Update 11-17-08 I just changed a few little things in this chapter to make it a T rating.

A/N This is my first Twilight story, so go easy on me!

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What is it about Christmas that makes men go completely bat crap crazy? Are they worried that buying presents equal commitment? It's not like all women demand a gift from them. I would have been happy just renting a damn movie. But instead, here I am in my piece of shit truck trying to make it safely from Forks, Washington down to Dallas, Texas. Two days before Christmas. In a snowstorm. Oh, and did I mention that I only have a quarter tank of gas?

Not only that, but I had no clue where I was at. I've been driving for about two hours now (yes, I know I should have filled up before I left, but when your boyfriend tells you he doesn't love you anymore, you tend to not think of such things), and all I can see are trees and road. Road and trees. Nothing, nothing, nothing and more nothing.

This is all Jake's fault. If he hadn't of had some stupid mid-life crisis, I would be home in my nice warm house, drinking hot freaking cocoa by the fire while he told me how much he loved me. Instead, he comes home from work and tells me that things just aren't working out and that he needs some time to "think".

Well, of course he needs time to "think". It's two days before a major holiday and three days after that slut Leah Clearwater rubbed her furry tits all over him at the town Christmas party.

Huh, what a coincidence…

He said that all he needed was a couple weeks to think things over and that he'll call me and let me know "if" I can come back home. Here's some news for that jerk: GO TO HELL! I may have been naïve, but I sure as heck am not desperate. He could have his "time" to think things over, he could have the rest of his life to think things over!

Twenty-six years old and I've already been screwed over by three different guys. Let's list the ways I'm an idiot, shall we?

First- Mike Newton. I was only sixteen at the time, so it wasn't really that heartbreaking. The idiot still should have had the decency to tell me he was going to sleep with Jessica Stanley at my birthday party.

Second- Jasper Hale. He was the first serious boyfriend. We started dating when I was seventeen and decided to go away to college together at graduation. Little did I know that when he went to his advisement appointment that he'd fall in love with his counselor. He was at least a man and told me before anything serious happened. I've met Alice and she was a sweet girl, I couldn't really be angry.

Well, yes I could.

And third- Jacob Black. Ughh… The reason I'm stuck driving a piece of shit truck twenty miles per hour in a the worst snowstorm in two years. Thank you karma. You really know how to sock it to me, eh?

I could see lights in the distance and I squinted trying to peer through the snowflakes. Thank god, I was coming up on a motel. Too bad for Jake, I still had credit cards of his. Bet he hasn't thought to cancel them yet.

All I had time at home to grab was a couple bags worth of stuff. I was wanting to get out of there before the storm got to bad. Or I punched him. You know, whichever came first. I was voting for the latter. The asshole couldn't have waited until the next morning so I could have drove in the daylight and maybe packed some more stuff. Oh well, things can be replaced. I didn't have very much stuff that held sentimental value. I had a necklace of my moms that was important to me, and a couple pictures of us before she died. My dad was an deadbeat so I didn't keep anything that reminded me of him.

I also took Jake's baseball that was signed by Babe Ruth. It was worth some pretty pennies. No use going broke because he kicked me out, right?

The Broken Bridge Motel was just a little hole in the ground just outside of Washington State. I'd never ventured downstate before, but I guess I wasn't really missing much. The old man behind the bar didn't even ask me what my name was. He just took my credit card and ran it through, no questions asked.

"Do you happen to know where the nearest gas station is?" I asked.

He looked up at me with eyes that said he did not give a flying flip if I was stranded on the side of the road. Slowly he pulled himself up and reached above him for a map. He opened it and halfheartedly pointed to a seemingly random spot on it.

I gaped at him, incredulous that someone could be so lazy. Quickly I thanked him and got the hell out of there.

I had room two. Hard to believe a gem like this place would not be sold out every night. The room was small and mildly damp, but anything was better than a thirty-year-old truck with hardly any heat coming out of it.

The shower was warm, at least. I stood in it for at least twenty minutes without doing anything. I wonder what Jake was doing right now. Probably Leah. She had her eye on him for months. She was pretty, I'll give her that, but she was also on a permanent period. He didn't have to tell me she was the reason this was happening, I'm not stupid. I could hear the whispered conversation behind the bathroom door this morning when he left for work. Three days that this was going on and he was ready to toss me out the door without a moments notice? What could he see in her that I did not have?

I was a college graduate, she was not. Granted, the college was a local community college and I graduated in nursing, but still, that has to count for something right?

She still lived at home with her parents, whereas I had owned my own house. I smirked, well that's one payment I won't have to worry about anymore. Casanova could take care of that one.

I had a steady job, she worked at the local Burger King. I had medical benefits and a retirement fund at the local hospital, which had to put me ahead of free french fries.

Shoot, I was going to have to call the hospital and explain why I would not be there for my next shift. Might as well tell them the truth, that my boyfriend kicked me out and the only place I had to go was halfway across the country.

And most importantly, I loved Jake. Leah just wanted the chase. I was ready to marry him and make little dark haired babies with him. We had even talked about what our children's names were going to be.

The tears finally started coming when I thought of little Renee and Jacob Jr. I would never get to kiss their sweet little lips, never rock them to sleep, never run my fingers through their soft, black hair.

"Damn you, Jake!" I sobbed, curling up on the shower floor. Who really cared if I was giving myself herpes, letting my lady parts touch the nasty floor. At least the herpes would love me. They'd never leave me for some other slut.

I didn't cry when he told me to leave, I didn't even cry when I started my trip. But the thought of never having those perfect babies broke my heart into a million pieces. I wanted to be a mommy so bad that I could taste it. Growing up with no parents makes you want to make it up with your own kids.

Eventually all good things have to end and my tears finally ran out. I got out and put my only pair of pajamas on and brushed my hair. My phone beeped from the bed, signifying that I had a missed someone. A text message from Jake. My stomach cramped at what he might want. Cautiously, I opened it and pressed OK.

You left all your shit, so I'm putting it in storage. The credit card is being shut off in the morning, so make sure you cut it up before you throw it away. And I want my baseball back. Jake.

I laughed, hollowly. Of course, I left all my stuff. You were right behind me begging me to hurry up and leave, you asshole. The credit card was going to be a problem, though. I didn't have enough cash on hand for gas and groceries to make it to Texas. I could always call my grandmother to transfer me some money, but she hated me with every ounce of her being, so I'm sure that was a no go. My friend, Angela, would send me money in a heartbeat, but I hated that since she had just had a baby and would be off work for a few more weeks.

Angela had been my best friend in high school. Before I started dating Jasper, we had planned to move to Los Angeles and work crappy jobs for a few years, saving up enough money to travel. By the time I realized Jasper was going to leave me for a complete stranger, she had already been accepted to a college in Dallas. We've stayed in contact the best we could and she was the only person I knew who would take me in with no questions asked.

I fell into bed that night worrying about tomorrow and wondering how I was going to make it to Texas without having to walk.