A/U: I know that its kind of soon to be posting the second chapter but I was so willing to get this out. Its shorter than the first one but not by much. J
I had no knowledge of how long I had been crying in my room. I just know that the tears wouldn't stop. They were mostly tears of fear. Not for myself. But for my family. For my Jacob. I couldn't leave them to die for me. It had already happened once before. I was lucky that they had survived that. Everything was my fault.
Suddenly, the tears stopped when an idea came to me. Maybe I could fight them myself. I mean, they couldn't be that powerful. All I had to do was get to St. Helens. Alice had said they were there, right?
After contemplating my thoughts for a split second, I ran over to where my bank lay on my desk. My parents had given me 100 dollars for each of my birthdays and I had yet to spend any of it. I had no need to. So, all in all, I had 400 dollars with me which was sure to be more than enough. Then, I packed a bag, I pulled out a piece of paper and began to write a note to Jacob. Though, it was all chicken scratch. My tears were making it all to difficult to see.
"'O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet'" I read as I wrote. "I love you."
Romeo and Juliet had been Jacob and I's favorite movie. And it always would be. We thought that it reflected our relationship. Vampires and werewolves were sworn enemies but Jacob and I broke that barrier when he imprinted on me the day I was born.
I took one last look at my life that I was leaving behind, possibly for good, and I opened me window. I slung the bag that I had packed, over my shoulder and climbed down the trellis. I always used it when I would go see Jacob at night.
At that moment, my family was probably realizing that I was gone. My dad would read my thoughts to make sure I was alright and he would know that I had left. Everyone would come rushing upstairs and find me gone. They would get Jacob to get the wolves looking for me. But, they would never find me. Odds are, I would die fighting for my family.
I gulped and tried to think of something else. Like, if I did live through this whole experience, my parents would probably kill me after wards.
So finally, I crouched and then took off running. I could run all the way to St. Helens. But, I would have to sleep. The only disadvantage of being half human was still requiring sleep. Sleeping would be losing ground and losing time. I would try my hardest to stay awake as long as I could. I could survive off the animals in the forest and buy human food if needed. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.
I stopped not long after departing from my house. I had no idea how to get to St. Helens. I would have to stop to get a map at a local gas station. I just had to avoid anyone that may recognize me in the process.
I ran through town until I saw the nearest gas station. It was probably the smallest in Forks. It was hard to even move around. Shockingly, I had never been in this gas station before. I picked out an atlas from the rack and threw it on the counter for it to be rang up.
"Going on a road trip?" the sales clerk asked me sweetly. She was a homely women. Heavy set with scraggly gray hair and muddy brown eyes.
"Yeah," I smiled. I had been taught to be nice to everyone. Physical appearance was no factor on whether I liked a person or not.
"You look a little young, sweet heart. Are your parents around?" her face showed concern. I did only look to be about 16 or 17. Not many kids went on there own at that age. But, I wasn't just any kids.
"Yeah," I lied, handing her the money. I could easily see her suspicion. She looked out the window. There were no cars in the parking lot. I took the atlas before she could do or say anything else. I just hoped that she didn't call the cops on me. That would not go over well with my family.
When I went back outside, all my hopes seemed to drain. The snow was picking up and the sky was darkening. A storm was on its way and I would need to seek shelter before it hit. But, St. Helens was only 4 hours away so if I ran all through the night, I would be there by the morning.
"Hey!" someone called. I didn't stop. It was the woman from the gas station. I kept on running until the storm became to big to run through. I had been running for about ten minutes and I had already had to stop. I would never get to St. Helens .
"I'd like check in for the night," I told the clerk at the motel that I was forced to check into. It was ratty and gross and nothing like home. I missed home. I missed home a lot. But, I couldn't let thoughts like that stop me. I had to get this done before anything else happen. Before my family could intervene. Before they could die fighting for me.
"Here," the man at the counter handed me my key and I made my way back out into the storm. I had never stayed in a hotel where the rooms led to outside. Whenever we traveled, we stayed in something much classier. Like, the Hilton or the Radisson. Nothing like what I was staying in.
The room was no better. It was a single bedded room. The walls were painted with an ugly floral pattern and the comforter matched. There was no way that I was getting under those blankets. Actually, I probably wouldn't even sleep. I would just lay awake, waiting for the storm to pass and waiting for my chance to finally get out of Forks.
But, much to my dismay, when I had laid down on the bed to flip through TV channels, I fell asleep. I didn't awake until the next day. I knew it was the next day because everything was draped in white. The snow storm was over but it had left its mark. Running was always difficult in the snow but I would just have to manage.
I wondered if my family was freaking out. Were they out looking for me? Was I to far away for my thoughts to be read by my father? Had Jacob gotten my note? So many thoughts ran through my head as I set out for running. It was cold. Bitterly cold. But, that didn't even affect me.
" Start out going South on N Spartan Ave toward E division street," I read the map that I had bought once outside the motel that I would hopefully never have to stay in or see again. Where was North Spartan Avenue? Funny thing is, I had lived in Forks my entire life and I didn't know my way around at all. I was always driven everywhere by someone in my family. I really didn't get out much.
I ran all over town until I stopped at the sign covered in snow that read North Spartan Avenue. Good, I was where I needed to be. Now, I had to go towards East Division street. Wherever that was.
"Hey!" I called to the first person that passed me. They would know where it was. The person stopped to look at me. "Can you tell me how I get to East Division Street?"
"Yeah, sure," he said. " Just keep going north from here and you should see a sign about a mile down the road."
"Thanks," I said, going south from my current position. I was forced to go at a human pace while at the public eye so it took me about 15 minutes just to get to East Division. I followed the directions until I reached a stretch of forest. I cheered silently. Now I could run at my own pace and eat what I chose. Speaking of which, I was starving. I hadn't gotten to eat yesterday before everything went awry.
Once I was deep enough in the forest, I searched for some prey. But, I saw nothing but some squirrels and a couple rabbits. Looks like the storm drained my luck with food and I would now be forced to eat human food.
Great, just great.