A/N: So, this has been a LOOOONG time coming… I had originally posted the beginning of a sequel to High School Heartache but decided after just a few chapters that I really REALLY hated where it was going, so I went back to the drawing board and came up with what I hope will be a better resolution for my story. For those of you who have been patiently waiting (for a very long time), thank you!

Here is the prologue to the sequel… suggestions for a title would be appreciated as I'm coming up blank. Please let me know what you think.

DISCLAIMER: All Twilight characters are the creation of Stephenie Meyer; I'm just using them for my story's purpose(s).

The tears were streaming down my face. They haven't stopped coming for four hours. My father, I couldn't call him "dad" anymore, had literally taken me (and the rest of the family) hostage. I was currently sitting in an uncomfortably seat on a crowded 747 bound for the Atlantic coast. Charlie still wouldn't tell Emmett or me where we were going. It was apparent from the moving vans that had showed up as were pulled away from Edward and my home that Charlie and Renee had been planning this for a while.

I had screamed the entire trip to the airport. But it was useless. Charlie simply turned up the radio and ignored my screaming protests. When I got to the airport, I thought I'd create so much of a disturbance, they wouldn't possibly let me on a plane, but Charlie had been smarter than that. He simply showed his badge and practically treated me like some prisoner he was transporting across country.

So here I was. Crushed between my huge older brother and father. Both were dozing on the flight and making it impossible for me to move much. Not that there was anywhere for me to really go. It's not like I'd jump from the plane at this point. My body felt like I'd just ran a marathon after staying awake for a week. There was no way I'd be doing much of anything at this point.

"Can I get you anything, sweetie?" a overly-nice flight attendant said to me in a whisper.

I shook my head and felt another tear fall down my cheek. I could see clouds below the wings of the plane out the window and stars were above us. I wished there was someway that this wouldn't be happening to me. I had no idea what could have driven my parents to kidnapping me over 3,000 miles from the place I'd come to believe my home, but I silently prayed that they would soon come to their senses.

I closed my eyes and envisioned Edward's face next to mine. I could almost hear his voice whispering in my ear. He'd tell me that we'd be okay and that no matter what he loved me. He'd tell me that we'd be together soon and I just had to have faith.

Faith…. Something I had very little of currently.

A soft ding sounded through the cabin signaling that we would be landing soon. I wiped away another tear as I realized that my parents' plan was practically complete. And no amount of kicking, screaming, complaining, or carrying-on would change that. I would have to dig deep at this point and find faith.

Faith that I would get to go home soon. Faith that Edward wouldn't hate me. Faith that this wasn't going to break my heart into pieces too broken to be fixed.