AN: I do beg forgiveness for this highly overdue update. I really thought I would have it together by the end of the year but alas, no such thing happened. It is incredibly frustrating when you know the story but don't have any words for it. Good or bad, here it is, though I hope it won't diminish your expectations' for the remainder of the story. You never know… even Bones have had an off episode. Not that I'm comparing myself to a drama TV show I'm just… ah shit… just read…

I'm only happy when it rains

It was at a party at La Push beach. One of many thrown by Forks high school. Pathetic, I know, but what else is there to do in a small town such as this one?

I, on the other hand, was not attending. Technically. Not that I didn't like to party – I did – but drinking cranberry punch and dancing to pop music, really wasn't my thing. Instead I practically hid at the beach, trying to make time move faster in my regular torn-up dark jeans, simple tank top and an elbow sleeved jacket.

I stared at the gentle waves licking the base of the beach before almost touching the larger rocks. I love the water. From above, it looks so peaceful but once inside, there's a whole different world lurking in silent chaos. Fascinating.

The music blasted over the empty space and I rolled my eyes as I heard and saw giggling freshmen girls, clinging to their significant other while trying to walk across rocks to a more private setting.

The school had rented this enormous house just above the water and the only reason I'm so close to the whole PG rated ordeal is because I couldn't stand the look my mother used to get whenever I would skip out on school events. I guess I can't blame her. My mom was very high spirited in her high school days. She was a cheerleader and prom queen. She got elected student-body president all four years and in every single one of her yearbook pictures, she is smiling a wide "golden" smile, most of them with my father at her side.

But that life wasn't for me. I got good grades… whenever I cared enough to study. She should have been happy with that and not push me towards something I despise so much.

I grimaced at the hard nature of the log I was sitting on and slid down so my back was leaning against it instead. I sighed and checked my phone; not ten minutes had passed since I looked at it last.

"Hey," a soft voice came from behind me. I turned and saw Edward tread across the sand towards me.

"Hey yourself," I responded and watch him sit down next to me.

"Why aren't you up there?" He motioned towards the light-up house.

"I can think of better ways to spend my time."

"Like sitting alone on the beach?"

"It seems so sad when you say it like that."

"Sorry."

We sit there in silence until a crash came from the house and I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling.

"Why aren't you up there? They kick you out or something?" He chuckled.

"Not really. So why are you even here?" I raised a brow at him. He instantly looked wary. "I didn't mean-" but I held up a hand to silence him.

"Save it. It's mostly to please my mother's mental state. She thinks I'm turning into a loner."

"Too late for that isn't it?" I smirked and bit my lip. We were silent for several moments before I broke the peace.

"What are you planning on doing now?" I brought my knees closer and encircled them with my arms, turning my head to look at him better. Edward had been taking a two-year sabbatical. I was surprised they let him keep his trust fund.

"Not sure. Carlisle wants me to start working for him."

"Where?" He hesitated.

"Cullen Industries. It's kind of a family business, dating back a few hundred years. The job title isn't important. It's boring with lots of number." Didn't he fail algebra?

"I'm sensing that's not something you want."

"Perceptive. It's not that I don't want to it's just…" I waited for him to continue but he fell silent.

"What?"

"Complicated," he said with a sigh

"Still no college?" But he just sat there, quietly looking straight ahead.

"That's even more complicated." I nodded. "What about you? I'm sure you got into any school you chose."

"Doesn't matter. I'm not planning on attending either way."

"I'm sure you parents love that."

"They pretend I've never said such a thing. In their minds I'm going to Harvard or Yale or something equally Ivy League."

"Makes you feel trapped doesn't it?" I nodded, flexing my legs and crossing them beneath me. I could feel him watching me but I didn't return his gaze. I traced shapes in the sand, feeling the softness beneath my fingertips.

"Shouldn't you be getting back?" Not that I wanted him to leave. But I enjoyed his company far too much. He was one of my brother's best friends. It would be so inappropriate, wrong and bad. So very, very bad. Though it's not like I haven't thought about it. Come on. The guy's a living and breathing Greek God. Who wouldn't think about it?

"I'd rather stay here," he murmurs and I stiffen as his hand comes up and brings my hair behind my ear. His fingertip traced down my jaw before falling to his side.

"You're drunk," I say to which he simply chuckles.

