A/N: Okay i figured out who's gonna be at the door and stuff but think about this: Mike Newton coming in while Edward doesn't have a grip on Bella and stealing her away with Edward chasing him snapping at his heels... of course that wouldn't last long he's so much faster than the vile human. Any ways I thought that would be something funny for you to think about. Sorry for taking so much space up here. Now "On with the show!"

A Knock At The Door

Charlie didn't have time to get to the door because as soon as Alice heard his voice she burst through the front door screaming, "We gotta get outta here!" Grabbing Charlie's hand and throwing a quick glance at Edward before tugging Charlie towards the door. Edward immediately picked me up and carried me after them.

"Bella!" A familiar voice called for me, more like at me. It was fierce, and sounded very upset.

Alice and Charlie were standing shocked at the front door staring at an apparently enraged Jacob when Edward and I came into view. "Oh, shit. Well there goes my vision" Alice fumed as she slumped to the floor.

"Huh?" Charlie asked dumbstruck.

"Jacob. No." Edward commanded, apparently trying to keep Jacob from saying something the rest of us would regret.

Jacob just looked at me. "Bella," he roared. "Why so soon? And why didn't you want to send me an invitation? I thought you said you loved me. I mean I knew you'd choose the bl... erm... him over me, but this is ridiculous." He was near crying now. I had never seen Jacob cry, nor did I want to.

"Jacob, I didn't want you to have to choose. To choose between seeing what you knew would be the most painful thing in the world to watch, and knowing I knew you were invited and just not coming. Jacob I do love you I realize that now, and I'm sorry, but it's too late." I glanced at Charlie to see how he was doing. He just stood there, his eyes darting between Jacob, Edward and me. "Dad, I'm sure you're confused as all hell right now, but I'll explain everything to you eventually if I can. I'm sorry I've hurt you all so much. And I'm sure you know that if I could I would take it all back and never have come to live in Forks in the first place." I hung my head and asked Alice and Edward to come with me to my room. I knew Charlie wouldn't object as long as Alice was there and I really needed to talk to someone, someone who already knew everything that would happen in the next few weeks. "Jacob, I'll talk to you later." I said and then headed up stairs with Alice and Edward in tote.

Once upstairs, Alice and Edward sat perfectly still, seriously they looked like statues, on my bed and waited 'till I was ready to say something.

"Alice, do you think you could do me a huge favor and help me with something."

"Sure, Bella. What is it," she asked bouncing up and down on my bed.

"Well," I stammered, "I was wondering if you could help me get some alone time with Edward tomorrow night, and what with Charlie so cautious about him being here... I just thought you the best one for the job."

Alice closed her eyes for a moment and quickly opened them. "Damn, that mutt is still here. Bella, do you think you could get rid of him for me?"

Edward immediately objected to me going downstairs alone, even with Charlie there. "No, she's not going alone. Alice you can't see the future with him especially. I'm not going to risk him stealing her away and crossing the border. I won't lose her to him again."

"Well, lets get going then." I said as I bounded out of the room with Edward dragging behind me. "Hey, dad you think I could stay with Alice tonight we've got some things I just realized I needed to discuss with their family, and since I won't be able to do it tomorrow I figured tonight would be better." I claimed trying not to look at Jacob.

A/N: Oh shit! I took a break from writing cause I had some other things I had to handle and I come back to finish this chapter up and I'm sitting here thinking "When did I write this?, Why can't Bella discuss things tomorrow? Why did Alice freak out so bad from Jacob coming?" I really hate it when this happens. I think I'm going to call my fiancee and ask him why I would write something so unanalytical it's so unlike me. I'll update ASAP. Sorry for the inconvenience. . . and the cliffy. Peace A