Ok this is the second chapter, hope you like it please review!

Nessie POV:

It has always been incredibly easy to lie to Jake. He never ever suspects that I can't be perfect. With this knowledge comes a burden. It is annoying knowing that no matter what I he will always forgive me. However I have no problem working this to my advantage. I feel a strong feeling of guilt for what I am about to do. But I push it aside because this is what I need. And right now what I need, is what I am working towards. I deserve to get to do what I want, after all it is how I was raised.

It is sad how easily he will believe me. I once told him that I was taking golf lessons and he smiled and said 'that's weird but ok!' The golf lessons lasted three months and went on for three hours three times a week. The only thing is they weren't actually golf lessons. Because honestly GOLF? That is a joke! In reality I was meeting Nathan another half vampire. We had an affair, but it got boring after awhile.

I own a small cottage home on Red Lane just outside of Forks. There are no other houses near mine and that gives me pleasure of being able to go there as often or hardly ever as I please. During the 'golf lessons' I would invite Nathan over and we would have our fun. Then I would usher him out the door and I would take a shower and get Nathan's scent off of me. Jake never suspected and we continued our happy little "marriage". When the affair got boring I dumped Nathan but continued my 'lessons' with another man.

Being with him was much different than being with Jake or Nathan. Drake was a shape shifter and very rough and passionate. Once again Jake never suspected and eventually I got rid of Drake as well. No one ever thought for a second that I was cheating except for the stupid bitch Leah. She was always an issue but Jake didn't listen to her so I was safe.

But getting to the point there is a reason I have been so upset today. It feels like I am being stifled and tied down. I don't get to really live my life. I love Selene but I am so young. I deserve to get the chance to live my life. In reality I am only fourteen. Sure I have the mental and emotional maturity of a thirty year old and physical maturity of an eighteen year old. But in the end I have only been on the earth for fourteen years! I feel like I haven't really gotten to live. And I deserve to live!

I feel like it was already planned before I was one year that I would marry Jake. I was never given a choice! It was like an arranged marriage. The whole family thought that I wanted to marry Jake. They had no idea that it was really just an obligation. I love Jake but I am not sure if it the right kind of love. I want to get to see if there are other kinds of love out there. I want to see if I can find another man that will give me what I want. I want to find a man that will get mad at me sometimes. I want to find a man that isn't perfect and doesn't think I am!

I step into the bathroom but don't bother turning on the light. My eyes adjust quickly and I can hear Jake snoring contently I let out a brief sigh of relief. Now that he is asleep again I know I have a very good chance of continuing my plan without further interruption. I walk deeper into the bathroom and open the closet. I grab the blue bag that has been sitting there for months and place the strap over my shoulder. Everything that I will need for a few months is in that bag. When I first found the bag I hadn't given it a second thought. But after a month I packed it for "just in case". Then I packed it completely so when this moment came I could just leave quickly. Yes, I had known that this would happen one day. I hadn't necessarily planned it out but I was prepared for it.

I pause for a moment to make sure that Jake really is still asleep. He is, thankfully. I have never been more grateful for his exceptional sleeping skills than I am now. I feel an ache deep down in my heart but I know this is the right thing to do. Then the feeling disappears as quickly as it came. I deserve to get to live and have fun. This domestic life is not what I want. A quick burst of excitement replaces that ache and gets stronger when I realize that soon I will be free. Sweet freedom is calling to me. I go into Selene's room and I am surprised to see my daughter's beautiful eyes staring at me.

Those eyes show a dark, deep wisdom and fire. She looks up at me and I feel like she is staring into my soul. I just know that she knows I am leaving. "I love you. Don't ever forget that, ok? Even though I won't be here I will always love you. Now and forever. Please, forgive me." I take a step back and she doesn't cry. For some reason that fact stings. I try to remind myself that maybe she doesn't understand that I will not be coming back. But deep down I know that she knows I won't be back for a while and it hurts that she didn't cry.

I turn my back to her and walk quietly and quickly out of the room. I pause in front of our- no his room and whisper, "I am sorry. So sorry…"

To me the words sound fake and insincere but I do mean them to some extent. And with that I walk away from his room. I walk away from two years of memories in this house. I walk down the stairs for the last time but I feel no stinging in my eyes. Freedom is calling to me and I want to break free and run towards it.

I know it isn't fair to play with Jake's emotions but I didn't mean to. Well maybe I did mean to, but I didn't mean to as bad as I did. I know I shouldn't have had sex with him last night but I wanted him to have good last memories of me and I wanted to see how good of a feeling he gave me. I guess I kind of ruined the good last memories thing by freaking out on him today. I am usually good at hiding what I want to but for some reason today I couldn't. It was a nuisance because Jake was almost suspicious and that could have ruined everything! I walk into the dining room and find a pen and a piece of scrap paper. All I write on it is Good-bye. I am sorry. It isn't enough for what he will go through but it's something. And I do recognize he deserves something at least.

I keep my head held high and exit their house. It isn't mine anymore. I will find a new home and maybe one day I'll come back. The good thing is if I do come back Jake will forgive very easily. With that comforting thought in my mind I start up my car and leave this town and this state and I try to out run the memories that assault my mind.

