A/N Wow! You guys blew me away with all the reviews and alerts I received for last chapter. As promised, here is the next one less than a week later!

Just so everyone knows, I feel stupid working the name Twilight in my story somewhere, but I thought it was really the only name I could choose to place ExB's first meeting.

To Larkin, since Bella is a legal adult, her grandmother cannot control her life legally, but if she makes her out to be a suicide risk, she could become her legal guardian and force her to come home. Case in point, Britney Spears. That's not who I based this story on, of course, but her situation is similar.

To Edwards-a-beefcake, no the Cullens are not wealthy in my story. Edward and Emmett both are truck drivers so they really don't make much. I'm not sure if I'm going to have all the family in my story or not, but if I do they'll all be middle-class, too. I've already had Jasper and Alice in the beginning and they're not going to reappear anywhere else.

I'm going to change the rating of this from an M to a T, since Bella decided she was going to calm down after the first chapter and there's really not been any bad language since. So if you wonder why you got an update for chapter 1 from me, just ignore it. I'm just planning on changing the words a little bit. Not enough to change the story any.

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What a lousy, miserable, good for nothing day this has turned out to be. The mornings only just started and I was already wishing I was in bed. Preferably with a bottle of scotch. My grandmother was threatening me with taking me home against my will. And I knew she'd do it, too. She was not a force to be reckoned with. For a little old lady, she sure was spry.

Back to my moping- my truck broke down in the middle of freaking nowhere. At least it died a peaceful death. I loved that old hunk of metal. She deserved a proper sendoff, not being abandoned in some seedy motels parking lot. I shuddered to think of all the vile things that have gone on in these rooms.

And to top it all off, I was just about broke and starving. Not a good way to start my day.

"Hello? Yes, this is Emmett? Who is this?" Emmett's voice brought me out of my daydream and back to reality.

"Hey there, big guy. Um, this is Bella. Do you remember me? We met at the diner?" I asked, nervously. Oh god, what if he only offered his number to be polite and I'm making a fool of myself?

"Miss Bella? Why hello there, pretty lady. I was hoping you'd call me. What's shaking? Are you alright?"

"Well, actually my truck just broke down. I'm stranded god knows where with practically no money and no way to get to where I'm going." I hinted.

"You're shitting me. Where are you at?" He sounded upset.

"I'm not sure. I think I'm in Kentucky, maybe? I haven't really paid the best attention to the road signs. I figured if I headed southwest, I would get there eventually. I'm at a motel. I think it's called the Twilight Motel."

He paused for a second, "I think I know where that is. You should be outside Louisville about twenty miles. I ran through Kentucky a few months back and stayed there. Bella, I'm going to call my brother to pick you up, okay? I know he's headed in your direction, but I don't know how far away he is. Are you going to be alright until then?" He sounded worried, he was to sweet to me.

"Emmett, I really hate to put you and your brother out…"

"Nonsense, Bella. Any friend of mine is a friend of his and I know he'd be more than willing to help a pretty girl get away from her no good ex-boyfriend. You'll be doing us a favor by letting us help you."

Sighing, I slumped my shoulders in defeat. "Thanks Emmett. I'll be fine until then. I'll see if the manager will let me have my key back until he gets here."

"Thatta girl. You just sit tight and I'll call Edward. If he's more than a day away from you, I'll call you back and let you know. Otherwise, just assume he'll be there by nightfall."

"Thank you Emmett. You have no idea how grateful I am."

"Don't worry about it. Bye Miss Bella." He hung up.

I put my phone down and sighed. I wasn't sure if the sigh was happy that I had help coming or sad that at the realization that I was throwing myself into the real world headfirst.

The inside of my truck was near freezing, so I forced myself to get out and go back to the motel's office. The man behind the counter raised his eyebrow at me, wondering what I was doing back.

"Change of plans. I'm going to have to stay for a few more hours, but I should be gone by the end of the day. Can I have my key to my room back until then?"

He grinned and pointed at the sign on the wall. No Pay No Stay it read.

I groaned and dug through my purse. I pulled out my last two twenties and held them out to him, "This is all the money I have. Is it enough or are you to full to accommodate me?" Why was the world full of sarcasm these days?

His eyes lit up as he grabbed the money from me and stuffed it into his pocket. He threw the key at me and turned back to the mini TV he was watching.

I shuffled my way back to my room and unlocked it as quickly as possible. I was cold and hungry, two things that did not go well together. Not to mention, I was cranky beyond words.

Without a doubt, I was going to be in for a bit of a wait. I knew there was no way Emmett's brother, Edward, would be close to me. My luck designated that he be at least a few hours away. I pulled one of my new books out (thanks Jake!), and settled in to read for a little bit. I was halfway through the book when I pulled myself from it to look at the time. It was after one in the afternoon and my stomach rumbled to get my attention. I looked through my bag and saw I only had a couple bags of chips and one bottle of water left. I ate a bag of Frito's slowly, trying to appease my stomach without wasting any of my precious food.

After I had eaten the chips and refilled my water bottle, I laid on the bed and threw my arm over my eyes. What was I thinking doing this? Emmett's brother could be a rapist and murderer for all I knew.

I briefly contemplated calling Emmett back and telling him to forget the whole thing, but I forced myself not to. It was either die alone in this crap shot motel or possibly die at the hands of a serial killer. Either way ends the same. Might as well have the adventure before the death.

I used to have the adventure with Jake. Before he was Mr. Black, he was my Jake. My best friend, my boyfriend, my life. Once we saved up enough money to spend the weekend skiing in Colorado. I had never been on a plane before and he knew I was scared so he held my hand the entire way, whispering that we would be all right and that he loved me. And I believed him. Sure, I ended up falling down a hill and sprained my ankle, which meant I spent the rest of the trip at the hotel, but that wasn't the point. The point was, Jake and me made our own adventures.

Now I was making mine.

Without him.

Groaning, I rubbed my face with my hands. I did not want to think about him. I did not want the memories. From now on, I was going to make my own memories without him. The sado-masochistic side of me said maybe I did not deserve him. But the longer I was away from him, I wondered if maybe he didn't deserve me. I would never have broken his heart like that. Even on the off chance that I did not want to be with him anymore, I still would have broken it to him gently. We could have been friends when all was said and done. The way it was looking now, I didn't think we'd ever even see each other again.

Unless my grandmother finds me before I can find a safe place to stay.

All the daydreaming and intense thinking must have put me to sleep because the next thing I knew, I was dreaming.

I was in a tiny room, dressed all in white. There were no windows on the walls, but there was a door in front of me. I could see Emmett peeking through the crack. He was yelling something at me, but I could not understand it. I think he was telling me to run, but I could not be sure.

All of a sudden, he was pushed back and my grandmother entered, followed closely by Jake. They were smiling at me and telling me everything was going to be fine now.

I tried to back away from them and I could not move. That was when I looked down and realized I was not dressed in white at all.

I was enclosed in a white straight jacket.

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I jerked awake and wiped my arm over my sweaty forehead. The clock on the wall read 3:30 pm. I had only been asleep for a couple hours.

I wondered what had woke me up when I heard it.

Someone was knocking on the door.

Warily, I got up and unlocked it, keeping the chain locked.

The man outside had his back to me and was glancing around the parking lot, looking for me I guessed.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

He turned around and smiled, "You must be Bella. Emmett sent me. I'm Edward, his brother."

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A/N Well I said Edward was coming up, buutt I didn't tell you how much he'd be in this chapter.

Yes, yes I'm mean. But at least I updated fast!