Sorry guys! I was having computer issues so I couldn't update for the last two days! Speaking of which, my computer crashed, so readers of Promises had Broken, you may have to wait a day or two for that update.

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Nessie's POV:

I cringed at the harsh words coming from my family's mouths. Why did they think it was all Jacob's fault? I had participated just as much as he had.

The anger at my family members quickly faded, to be replaced by red hot embarrassment. Here I was, sitting in bed naked, with a guy. And there was my family, staring right at us! I had to do something. My anger returned in a whirlwind.

"Dad, get out of here!" It sounded like a shriek, but I knew he could understand me. "What I do is none of your business! Technically, I'm almost an adult as far as anyone else knows. I can make my own decisions. Plus, do you think I don't know what you and Mom do every night?! How do you think I was made?!"

My dad's fury didn't seem to ebb.

"Renesmee, your mother and I are married. Married couples have a right to… you know…," he trailed off, looking a bit uncomfortable. I decided to help him out.

"Do you mean… have sex?" My mother's nod was almost imperceptible. But I wasn't finished yet with my tirade.

"If that's what you mean," my voice was back to its previous tone of shrieking, but I kept the volume down for the sake of the humans downstairs, "then I've got something to tell you. This is the twenty-first century! This isn't the nineteen hundreds, Dad! Or whatever era the rest of you came from! Things are done differently now. So can you PLEASE get out so we can get some clothes on?!"

My family had just enough respect left for me to accept my wishes. As they left the room, one by one, they each threw a glare at Jacob. I glared right back at them, for Jacob's eyes seemed to be permanently glued to the floor.

"I'm s-so s-sorry, Ness," he managed to sputter out when we were alone.

I heard my father's last words as he had stomped down the steps, "We'll be waiting in the car. You have exactly three minutes before we come back up there and drag you two down here."

I responded to Jacob's words as I started slipping back on my clothing. I could see he was doing the same. "Jacob, it's not in any way your fault. Did you hear me tell you 'no', did you see me trying to stop you? If anything, it's our family's fault for not respecting our privacy."

By now, I had begun breathing quite raggedly. The events of the past few minutes kept replaying over and over again in my head, bringing on fresh rounds of hysteria. Jacob crossed the room at once and pulled me into his warm embrace. I leaned my head on his chest, and he kissed the top of my hair. We had two minutes left, and I spent a full sixty seconds crying out all my tears before Jacob lifted my chin with his finger, and kissed away all the moisture.

He dropped his hand from my face and intertwined the fingers on my left hand with his own. We walked towards the door like this and I reached unsteadily for the doorknob, twisting the door out of our way.

We marched down the stairs, and I could almost hear the cynical sound of the dirge matching our tempo. We made our way through the bodies downstairs, avoiding the many different looks we were thrown.

We walked outside and I shuddered at the change in temperature, not that the cold was really uncomfortable to me― just different. Jacob's hand disentwined from my own and twisted around my waist, drawing me closer to his body. I heard a growl come from the Volvo, and then Jake's hands were no longer touching my body. He took a tiny sidestep away from me and I grimaced at the loss of contact.

When Jake opened the door to the car, I was surprised to see that only my parents were present. My father answered my unspoken thoughts.

"There wasn't enough room in the car for everyone, so they decided to run home instead."

My answering words came out sounding quite harsh, "It wouldn't have been the first time we all had to squeeze."

This was true ― we had all piled into the tiny Volvo together countless times. I knew the true reason they hadn't stayed to drive home with us. They were either afraid of the conversation that was sure to occur on the drive home, or they thought my parents should be the ones to have the conversation with us. I mentally cursed them for leaving us alone, forgetting that my father could hear it. He looked at me with cold eyes.

Jacob and I slid into the backseat, but kept our distance. We knew it was for the better.

To my surprise, the ride home was silent. The only sounds were those of Jake's and my heartbeats and breathing. We didn't offer any words, nor did my parents.

We pulled up into the meadow and my father didn't even bother driving around to the garage. We drove right up to the front of the porch steps and my dad cut the engine.

I jumped out of the car and pulled Jake out after me, leaving no time for my parents to talk to us. We walked hurriedly to the door and slipped inside the house, walking straight for the stairs. I noticed that no one was around― I could hear them all whispering in their bedrooms, talking about me and Jacob.

