I'll stay with you
The walls will fall before we do
Take my hand now
We'll run forever
I can feel the storm inside you
I'll stay with you
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The Goo Goo Dolls, "Stay With You"
Renesmee's Corvette
9:53 pm
Jacob
"Are we ever going back?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked on the quickly passing road ahead of the Corvette.
"No." Her tone was impassive, with a hint of anger. I looked over at her. Her eyes remained on the road, but as if she wasn't really seeing it. "Don't give me that look!" Her voice had a frustrated tone, scolding, like a mother talking to her small child.
"Don't give me that tone," I muttered. She reached over and slapped me. "Don't hit me, either!" I said more loudly, in the same annoyed tone that she had used with me a few moments ago.
"Don't be an ass," she said coolly.
I ignored her.
She popped a CD into the CD Player, cranked it up, and increased the cars' speed.
"I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND BABY! I'M NOT YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY! I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND BABY! WON'T BE YOUR NASTY LITTLE BOY!" Then the guys started to rap. 3oh!3. Renesmee's favorite band to blast when she was angry with someone. Who had never before been me. I already hated rap. Now I officially despised this techno rap group.
"Could--"
"No."
We sat in silence---no, I should say, not speaking as we were being deafened-- for seven hours.
"Hungry?" she eventually asked. Her tone was lighter. She wasn't angry anymore. Didn't mean that I wasn't. Just because my wife suffered from Bi-Polar Disorder.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, speaking loudly and more slowly.
"No." I repeated her earlier response in the same flat tone.
"What are you mad for? That I took you away from my mother?"
My head whipped around. "How dare--"
"What, do you want to go back to her?" Her voice was cracking. Tears began to pour down her face. She pulled over into the middle of a carpool lot off the side of the highway. I reached out, and she pushed my hand away. She wiped her eyes and then looked at me with a cold, empty stare that penetrated right through me and into the depths of my soul. Literally. She unlocked the car doors. She leaned over me and pushed open the door. Unbuckled my seatbelt. "Out." I didn't budge. "Out!" She repeated in a louder, firmer voice. She pushed me. I pulled the door shut.
"I'm staying with you." I told her firmly.
"No you are not."
"Yes, I am."
We sat, glaring at each other for a few minutes.
She sighed, frustrated, slamming her palm down on the steering wheel. She turned back to me, her gaze softer. Somewhat hurt. "You still love her, don't you?"
"No, I don't," I told her, honestly.
"You do, but you don't know it."
"I know my own innermost thoughts. I don't. Honestly, I do not love anyone besides you," I told her, taking her chin in my hand. "Not in any way. You're my best friend, my wife, my soul mate. The one thing I need to keep me living. My very reason for living. Do you know how I was before you? I as a mess. A terrible, hopeless mess. Here I was, sixteen, no mother, my sisters hated me, my father distant. Nobody I could really, honestly trust. Depressed already. Then I net your mother. I thought she was a great friend, but I was too stupid to realize that she was simply using me, because she missed your father. She lead me on, she used me, she took bits away from me. And I let her. I tried everything I could to keep her away from Edward when he came back, but nothing worked. I heard of the wedding, and I ran away. For months. But I sucked it up and went back for the wedding. I wanted to see her human one more time. While your parents were on their honeymoon, I contemplated suicide. Method after method, but I couldn't be sure about anything, if it would work or not. Then you came, and made me better. You helped me to grow up, helped me to see the real beauty of life. But you were healthy for me. Gave me some perspective. I do not love your mother, or anyone else, for that matter. You are my reason for living." I stressed the last sentence.
The ice in here eyes melted, and she kissed me for a long time. "You're welcome, then." She smiled at me. "So…where do you want to go to?"
"What? You have no plan?"
She laughed. "No."
"Well where are we?"
She shrugged. "I wasn't paying attention. To where I was driving."
"I wasn't either." She grinned at that. "Hey, it's not funny." Then we both burst out laughing.
"But seriously, we should find a gas station or something and ask.
"Yeah, okay. Or just drive. Let's just drive." She twisted the keys in the ignition.
"Do you want me to drive?" I asked.
"Sure, sure." She got out and started walking around to my side. I got out and went to the drivers' seat.
"So where to?" I asked her.
"Drive until you find a pretty little town, and then we'll live there." I chuckled as she leaned back in her seat, and quickly fell asleep.
All right, sorry that its been so long, that not much happened in this chapter, and that it's so short. I hope you still enjoyed it. Next chapter I'll have Bella trying to hunt them down, and I'm debating a twist. Please review, feel free to give suggestions!
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Rose Tyler