"In the name of all that is good and holy in the world, what is this

When I woke up, I was in a car. My father's Volvo. My head was resting on Jake's lap, and he was sound asleep. My mother was looking out the window and my father was driving. We were driving super fast down the freeway. It was very dark outside. Where are we going? I thought as I noticed the boxes at my feet.

"Home, darling." I heard my dad say.

"Back to Forks." Declared mom.

A pang of guilt ran through me. This was my fault.

"Actually, not just yours." Stated dad in an amused voice.

"It's not funny, Edward."

"What happened?" I asked, confused.

Dad chuckled and cleared his throat.

"Well," he said, still in an entertained tone, "when Emmett knocked out Eli, he…um…hit a little too hard. He woke up with a giant bump on his head and a complete memory loss of the last four days, except for the image of you. Even though the nurse couldn't explain how a small incision in Eli's chest could have resulted in such a dramatic blood stain, she said that the only memory of you and the bump must be the outcome of a bad hit on the head and a dream."

Mom sighed.

"Poor guy." She said.

"Oh, he'll get over it. Anyways, hon', it's his fault too."

I couldn't help but laugh. Out of all people to make sure Eli would lose a bit of memory, they'd chosen Emmett.

As we continued speeding, I got up from Jacob's knees and looked out the window. I saw Grandpa Carlisle's Caddillac, Emmett's Jeep and Alice's Porche either in front, next to, or behind us. All cars were packed with boxes.

"So we're going back home, huh?"

"Yes, honey. We're going back home." Said Mom, flashing me a nice little smile.

I rested my head once more to Jake's lap and stared at the ceiling. I felt relieved that no one was mad at me.

I smiled. Home, I thought, as my eyes closed once more and my body relaxed, only hearing the lullaby of the speed and of Jacob's light snores.

Where I belong.

The End.