"Hardly."

"Why are you here?" I ask again, much harsher this time. I see through my peripheral vision how he leans back on his hands and studies me for a long time before responding.

"Maybe I like your company." I huff silently.

"Don't."

"Why not?" I turn and look him directly in the eyes.

"You know why." Edward sighs and rolls his eyes. But I shake my head. "Why do you even bother? Seriously." But he doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. He simply stares at me, as if he can see right through me. I turn away, finding it hard to breathe.

"Stop it," I whisper.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."

"Yes you are." He takes a breath.

"Do you want me to leave?" I open and close my mouth many times but no words escape me.

"No," I reveal ultimately. Even though I know he heard me, he still acts differently.

"What was that?" I sigh heavily and turn my whole body towards him, resting my elbow on the log with my head in my hand.

"I said; no. I don't want you to leave." My confidence returned. "I should… You're- well you're you." He smirked.

"Excuse me?"

"You're off limits."

"Is that your rule?"

"It's more like common sense. You're my brother's best friend."

"So?"

"So nothing good can come from hooking up with you."

"So it wouldn't be good?" I knew he was just joking and/or teasing but I couldn't help but answer.

"Oh it'd be excellent. But it would also be like eating a whole box of chocolate. You know you'll regret it in the morning."

"And if we didn't just hook up?" I huffed in ridiculousness. I wasn't without a boyfriend because I couldn't find one. Relationships were doomed before even starting. It's not in the animal nature to be with one person for a longer period of time. It's unnatural. "Don't pretend like you haven't thought about it." I don't answer.

"Are you going to ignore me?" I felt and heard him slide closer till our shoulders were touching. "How about now?" I still say nothing. "Why won't you talk to me?" He murmurs into my ear, tracing the curve of my neck with his finger, causing Goosebumps to appear on my arms.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask softly. His lips ghost over the shell of my ear. Before I could even start to think about what I was going to do next, I turned my head, causing my lips to cover his.

There is one second of hesitation before Edward grabs a hold my hair at the back of my neck and pressed against me harder. Not that I'm complaining. I start moving my lips in sync with his and I couldn't help but moan as out tongues touch and start to battle.

But unfortunately, it doesn't go much further than that. As I unconsciously have one leg thrown over both of his, half straddling him, he's about to grab my waist to get me closer and that's when the shrill of my phone breaks us apart.

We're both panting hard, our faces inches away from each other. I yank at my pocket, wanting to know which dickhead is interrupting.

"Hello?"

"Where are you? I'm leaving. Do you need a ride home?" Jasper. Just the sound of his voice makes me feel guilty.

"I'll be right there."

"Gotta go," I say and rise quickly, knowing he could keep me here by asking and that wouldn't be such a good idea.

"What… now?" Edward asks incredulously.

"Yep." But as I cross the log he grabs a hold of my wrist, making me look at him.

"Can I see you later?"

"It's barely past midnight."

"So tomorrow?"

"No," I say but my voice isn't strong. "I have to go." Except he grips my wrist even tighter, but not so much that it hurts.

"Please?" I hesitate. We've already made out, how much more could I fuck up my life?

"Fine."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now let me go…" his grip on my wrist loosens and I pull it away from his hand slowly and then turn away, trying to ignore that my heartbeat is pumping irregularly.

oOo

"How's your dinner Bella. You've barely touched it." Charlie's deep and concerned voice break me out of my silent a subtle musings.

"Its fine," I grumbled; my answers becoming even more mechanical and automatic. I hadn't called Aro yet. I didn't know whether or not I should. What would happen? Aro would do… what? The mere thought seemed too ridiculous that I barely entertained it but would he… would he actually kill him?

I wanted to laugh and scream at the same time. This whole thing felt like a joke. Just a game; completely on my account. Edward knew more that he let on, definitely. Aro basically knew everything and yet he never mentioned – since I know he's done a clearly thorough background check on me, on everyone – that one of my childhood friends are aware the Volturi exists.

I was getting a headache. My eyes shifted downward and I let the fork hit the plate. I wasn't up for pretending anymore.

"Are you feeling alright?" Charlie asked for the fiftieth time that evening.

"Peachy," I replied with subtle sarcasm. "I'm just not hungry." Jasper, ever the clueless one, was sitting by my site, munching away without a care. I envied his buried optimism and deftly ignorance.

