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Chapter Ten

Grace's POV

"Is that you, Dad?" I whispered down the phone line.

"Yes, Grace, it's me."

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"What do you think we should do?"

"I don't want to come back."

"I can understand that." He said, slowly.

"I'm going to live with Sam and Emily. It's all been sorted out."

"Sam Uley?" He asked.

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"I've met him once before, but that's unimportant."

"I'd like to get my things out of my room." I said.

"We could arrange a removalist van." Dad suggested.

"No. I'd like to get it all myself."

"We'll help you."

"I... I don't think I'd feel comfortable seeing any of you right now." I said.

"Well how are we going to go about this then?"

"I dunno."

"What if we left the house for a while, and you could come then?" He asked.

"I guess so. But I think you should get away as far as possible. I wouldn't want to cause any more problems with Ro-"

Dad cut me off. "Emmett and Rosalie have gone away for a while."

I was silent for a moment, and then I spoke. "Well, I had better go then. I'll be at the house at 10am tomorrow." I said.

"Grace-"

I hung up.

Since Embry was at work, I spent the rest of the day with Quil. It wasn't raining, so we went hiking. Then, because tonight was my last night staying with Embry, he and I had a movie marathon. We dragged mattresses in front of the TV, Miranda made us nachos, and we watched movies until 4am.

All together, I had about 5 hours sleep. I was rudely awakened by Embry, who shook me until my eyes opened.

"Grace! Aren't you meant to be getting your stuff at 10?" He asked.

"Um... yeah?" I mumbled, rolling back over and closing my eyes.

Embry pulled my covers off.

"Its nine o'clock, hurry up." He said.

I scoffed down my breakfast, had a quick shower, got dressed, and was in my car by 9:30. Embry waved as I drove away.

I made it to the white house by 10am, which was good, because I had only guaranteed myself a couple of hours without seeing my family.

It was strange, being there alone. And as I parked my car in the driveway and walked up to the front door, I got goose bumps.

Everything inside was the same. All their possessions still in their rightful places. I don't know why I had expected anything different but... I had.

In my bedroom, someone had left packing boxes and plastic bags for me. First I packed my clothes. Only the ones I liked though. I left a lot of Alice's purchases in the wardrobe. The clothes took up three plastic garbage bags, and I put them by the door.

There wasn't much else I had to pack. Photo frames, books, jewellery, shoes, and other things I had collected over the years, filled two small packing boxes. When I was finished packing, I lugged my belongings down the stairs, out the door, and into the back of my car.

Somehow, though, I didn't feel finished. I went back inside and wandered down hallways and through the rooms. Running my fingers over the possessions of the family I used to belong to; shedding silent tears.

I finished my trip to the white house by writing a letter. I sat in my father's chair, in his office, and pulled paper and a pen from one of the desk drawers.

Mum, Dad, Edward, Bella, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie.

Thankyou for having me in your home the last 11 years. I'm sorry it had to come to this.

It's my fault. I broke this family apart. Emmett and Rose had to leave because of my stupid mistake, and now I'm gone too.

Like you said, I think this is for the best. I never felt like I truly belonged with you.

I will never forget the kindness you showed, in taking me in that day.

I'm sorry I caused you all this trouble. I won't do it again.

Grace.

My letter was just a group of disjointed, unconnected statements, but they were things that I thought needed to be said.

I looked back over the tear-stained paper, folded it and left in on my father's desk.

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