Jake's POV:

When I wake up something feels different, wrong and bad. I feel a deep ache in my heart and for a fraction of a second I once again worry about Nessie. But then I take a deep breath and calm myself down. I laugh at myself, Nessie is right I am paranoid. I get up, off of our bed and stretch for a little while. I let out a yawn and go into Selene's room. Her eyes flick open and she looks at me with her gorgeous eyes and I smile at her. Selene lets out her high pitched laugh that is contagious and she gives a bright, warm smile. I pick her up and she laughs even more. I walk slowly down the stairs making sure not to loosen my grip on her. Granted even if she did fall she would fine because of her vampire/werewolf blood. But Nessie would kill me if Selene fell and I didn't feel like dealing with her wrath.

I was surprised when I didn't smell any food cooking and I placed Selene in her downstairs crib. I looked around very briefly and then jogged upstairs. I checked the bedroom first, thinking that I hadn't realized that she was there. She wasn't. Even worse is the fact that her scent is stale. None of this seemed like it is good. She hasn't been in our room for at least four hours and that worries me. It is only 8'o clock and is she hasn't been in our room for four hours she would have had, had to leave at 4 in the morning.

Why on earth would she have left to go anywhere at four in the morning? We are in Forks, Washington nothing would have been open that late or early! Ness must be somewhere in this house. She simply has to be! I check the bathroom but no one is there. I try to calm down the panic that is desperately trying to claw its way out of me. I practically run to our baby's room and look for her.

I almost fly down the stairs and run around the house desperately trying to find her. My heart is aching and I have a sick feeling. I keep trying to tell myself not to be so paranoid. It doesn't work. Worry is flooding threw my blood and I want to yell. Without a doubt when I find Nessie she'll yell at me. But it will be worth knowing that she is ok.
I double checked and then I tripled checked but it was in vain. I was surprised that my agitated state wasn't affecting Selene. She had somehow managed to drift back into a seemingly peaceful sleep. A new spark of hope enlightened in me. It was painfully obvious! Nessie would never leave me AND Selene. If she were to have left she would have taken our daughter with her.

With that new ember of hope in me I rechecked upstairs. Deep down in my heart I have a feeling that she is gone but I can't bring myself to believe it. So I search for her relentlessly. I call out her name repeatedly and beg for her to come out from wherever she was. She simply HAS to be around here somewhere! She wouldn't leave Selene. She wouldn't. I feel ridiculous but I even opened up the closets thinking that for some reason she may have gone in it. I went up into the attic. I searched in every nook and cranny that we have in this house. I look at Selene briskly to check that she is still ok and open the front door. I browse the surrounding area as quickly as I can and come up with nothing new.

I walk indoors feeling utterly defeated. It is all so confusing. I almost want to believe that someone kidnapped her but I know that is not what happened. I would have heard someone come in and Nessie would have fought her way away from the person. Hopelessly I check downstairs for the last time. I know that she isn't here and that I will not find her no matter how hard I look for her. Then I see a tiny piece of scrap paper. It had suns and moons and stars all over a black background and then had a white space in the middle. Written in a clear, easy to read, crisp, brief cursive were the words: "Good-bye. I am sorry…"

SORRY! Sorry! Good-bye! What! The words were so simple but what they mean floats around me causing a deep aching pain in my heart. She really did leave. She left me and Selene. I thought Nessie loved us. I guess she is more like a vampire than I wanted to admit. She lied. She promised she would stay with me forever. Maybe I could have dealt with her just leaving me, but she left our daughter! What do I tell Selene when she is older? Selene deserves a mother that won't ever leave her and that won't lie to her like Nessie did. I hold my breath for a moment and just hope that maybe one day Renesme will come back to me and to our daughter.

I am very upset and the distress is rolling off in waves from me. Eventually my baby girl cries because she can sense my stress. I take a deep breath and go over to our daughter. I pick her up and Neisse's ridiculously expensive jasmine spice perfume travels up to my nose. The scent is now hours old but it is there. She came and said good bye to our baby but not to me. Anger wraps its deathly warm embrace around me and I struggle to break free and not fall into its trap.

I place Selene down and just watch her for a moment. I thank whatever or whoever that she doesn't look more like her mother. I really don't need another reminder of what happened today and who left me. Somehow Selene managed to fall back into a deep sleep again. I let out a sad sigh and walk out the back door. I phase and stare at the afternoon sky. The clouds are lazy and fluffy and the sky is a bright blue. Then I see a humongous dark gray cloud coming towards the other clouds. It blocks the sun and the rain starts to pummel the earth. Thunder booms loudly and I can hear the Cullen's playing baseball. Lightning strikes across the sky and it lights the heavens up in a dangerously seductive way. Knowing that I can phase quite safely now, I do.

As a wolf the noise is ten times louder than it seemed before. I let out a soft whine before letting out a howl. The howl I let out is filled with sorrow, anger and angst and the distant memories of happiness. I don't know how long I sat there and howled for but it was important that I let it all out. Sorrow filled my bones but anger ran through my veins. How could she leave me and our very young daughter! I had done everything she ever asked me to! I had never let her down. I had always been there for her!