I sometimes – at weak moments – entertained the idea of telling him everything. I'd always been able to confide in him before. I knew I could trust him to keep it quiet. But it would have been a selfish act on my part. It wouldn't be just to confide. I would tell because I wanted someone else to share my burden. Or maybe I wanted someone to lie to me and tell me everything would be okay. Right now a lie sounds almost too good to pass up on.

"You know… Jasper told me about the hotel." I shot a venomous glance at my brother who now seemed particularly interested in his food. Traitor.

"So?" I replied with little interest.

"I don't want you living there." I rolled my eyes this time. "It's not a good place."

"It's as good as any, dad." Charlie looked offended.

"You mean its better there than live with your own father?"

"Oh my god," I sighed inaudibly while leaning back in my chair. "You know I don't mean it like that."

"Then you can make it up to me to live here for the remained of your visit." I opened my mouth to speak but Jasper beat me to it."

"It's not a bad idea Bells."

"And where did you get air from?" I shot his way. He rolled his eyes.

"I'll drive you there later to get your stuff."

"With my car?"

"Yours? You bought it?"

"Didn't I tell you that?"

"No you failed to mention that."

"Well I'm telling you now."

"Kids!" We both shut up and started clearing the table.

oOo

"You really bought it?" Jazz asked as I drove to the motel.

"I really did," I said absentmindedly.

"With what money?" I blinked and kept my gaze straight forward.

"My own," was my answer. Excellent Bella. Like he isn't suspicious enough.

"Good. I was afraid you'd stolen it," Jasper replied sarcastically but with a serious undertone.

"It was one time. Will you ever let it go?"

"When your sister steals a car, it's not something that goes unnoticed."

"I didn't say that. I just– can we not do this?" I looked at him. He nodded after a few seconds. We drove for a few minutes in silence before Jazz started pushing it again.

"So where'd you get the money?"

"We still on that?"

"Just answer the question Bella."

"I worked for it, okay?" I wasn't a lie.

"Doing what? Flipping burgers at McDonalds? Do you know what this car is worth?"

"Yes. I was there when I paid for it."

"Why can't you just tell me the truth?"

"Why can't you just let it go?"

"What's the big deal?"

"Exactly," I said in a cut off tone. Jasper sighed and turned his head to look out the window. After another few minutes, he spoke again.

"How's it like in California?" I almost choked on air.

"How do you know that?" He stared at me for a few seconds with confusion.

"Your phone number. It's a Californian area code."

"Oh." Fucking excellent Bella! Way to ruin his suspicions. "It's okay."

"Just okay?" I shrugged.

"It's okay for now." I looked at him. He was still staring out the window. "You know where mom used to take us on vacation? Near Venice?" He nodded. "My apartment isn't far from there. Pretty decent view."

"Aren't those really expensive?" I sighed.

"What's with you and money? I do fine Jazz. You don't have to worry. Promise." Both a lie and the truth, all wrapped up in one disturbing ball.

"I'll always worry Bells. Tell me something else."

"Okay… I just got a new TV, DVD and the whole ordeal."

"And you managed to plug it all in?" I reached over and punched his arm.

"Technically… Emmett was having way too much fun so I let him do it."

"Who's Emmett?"

"A friend." Jazz raised a brow.

"Just a friend?"

"Yes dad. Just a friend. We work together. You know… flipping burgers at McDonalds." That provoked a laugh out of him. "That's pretty much it. My life's not that exciting."

"Then why has it gone three years before we got to see you again?"

"It's complicated," I sighed while pulling up to the motel. "We're here." I left the keys in the ignition and stepped inside, shoving all my clothes and stuff into the duffle bag. The yellow envelope on the table I put at the bottom of the bag.

"This is worse than I thought." I heard Jazz say from the doorway. My eyes went to the middle of the bed where I knew the gun was still lying gently beneath the white cotton sheets. I glanced back at jazz.

"It wasn't so bad. Except the bed. That's horrible."

"Are you set?" He asked while leaning against the door. I glanced quickly towards the sheets before chugging the key across the room.

"Go check out. I'm almost done." Jasper stood there for another five seconds before pushing back and walking to the main office. I grabbed for the gun and shoved it into the bag and left the room quickly. I put it in the trunk and got into the driver's seat. I waited for Jaspers return which took longer than I anticipated but as I leaned back to relax, my cell phone went off and the shrill made me jump.

