11 years later
Even after all these years I still remember that night perfectly in the sequence they happened. It is something I relive every day. A burden I must live with. After saying goodbye to the pack and Dad, I took Ness and ran. We were jumping from town to town. I hardly slept in those two weeks on the run. I survived off whiskey and fear. I needed to keep this child alive. I hadn't phased, feeling too scared, too guilty for just leaving like a coward. To be honest in that time I wanted nothing to know of what happened. Thinking about how there might not have been any survivors, me just leaving my pack. All I knew was that I had to keep her safe.
Ness and I were in some dump of a town in Southern California when Sam found us.
"Time to come home Jake," said Sam.
"What happened?".
"Ah, Jacob, this isn't the place," said Sam, looking around the run down motel room, then at Nessie still asleep in bed.
"Dammit! So help me! I don't give a fuck if 'this isn't the place'. I need – no, deserve answers,".
"Okay, well no one got hurt Jake. You can calm down, you will wake up Nessie".
"That's great! What the fuck Sam. Why didn't you just fucking say that," I said forgetting Ness was there sleeping.
I was relieved, in that moment anyway. The news that Sam gave me was something that would affect us for years to come.
"Jake, it is not that simple, ay uh well… the Cullens are gone, "said Sam. "Like missing Jake," Sam continued. "They are gone. No one can track them. No trace of them anywhere".
"Momma and daddy are gone," questioned woke somewhere in the middle of all the yelling.