“Since there’s only a month of school left, I’m not gonna bother sending you. There’s no way you could make up two months. I’m sorry; that means that you will have to redo your senior year, hun.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I replied darkly, because it didn’t. I was likely to be dead by the time school resumed. Dylan wouldn’t be able to keep putting off his master. Sooner or later I was going to have to deal with him.

Several minutes had gone by in silence. I glanced at Renee wondering what had distracted her from her idle chatter. She sat by the window, the sun highlighting her hair, wringing her hands nervously in her lap.

“What’s up, mom?” I asked casually, but was really nervous.

“Well, I’m not sure if I should tell you this. I mean, you’re so much better now…and bringing this up might undo all…” she trailed off, looking everywhere but at me.

I sat heavily on the bed, my bag clutched in my lap and said, “Just tell me.”

“Your dad said that…that Alice Cullen contacted him shortly after I brought you here. Just checking up on you, I guess.”

I felt like I’d been run over by a truck; my breath whooshed out of me and my heart was beating a chaotic rhythm at the mere mention of a Cullen. Why would she call? It wasn’t like any of them cared what happened to me. So, she’d had a vision of me living in Florida seeing a shrink and thought she’d get all the gory details from Charlie. I bet they were having quite the laugh at the worthless human that needed psychiatric help to get over her first love.

My last moments with Edward crashed over me. “It will be as if I’d never existed.” That’s one of the last things he’d ever said to me, promised me. Damn little liar!

I stood abruptly, angrier than I’d ever been at being so gullible as to call any of them my friend. “Can we go now? I want out of here.”

–

I climbed out my bedroom window to sit on the flat roof that overlooked the ocean and flipped my phone open staring indecisively at Dylan’s number. I hadn’t gotten the chance to say good bye and this would be the first night in weeks that I wouldn’t have his oddly entertaining company to distract me. And man, did I need a distraction. My anger towards all things Cullen had not lessened. In fact, if at all possible, it had ballooned into full blown fury. If I saw one of them right now, I’d be more likely to slap them than hug them.