"What?" I answered too angrily.

"Is this a bad time Isabella?"

"Aro. I wasn't expecting you."

"So I noticed. I would like an update on the documents Jenkins had for you." My palms started to sweat. I saw Jazz get out of the office.

"Now is not the best time," I hushed. "Can I call you later? Or maybe in the morning."

"Alright. But I expect you to be thorough." Jazz opened the door and came inside, shrugging at the night weather.

"Of course," I said, overly aware my brother was sitting right next to me as I was talking to my boss who gave me missions which sometimes turned fatal. "I'll be in touch." I hung up before he had a chance to say anything else. I would get shit for that later.

"Who was that?"

"No one. Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"Home."

"Ah… and where is that?"

Just outside of town I stopped the car to let Jasper out.

"Are you going straight to dad's or?"

"Probably. You don't need to check up on me. I'll call you later. I promise."

"I've heard that before."

"But this time I mean it," I said with a huge smile. He shut the door with too much force.

"Don't drive off the road!" He yelled.

"I don't drive that fast!" I yelled and drove off so fast there were probably kid marks on the road.

oOo

The air was soft but moist. The rain had stayed away the night but I knew it wouldn't be gone for long. This was Forks after all. After the demonstration of how cautiously I drive outside Jazz's house, I slowed down marginally and rested my left elbow against the window, pulling at strands of my hair.

I was torn between going straight to my father's house to talk to Aro and possibly sending off alert signals all over Volturi. Or I could just not… maybe make up a lame story of how my father wanted to spend quality time with me or some shit like that and then go for a little fun ride and find out just how much Edward knew about my job. It was an unpleasant thought but I wasn't comfortable speaking to Aro before having this talk. I desperately wanted last night to have been a nightmare and that I had gotten drunk and passed out. Though considering I didn't technically drink anymore, it was highly unlikely.

Driving down the lonely road, I stop short of the turn. I leave the car idling as I ponder where to hide the vehicle. I knew the road well. A mile back there was a camper's stop or however you'd like to put it. It wasn't a big patch but this was a small car, I felt comfortable placing it there, knowing you never took that road getting away from the forest. Only tourists did that.

After turning the ignition, the engine died and I was left in complete darkness and quietness. It's not that I was afraid of the dark. It would be stupid to fear something simply because you couldn't see it well. It just made me slightly uncomfortable not being able to see anything. There's nothing wrong with that.

Staying off the road, I knew of a trail within the forest. It was thin and I missed it a few times, straying off when I wasn't paying close attention. Exhibit a; I grabbed a branch to help myself cross a dismembered log and letting go proved to be easier said than done. I ended up dragging my palm across the bark, ripping a bloody trail.

"Motherfuck!" My hand stung but quickly faded as an owl howled in the background. I resisted pulling the sore skin against my jeans, knowing it would only lead to a possible infection if it got any dirt in the wound. It wasn't deep but it was enough to draw a few drops of blood.

Coming to the end of the forest I had started to shake. The air was getting colder and the rips in my jeans weren't helping. Light shone across the meticulously cut lawn from behind the wall of windows. But I couldn't cross the grass. After six, I knew the alarm would be on and a code could be pressed into the system to allow a car to get into the garage. I made my way to the edge of trees towards the small control system. I flipped open the small clear plastic protection. Four digits came to mind. They could have changed. Have they, the alarm would go off. I could knock but there was the chance the queen bitch was home. I couldn't risk that.

Sighing, I pressed lightly onto the control pad and stared intently until a green light blinked to the left of the console. Feeling more confident, I strolled casually across the gravel, rounding the house to the left side, where I wouldn't be seen.

The first sign I should have left were the open French doors which lead to nothing on the second floor. But I am stubborn enough not to have let something like that bother me. The trellis was still mounted onto the wall. Though with massive roses with even larger thorns. I frowned and heaved myself up, mentally cussing with each penetration. I looked like I had purposefully slashed my hands up once I sat on the floor, looking them over.

Several drops fell down my wrist and onto my thighs. I mentally cursed again and grabbed a few Kleenexes'. The flow stopped, as I knew it would and I went to the door, opening it silently to listen for anyone in the hallway. I heard nothing. I left the door open just a little while turning to the desk.