"Hold up there, young lady. Where do you think you're going?" The sound of my mother's steeled voice made me pause. Jacob gripped my hand tighter.

"I was going to my room." The uncertainty in my tone won out over my defiance.

"I don't think so," my mother said. "I'm pretty sure you two have some explaining to do. Starting with why you were at an unsupervised party… drinking alcohol." She made the final word sound like a curse.

Wait, what was she talking about? We hadn't drunk any compromising drinks. I looked at Jake, but he just shrugged back at me. Apparently, he didn't know what she was talking about either.

"Mom, what do you mean? The only thing we drank was some fruit punch!"

She looked at me pointedly, and suddenly, it all came together for me.

"Oh! It was spiked, wasn't it?" So that explained why we had been a bit slow, and why Jacob had suddenly crossed all our boundaries. I began to wonder if Jake had really wanted to be with me, or if he was only acting on the alcohol….

"So, what do you two have to say for yourselves?" I was brought out of my despaired thoughts by my mom's questioning.

Then, out of the blue, my dad appeared at my mom's side.

"No, Bella; let them go upstairs." I was surprised by his words, and seemingly, so was my mother. She opened her mouth to say something, but he looked at her meaningfully, and I knew that they were communicating with their looks.

She nodded and looked at us before leading her gaze towards the upper floor.

"Bed. Now. Both of you. And Renesmee, you'll be sleeping in our room tonight."

Jacob looked at the ground as he pulled me along to the stairs. We climbed up two stories before he hugged me tight. When he pulled away, I grasped onto his shirt even tighter.

"Nessie, darling, don't worry. It will all be okay." And looking into his eyes, I knew this was true. I knew that as long as we were together, everything would truly be alright.

He kissed both my cheeks before turning to walk into our bedroom. I walked grudgingly down the hall towards my parents' room, and sighed as I opened the door.

I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to forget about everything that had happened tonight. There was only one part I wanted to keep forever in my memory, but with my father downstairs reading my thoughts, I thought it best to put that on the back burner for a bit. I'd think about that again when I was alone. I could only push my father so far in one night.

I fell asleep quickly that night, my slumber plagued with nightmares. When I woke up in the middle of the night crying, I had felt my mother's cool arms around me, comforting me back to sleep. Apparently, she was forgiving enough to soothe me. I felt guilty when I had only cried harder, because I had wished those cool arms could be the warm ones I loved so much.

When I awoke in the morning, I kept my eyes shut as I felt around blindly for the hand that welcomed me each morning. When I couldn't feel his hot hand, my eyes flew open as I suddenly remembered where I was and what had happened since yesterday morning, which was the last time I had caught his fingers up in mine when I woke.

The memories came flooding back in a torrent, but for some reason, the ones from last night seemed just a bit more blurry. I knew exactly why that was, and I once again cursed whoever had snuck alcohol into the drinks at the party. Although, without their "help," who knows when I would have consummated my relationship with Jacob.

I put those thoughts out of my mind, remembering that my dad was downstairs. I wondered if he and my mother would mind if I saw Jacob right now. They hadn't expressly mentioned that we couldn't see each other in the morning. Keeping this shred of hope in mind, I ambled down the hall towards my bedroom, trying to keep casual. My parents didn't even come upstairs, even though I was positive my father knew where I was headed.

Jacob was just stirring as I opened the door. His head looked up and he flashed me a smile, alighting my insides in a raging fire.

He must have remembered last night, too, for suddenly, he was no longer smiling.

I went over and laid down on the bed, curling up into Jacob's side.

He leaned over and kissed me quickly on the lips before snuggling closer to me.

Suddenly, I was overcome with a wave of nausea, and I rushed across the room and into our bathroom, just making it to the toilet in time to throw up.

Jacob was there at once, holding my hair back and telling me it would be over soon. And it was over… five minutes later.

"Jacob," I said. "This is weird. I've never thrown up before in my life."

He chuckled lightly, gloomily, before answering me. "Nessie, that's because you've never downed ten glasses of liquor in two hours before."

I opened my mouth to protest, but I was overcome by another round of queasiness. I turned back to the porcelain bowl and once again emptied my insides.

When I finally resurfaced, I sighed. I knew today was going to be a long day. I didn't need Alice's powers to know that.

Song for this chapter: Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry

I know Renesmee seemed a bit harsh in the beginning of this chapter, but she was just caught in bed by her family, and then her family was threatening the guy she loved.

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