Tears welled in my eyes as I watched my childhood home fade into the background. With my nose pressed against the glass of the back window of the car, I silently bade my goodbyes. I mentally said goodbye to my bedroom, my pink canopy bed, all the posters still hanging on my walls. I said goodbye to the kitchen where I had eaten so many meals and even begun to learn how to cook simple things. I said goodbye to the living room with my favorite red rug still lying on the floor. Picturing the members of my family, I silently bade them goodbye as well. Tears finally started to fall as I said my goodbyes to Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper, and Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett. More tears fell as I pictured myself saying goodbye to the La Push wolves and their imprints—they were my friends and I would miss them terribly. Against my wishes, my mind pictured two faces that struck a pain deep inside of me: my parents.
Edward and Bella Cullen. I used to love their names, the sound of their voices, the feel of their hard hands in my softer ones. But now, any thought of them brings a sickening feeling to my stomach. A sob raked through my chest as my mind wondered to the recent events; the events that know led to me being the in the back of this car, watching everything I know slip away from me.
"Ness," Jacob's gentle voice called from the driver's seat.
"Y-yes," I called back, stuttering through my sobs.
"Oh, Ness," Jacob breathed so softly I barely heard him. But I did and the softness of his voice didn't have its usual effect on me. Before I would have been comforted by how much he cared. Before his soft voice used to be a reminder of the safety of my father. Now his soft voice is just a reminder of pain, of betrayal. Now I can't wait for the moment when he drops the softness and speaks using his usual upbeat tone of voice.
"Jacob…not now." I mumble, turning around in my seat. I sniff and try to forget the disappearing scene behind me. Instead I focus on the passing scenery outside the window to my left; it doesn't help, not at all.
Jacob sighs and I knew that if he wasn't driving he would have run a hand over his face; he always did that when he felt exhausted. Considering the situation, I figured this counted as one of the times where he would be exhausted. "Nessie, I know things seem hopeless right now," This was officially his worst pep talk ever. "But things will get better."
'Things will get better.' That was easy for him to say. His only part in all of this was to get me as far away from Forks, Washington as he could. That didn't seem so soul-retching. Of course, my part doesn't seem so hard either. All I had to do was forget about my old life in Forks and focus on starting a new life with Jacob. Easier said than done, unfortunately. It would have been easy to forget everything and start anew, if only my parents hadn't completely betrayed me, leaving a mark so deep within me, I'm sure it'll never heal.