I rummaged through ever single drawer. I tried the computer but without the password – and I tried multiple possibilities' – it was impossible. I shut off the screen and scanned the top of the glass counter.

Papers on nothing important quickly killed my interest and I moved onto the bookcase. I removed one book at a time. I shuffled through the pages and quickly put the book back. I lost interest after a minute and moved onto the music. I opened partially hidden drawers at the very base of the bookcase. Nothing except for a few decks of cards and other mindless crap. I shut the draw with too much force.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"Looking for something specific?" I whirled around, feeling my heart about to pop out of my chest. I didn't let it show though.

"How could possibly have heard me?" He jerked his head backwards.

"The alarm beeps inside once deactivated." Oh. Excellent Bella! "I'm surprised you remembered the code." I sneered discretely at him and closed the drawer with a silent thump. A smirk was playing at the edge of his lips.

"Do you find this amusing?" He didn't answer but the tone of my voice made the smirk disappear. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"My problem? I'm not the one who broken in."

"The doors were open. And yes; your problem. Do you have any fucking idea how you fucked me over last night? Pretty much attacked me in my room and have the fucking nerve to say the shit you said and then leave! Do you have any idea the fucking position you put me in? And then you fucking smirk? What the fuck?" My rant end and I run a hand through my hair. I just remembered there was a possible chance Rosalie was home but by the semi relaxed position Edward displayed, leaning against the doorway, I'd say she was out and about at the moment.

"My problem? I just found out you work for Aro. Do you have any idea how it felt getting to that realization?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Stop yelling!"

"Start making some fucking sense!" His face flared and he looked away for a brief second. I took a deep breath. "How much do you know?" He took a deep breath as well before looking at me.

"Everything." My stomach dropped. "About Volturi." I felt a little better. At least he didn't know the shit I'd done or had done to. Somehow – even as I was a slip away from wringing his neck – I couldn't bare having him know what I had done and would do.

"From your dad?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Yes," he revealed after a moment. "How did you-"

"I remember from the beach. How does he know all of this?" He was quiet. I got mad. "Answer me." He didn't. I leered before grabbing my cell phone. "I can always call Aro. Anytime, anywhere." That seemed to shake his foundation.

"Put the phone away."

"Why? You won't give me any answers."

"He won't tell you over the phone."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because he needs to know you can keep your mouth shut!" I knew what that meant. I spent months in Russia learning how to keep my mouth shut. I shuddered at the memory. The scars on my back seemed to burn. "At the beginning of WW1, the government put together a team. They were to use any force they wanted to take out the enemies."

"Sounds ridiculous," I interrupted. Edward huffed.

"Of course it does. That's the point. Who in their right minds would ever believe this?" He had a point.

"Was it the Volturi?"

"No. Sort of. The name isn't important. Anywho… my great-grandfather was a part of that team. Just like Aro's grandfather. At the end of WW2, many members who still were didn't approve of Aro's grandfather's way of dealing with things. They were all murderers but he took it too far. Anywho, as Germany crumbled, Aro's grandfather was reportedly gunned down. We didn't know he survived until thirty years ago. When he actually died. The remainder of the team, those who weren't sharing his believes formed a different government agency or whatever you would like to call it behind the Cullen inc. name."

"What's Cullen inc?"

"Office supply company." I almost laughed.

"So what's the difference?"

"For one Volturi doesn't answer to anyone above. You could say they've gone rogue. And secondly, we don't kill people to get out way."

"We?"

"They. Not the point."

"While it was interesting on a very low level, it still sounds a like a disgustingly morbid bedtime story."

"I don't need you to believe it."

"So why did you tell me?"

"For one I wanted you to hear it the right way. Aro will flip it over in his favor and secondly; you asked. Rather rudely. But still."

"I still don't get it. Why the secrecy?"

"You read the journal?"

"The diary, yeah."

"It's not a- It may seem insignificant but actions like that need to me kept secret. People would panic because they can't trust something they don't understand."

"Aro always says that." He pretended he hadn't heard me.

"Aro wants power more than anything. He's been recruiting people for years. If that's what you want to call it. He manipulates and twists things to whichever his liking."

"But-"

"Do you know why you were given those documents?"

