustache twitched. Bella wasn't good at reading his face anymore but he looked like he was confused. And so was she.

"What?"

"She called me this morning at the police station. I admit I was shocked too but she asked me if you wanted to move in with her."

Bella looked through the window. The rain was pouring as usual but since it was fall it seemed like it couldn't stop raining. It had been three days since the last break and Bella thought vaguely that if the rain didn't stop they all would drown soon.

"Bella?"

Bella blinked and looked at her father, who seemed to be waiting for something. And then she remembered.

"You told her no, right?" she asked softly. Charlie looked vaguely uncomfortable. "Dad?"

Charlie sighed and walked over the other end of the couch. Bella had been reading on the couch when he had come home with the news.

He sat down.

"The thing, Bella, is that I think you should go."

Time stopped and Bella drew a breath, closing the book and straightening on her seat. It seemed like suddenly the living room was turned into a battle field and her father was her enemy.

"Dad…"

"Hold on" Charlie interrupted her. "Listen to me for just one second, please. It just… Bella, I know that things had been rough for you these past few months but you don't seem to get better. Just… worst. I don't think is healthy for you to be here anymore."

"I just got here!"

"No, you didn't. It's been a year already. And I love having you here with me but I don't want to see you this way anymore. You don't go out anymore. You don't have friends anymore. You don't talk, you don't smile. You're not living."

"That's not true, dad.

"Yes, it is. What did you do yesterday?"

Bella blinked, caught off guard.

"I-I went to school."

"And then what?"

"I…I did the cleaning."

"Good. What did you do the day before yesterday?"

Bella tried to remember but it was all fuzzy. It seemed like the days passed in a blur and she couldn't remember.

She didn't say anything and her father sighed.

"That's my point, Bells."

"I'm sorry. I'll try to do better."

"You've already promised me that before, Bells. It didn't work out. So, we're going to call your grandmother and tell her that you want to move in with her. To Virginia."

"I'm legally an adult now, dad. You can't make me do anything I don't want to."

"Yes, I can. As long as this house is mine, you'll follow my orders. Unless you have another house here that I didn't know about…" he trailed off but Bella didn't say anything, still trying to catch up with the unlikely situation she was currently living in that moment. Her father was throwing her out.

"I can't leave. I'm in the middle of my last year at high school."

"You'll do great, Bells. School has never been an issue to you."

"But I like it here."

"You've never liked Forks."

"I don't want to leave!"

"You don't want to leave Edward."

It was like he had slapped her in the face. And maybe if he had then it wouldn't had hurt that much. She didn't know what the expression on her face was but it had to be bad because her father closed his eyes, let his head fall and put his hands together in what seemed like a prayer.

"You have to understand, Bells. He isn't coming back. None of them are."

There was silence for several minutes until Bella collected herself.

"You know you're making me start all over again in another state with people that I don't know, right?" she asked quietly, shoulders slumped. It seemed she had already lost the battle.

Charlie gave her a tired, sad smile.

"I'm willing to take the risk, Bells."