Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, not me.

Preface

BPOV

"Edward. Take me home now!" I needed to go home. James would go there. He'll hurt Charlie because of me. I can't do that to him. He doesn't deserve that. I looked over to Edward. He was still driving at over 120. His fists were gripping the wheel. His knuckles becoming even whiter if that is possible. His face was a bitter mask showing no emotion. He wasn't going to do what I asked.

"Edward!" I shouted finally getting through to him.

"What Bella?" Tears already streaming my face I could feel a lump in my throat. I could barely speak. I tried to swallow against it but it was a wasted effort. I needed him to understand. Needed him to listen and take me home. I can't leave Charlie to face that. "Turn the car around now." My voice was nothing more than a whisper but I knew he could hear it.

"No." Was all he replied. He wouldn't even look at me.

For the first time that I noticed he was actually paying attention to the road. Alice sat in the passenger seat next to him. Her eyes looked like there was a veil over them, like she wasn't here, like her mind was somewhere else.

"Charlie is at home. He'll notice I'm missing and call the FBI! – Carlisle and Esme! They'll all have to leave, to hide forever!" I don't want them to go. I'll miss them too much.

"Calm down, Bella." His voice was cold. "We've been there before."

"Not over me you don't!" I struggled violently. I needed to stop him. They should not leave over me.

Alice spoke for the first time. "Edward, pull over." He flashed her a hard look, and then sped up. "Edward, let's just talk this through." Yes, talk. That's good idea. Maybe Alice can make him turn around.

He sighed loudly in frustration "You don't understand," he roared. I'd never heard his voice so loud; it was deafening. Even though I had little light, I could clearly see his eyes darken with anger

and . . . fear? The speedometer increasing slightly.

"Edward, pull over now. We are going to talk about this and find a solution. Right now your solution is not the best choice. She demanded in a firm voice filled with more authority.

A.N. This is just a taste of the story more will come when my computer is fixed.