"He just said he wanted me to read it through."

"And?"

"And tell him what I thought."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Don't you wonder why he would trust that to you?" I felt slightly offended but didn't let it show.

"Of course." Edward inclined a brow. I huffed which then turned into a chuckle. "You don't… don't be ridiculous. Why would he care?"

"Because he's a psychotic psychopath?"

"But it makes no sense. I've never heard of this."

"Maybe he doesn't trust you as well as you think."

"I've proven I'm trustworthy several times in the last three years. But he wouldn't do that. There is no proof that this is true."

"Other than out word against his."

"But he wouldn't-"

"Of course he wouldn't. That's why he has you. Don't you ever wonder why you go after the people you do?"

"Sure but-"

"And whatever "proof" he may have given you; don't you think he could have easily made it up?"

"Why would he go to the trouble?"

"Because he wants power and he needs people to get it." I dind't like where he was heading witht his.

"No! That's not possible. I saw it on the news. They were drug dealers. Murderer's. Aro couldn't have pays off every fucking news station in the entire world!"

"I'm sure most of them deserved it to some degree." My blood turned cold. "But some just got too close." The private investigator's face flashed into my mind. My heart pounded harder. "Some probably didn't even know they were gaining too much."

"But… no! They deserved it! They practically confessed everything!"

"Did Jason deserve it?"

"Who the fuck is Jason?"

"Jenkins."

"What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't do anything to him."

"When you put his car on fire, both firemen and police came."

"So?"

"So they searched his office. He had illegally obtained documents that could send him to jail for the rest of his life. Not to mention the hundreds of criminals he would piss off if he ever said anything."

"I don't-"

"He killed himself, Bella." My heart kept pounding. "Last night in his cell. I went to see him." My hands tingled and my knees felt wobbly.

"No. That's not… possible."

"Tell me. What were you so interested in that you had to ruin his life?" I placed my hand halfway running though my hair, trying to breathe normally.

"Not important," I mumbled.

"Not important? So you basically got him killed because of something that just wasn't so important?" I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my forefinger and thumb roughly against the lids. I shook my head slowly. This wasn't happening. I'm in some alternative reality and this was some form of sick joke my mind was playing on me.

"Did Aro send you for the documents?" I think I nodded, releasing my eyes.

"You're very stubborn. You couldn't have liked to only get half the facts. He knew that. Do you usually stand up to him stubbornly?" I nodded one more time.

"Do you see how easily he manipulated you?"

"It's just not… why would he do that?"

"Jenkins had a lot of shit on him. He had a lot of shit on everyone. Aro probably didn't like the possibility of a future black mailing." I took a step back and the back of my legs caught on the bed. I sat down, trying to find some reality in this. My arms hung limply at my sides. "Jenkins may have been a criminal. But he, technically, never hurt anyone. He didn't deserve to die like that."

"Stop it," I whispered while closing my eyes. A door slammed shut downstairs. I whipped my head up. Edward looked back at the hallway, off the doorway.

"Edward?" Rosalie's shrill voice cut through the tension and I immediately stood up, retracting from the door. "I need to talk to you." I heard footsteps on the stairs.

"You should leave," he said quietly, almost closing the door.

"But…" I started to protest while simultaneously backing towards the French doors.

"Just… don't call Aro yet. Please." The footsteps became louder.

"I want to know everything," I whispered. Edward nodded his head absently. I knew she was just outside the door. It wouldn't be good if Rose saw me here.

I turned and jumped out the window to the left. I caught the trellis just in time for the door to swing open and the French doors to close. I couldn't make out their mumbled voices. My main focus was to not fall. I didn't have time for a broken ankle or leg.

I fished my way down fast, careful when stepping onto the lawn. I didn't know whether she'd turned on the alarm again or what. I say their silhouettes in the window. Pressing myself to the house, I inched my way around and when I saw the driveway, I started running.

The ground seemed more uneven than when I came. The air was cold and I caught the first drops of rain by the time I reached my car. I threw open the door and crushed the gas. The car careened down the road so fast I didn't even see the white mailbox.

AN: 15 pages. Am I great or what? I hope the lengths of this particular chapter will make up for the fact that I haven't updated in several months.

And as of right now, I've only read through it once. After I've updated, I will fix whatever mistakes I can find and re-post.