Renesmee POV

Jake drove for ages. I just sat in my seat, tears pouring silently down my face. What had I done? Ruined my mother's life for what? Love? Or was it just my stubbornness that had led me to this, and bringing Jake along with me? I was a monster... A stupid, selfish monster. Oh Mum...

Jacob POV

I drove for miles and miles. I had to get us far enough away that Edward wouldn't be able to hear us, or Bella for that matter. Nessie was curled up on the other seat, hugging herself together with her head resting against the window. Pulling the rug off the back seat, I laid it over her sleeping figure, careful not to wake her. Tears had dried onto her cheeks, I brushed them away and kissed her forehead and turned back to the road.

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Half an hour later we arrived at a hotel. It was about 340 miles away from Forks. I picked up Nessie and her bags and made my way inside. The receptionist gave me a funny look when I walked in but nether the less gave me a key and wished me a good stay. I took the small – and smelly – elevator to the top floor.

Our room was very small and dark. I had to duck to get under the door way and I turned on the light. I put down our bags and laid Nessie on the bed. She sighed and rolled over onto her back. Looking around the room quickly I saw a phone. I strode over to it and picked it up.

"Room Service. How may I help you?" A bored voice said.

"Um, can I get..." I picked up the menu by the phone and scanned over it quickly, "Two lots of cheeseburger and fries and a big bottle of Coke?"

"Which room?"

"Thirteen, and could you put the bill on our tab?"

"Yes, it'll be ready in 15 minutes. Good bye." I put down the phone and looked at the bed again. Nessie was still asleep. I went through to the bathroom to have a shower.

Nessie POV

I woke up in a strange, unfamiliar room. It was dark and I could hear the cars outside and water running somewhere. The water stopped and light suddenly flooded into the room. Jake walked into the room, a towel wrapped round his bottom half.

"Nessie!" he said, sounding relieved. I forced a smiled and rubbed my eyes. Jake looked at me, worry filled his eyes.

"Hey Jake..." I managed to croak, my throat was all dry.

"Be right back." He said. He reached into his bag and then went back through to the bathroom. Jake returned minutes later with a pair of jeans on. He came and sat next to me on the bed.

"You OK?" He asked. I took a deep breath. Of course I wasn't but I couldn't say that to Jake after all he's ever done for me.

"Yeah, I'm better..." I finally said. Jake half smiled and gave me a quick hug.

"We've got food getting sent up for us. I hope that's OK?" I nodded, not really wanting to hurt my throat.

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Jake and I didn't do much else that evening. Well I say evening, I mean early hours of the morning... In fact we didn't do much at all over the next two days. Jake went out now and again, I usually stayed in and thought about... Um, stuff.

I didn't know who I was any more. I didn't know who I belonged with, who I deserved, who deserved me, who my real family was. I was running round myself in circles, unable to make a decision, until...

"Jake, I think we should go back."