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She crashed Life with a Broken Heart

Summary:
Rated for a death. Charlie's death spins Bella out of control. She leaves everything behind.. but sometimes it's just not enough. "Sometimes a wolf runs and hides." R&R. The end will make you grip your seat in anticipation.


Notes:
Oh! Before I forget... There’s this song that helped me with this fic… listen to it while you read, it’s so sad. You can let go – Crystal Shawanda


1. Chapter 1

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It was not unnatural to see an overcast sky. For the past few months, the weather had been mimicking Bella’s mood, which was completely dead. No glimpse of the sun in sight. Bella didn’t even look towards the sky anymore; it was too depressing to look into that global mirror. As she came out of the school, students were rushing past her. They took notice of her now, as she did to them. She had seen a pigment of the sun in her best friend, but today it was different. She had no reason to feel this hollow.

Climbing into the cab of her truck, Bella threw her book bag on the seat next to her. Taking in a long breath, she turned the truck into reverse and left the parking lot. Her mind was at ease; she was glad she didn’t have to work that evening. She could use the entire afternoon to be with Jacob. She didn’t even go home. Her thoughts were on La Push as she drove the 12 miles to Jacob’s house.

Jacob was there as she pulled up in front of the small home. Bella noticed something hiding behind his smile. Jumping out of her truck, Bella walked towards him. She had to look up at his face when she asked.

“What’s wrong, Jake?” Her voice wavered. Jacob’s eyes were bloodshot. “Jake?” Jacob opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He tried again.

“It’s Charlie…” His voice was barely more than a whisper. He continued to talk, but Bella didn’t hear anything. She already knew. The rest of her heart broke and she fell to the ground.

Eight months later – August

Jacksonville, Florida

The sand was the perfect temperature on her bare feet. Bella had taken off her sandals and threw them to the side. She stood watching the ocean as it calmly shifted its direction. Bella took in calm breaths. The sun had set, and she was the only one around for about a half mile – Some kids were having a bonfire along the beach, but they paid no attention to her.

A red Volkswagen Jetta sat about a quarter mile behind her. She had pulled over on her way home from the library; a decision she made at the exact moment she drove by. The way the moon glinted off the water made her think of Forks. The ocean looked the exact same back home. Here in

Florida, it welcomed her with a cool caress, as she slipped her feet into the water. Her head fell back as the memories came back to her. She wished she could go back to before she even moved to Washington. She would have been somewhat happier. She would have been safe and happy knowing that her father was still alive, not lying in a casket in the ground of Forks Memorial Graveyard. If she had never left to Washington, she would have never met him, and she wouldn’t have her heart shattered and unable to correct itself. Now he was gone, probably happy knowing she was ‘happy’. Did he even know what had happened? Was Alice still watching her?

Sighing lightly, Bella straitened her back and slid her shirt off. Throwing it on the sand with her sandals, she unzipped her shorts and let them fall as well. Standing in just a bikini – it was much to hot to wear a one piece- she waded deeper into the water. Bella groaned in pleasure as the water enveloped her. She couldn’t stop herself from going completely under, and she stayed under until her lungs felt ready to explode. Bella came up for air. She smiled as she pushed back her hair away from her face. Looking towards the beach, her skin leaped when she saw two figures standing on the shore.

“Bella?” A familiar voice asked.

“I came to be alone.” She called. She swam closer. Justin and Matt stood there watching with fascination in their faces. “So you can leave.” She smiled, but they couldn’t see. Matt bounced on the balls of his feet.

“Watcha doing, baby?” His voice was seductive. Bella didn’t answer. “Are you…” He looked at her pile of clothes and then back to Bella.

“Maybe.” Bella couldn’t help but toy with his mind, if she didn’t act like herself, her past wouldn’t haunt her as much. Matt’s answering growl was playful. He threw his shirt on the sand, kicked off his sandals, and leapt into the water. Bella looked into the depths of the water, waiting for him to come up.

“Why are you here?” she asked Justin.

“We thought you might be here, so we came to check. We thought we’d have a little bonfire, that alright?” He didn’t make any move to join them in the water.

“That’s alright, Justin, I suppose.” She laughed. The laugh ended when she felt Matt’s fingers sliding up her hips. She slid under the water.

Justin stood on the sand waiting, he had his long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and he was sweating badly, but the thought of joining those two again made him think twice. She heard them laughing as they both came up for air. Bella was holding on to him as if she thought he would turn into someone else. Justin always knew she hid something, but it was hard to dig deep into her true thoughts.

“Those stay on!” Bella screeched. Justin rolled his eyes and turned his head away. None of them saw who watched from the trees back behind the beach.

Bella smiled at Matt, he had been a huge asset to her survival in the past eight months. Of course she didn’t love him, because she did not have the ability to love, but she cared and was thankful to him. So, in turn she let him be with her. She had begun to actually like him, and could see him maybe – just maybe- help to tie her heart back together again. Bella reached out and wiped a smudge off of Matt’s tanned face. His dirty blonde hair fell in his eyes, which were staring at her intently. He leaned in and kissed her.