"Would someone please tell us what's going on?!" Mother... You have everything. When they tell you, you'll try to take him away from me. I know you will. But I can't let you do that, I won't let you.

"She's starting to develop... feelings... for him" Congratulations, Jasper, you just released hell.

Hell was awful quiet for a moment. They were all staring at me.

"I'm gonna rip that FREAKING DOD'S throat off!" Rosalie; she was even beautiful when she was full of hate. I was full of hate too, but I had the ability to cry so I was a complete mess. Though, even when I wasn't crying I couldn't compare myself with vampires' beauty. I was only half vampire and I did not get the beautiful genes if I'd say so myself. Of course, everybody else disagreed.

"What..." - my voice broke- "it's not like it makes any difference. This imprint-thing doesn't seem to make him want me that way, anyway... why would he?" The thought of him, rejecting me for someone else, burned under my skin. Please, please, please, please, Jacob, fall in love with me, me, me, me, me, please, please, please.

My dad watched me in pain. Or maybe he was just acting like this was difficult for him. I knew he was listening to my thoughts. Why won't you let me try to make him see me? Just let me try. I'm not a child anymore, dad. I'm seventeen. Doesn't that age ring a bell? Oh, right. You're seventeen, dad.

"I'm over a hundred years. And you're seven." His voice was flat, watching me burn.

"AND MOM IS WHAT? - TWENTYFIVE? Jacob is younger than mom for fuck sake!" Hypocrite, you freaking hypocrite.

"It's illegal." He just wouldn't stop.

" And so are YOU, YOU'VE FREAKING KILLED PEOPLE! Do you want me to turn you in? You, Rosalie... and Jasper haven't followed the law that great either, huh, dad!?" My voice broke at every other word, like I was a boy in puberty.

I won't give in. They. Are. Wrong.

"We just love you, honey. We want to do what's best for you." I hate you. I hate, hate, hate ,hate, hate, hate, HATE, HATE YOU!

"WHAT'S SO FREAKING WRONG WITH HIM, THEN, DAD? THAT MOM WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM ONCE?! You just can't let that go, huh? She had to choose between you two, and she chose you. But guess what, dad, if I'm gonna have to choose,"- breath -" I'LL CHOOSE HIM!" I just hit a weak spot and I knew it. They all froze again, some looking at dad, some looking at me. It was quiet for a moment... Bye, dad. I'm going to Jacob's house, and I'm gonna make him see me. Don't worry, I'm sure he's got a condom so I won't get pregnant by mistake, and then regret that fuck forever.

I stumbled out of the quiet dinning-room.

"No. We don't regret you, Renesmee. We never have and never - " I shut the door.

As I, literally, fell out of my car when I got to Jacob's house, he was there and caught me. My body was so weak from all the crying, but I still couldn't stop.

"Ness, shhh, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

That only made my tears fall faster down my cheeks.

"It's okay. I'm here, Ness. You're safe. What's wrong?" I felt his body shake with anger as he held me in the rain.

"Ed called, he said you were very upset. What's going on?" His body calmed a little bit.

"I-I.. I... Jake, I...they.." It wasn't only that I was crying so hard I couldn't talk, but what was I supposed to say? Hey, my dad and uncle found out that I'm in love with you so now they're probably gonna make me move so I can never see you again, because they've don't like the though of us being together. Sad, huh? Well, isn't it too bad that you imprinted on me? Bad luck, huh? That's life! Bye!

That thought only made my cry even harder.

"Oh, Nessie! You're killing me, here! What has happened? You can just show me." Then, I realized what I wanted to do. I tried to focus as I put my hands on his, of course, bare chest for support. When my head was as high up as his, I smothered the crease between his eyes with my finger tops. He looked at me with wonder, and then took some hair away from my face and stuck it behind my left ear.

With the rain poring down on us, I still didn't get anywhere near cold. The warmth of his skin and the warmth inside of me, because of his touch, could make me sweat in a blizzard.

My legs in his lap, his arms around my back, my hands on each side of his face and his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath. See me, Jacob Black, I thought.