I watched her last breath. Heard her last words, and held her hand as she made the last feeble movement that she would make in this life. I didn't want to believe it and to this day, eight years later, I still dont want to believe that Bella Swan is dead. Sometimes I will sit and wonder for hours, would it be any easier on me if I, Jacob Black, wasn't the one who took her life away with my own two hands? I like to think no, she would be dead either way, it was the lesser of two evils.

I try not to think about it anymore, for my family's sake. My wife Lin put up with so much from me already, we've been married for three years, I was twenty-two and she was twenty. I can't explain how much I love her, and to mourn love lost so long ago has to be selfish. Not to mention our baby, Bo, he's one and a half now, and so full of energy. No, my teenage loves and losses cannot get involved in my life anymore. I'm a grown man and Bella is just a faint memory in the back of my mind. There's nothing left from my old life. I live in Canada now, up in the mountains. I own a small restauraunt with Lin. it has made me a good living and I honestly enjoy it. I should have been enjoying everything, my life didn't seem too far from perfect, but I just cant.

It wasn't very long ago, maybe a month now that I think about it (and I have been thinking about it an awful lot) that my life in hiding and denial was brought to an end. At first I didn't believe what I saw, it had been so long since the last time I had seen him, almost as long as Bella's death. It was Emilio, the bastard, the only person I ever truly hated. He looked so different with age that I almost wondered how I could be so sure. He had the same tanned skin and black hair but it was his eyes that gave him away. They were the most unpleasantly familiar thing I could remember about, well, anything of my past. Those pitch black trusting eyes were what ruined my life.

He approached me in the hardware store as if we had never met. He was holding a tomato in his hand, "excuse me," he said extending his free hand as if to shake mine. I would not give in to his kindness, "Names Kyle, the family and I just moved up here a few days ago."

A fake name, he thought he was being clever. Two could play that game, "Welcome to the neighbourhood, I'm Alan." It had to be one of the hardest things I had possibly ever done, greeting the enemy with a smile. If this turned into small talk I would surely kill myself.

It was like he could read my thoughts; he started making conversation, "Thank you. This move has been so hard on our family. My wife, she hates it, having to meet all new friends. Enrolling our kid into a new school where he knows nobody. It's tough," I was trying not to show my enragement at his story. I hoped he was done, but of course he continued, "Anyway Alan, your married right?"

I nodded sceptically.

"Kids?"

This time I was smarter, "No, not for us."

Something seemed to spark behind his eyes, "Hmm, you look like the fatherly type to me. But who am I to have an opinion on that. I don't even know you, Alan," The look he gave me said the complete opposite. Then he tossed his tomato in the air and gave me a knowing smirk. That one smirk told me everything, he knew who I was and he was back for revenge.

There was only one thing on my mind, get Lin and Bo and get away. As far away as possible.

A horrible thought then occured to me; what if he was going to my house right now. I let the bastard leave the hardware store before me. God, If he got my family...The thought made me cringe. I then realised something else; Lin was working at the restaurant and Bo was at daycare. Relief flooded through me as my clumsy fingers fumbled on my cell phone to call my wife.

Emilio couldn't know that much about be now. He couldn't know where I work. There's no way in hell he could know about Bo. I had to be okay for now, but it wouldn't last long. I had to take action. With my phone being held to my ear in one hand and the other fumbling for the keys to my truck, I sprinted out of the hardware store forgetting everything except the need to keep my family safe.