Hey guys, here's the next chapter. Just a heads up, this chapter will have a big time skip in the chapter.
Also, I am sorry that I am not updating often enough. I know a lot of you love this story, but I am studying atm and my studies are a little full on. I also had to go visit family for a week and am now on the catch up faze.
Also, my amazing partner ended up getting me new parts for my computer, and I am no longer struggling to keep the computer running! It is no longer crashing and struggling like it was. It's still not 100% to my liking, but life is definitely a lot easier :P
As always, I do not own Twilight. That belongs to the beautiful and wonderful Stephanie Meyers.
Sam was snapping at everyone, I couldn't face anyone. I honestly felt as though my time with the pack was over.
"Bella, please, we've discussed this!" I could hear him saying behind the bedroom door that I had locked. I didn't respond. Everyone had decided last night, that I needed to see a therapist, to help me on the path to healing. The problem was, that when I said I was not interested, I had been ignored. Everyone seemed to think it was best for me, and honestly they probably were right, but I was nowhere near ready. I needed to get my head together before I spoke to anyone, but that argument was met with, "That is why you should see the therapist!" . I hated the idea. Honestly, I hated all ideas that were me, locked in a room for an hour with a complete stranger, talking about Him and everything I have gone through. It was moments like this, I wished I wasn't pregnant, just so I could get high and drink my life away.
Then there is the fact I would need to leave so much information out. I honestly didn't think anyone had thought of that. To me, there was no point talking to someone and having to lie about a lot of what actually happened. It would not help me, and I knew it.
So here I was, fighting with Sam, who had rushed us home and made the appointment for me.
The appointment was for half an hour, and honestly, he had more chance getting Charlie to dance Swan Lake then forcing me to attend.
"Bella, please, if you don't want to do this for you, then how about for me?!" I could hear the desperation in his voice, but honestly, it made no difference at the current time. I was so mad, and feeling extremely isolated.
It had hurt, having them all surround me, bullying me into this appointment. Gia had probably hurt the most. She had gone along with them, saying it was what I needed, but she was one to talk. She had never gotten help when her father's friend harmed her. Pointing this out, she had said it was because she hadn't had anyone to guide her to talk about it. I had went to tell her, that she could have this appointment, but she just gave a look of "Get Real". And that there was another point she was missing; her assault still playing a large role in her life, and that she still hasn't gotten the help she is so determined in me receiving. Either way, I felt more alone then I had a few hours ago.
I grabbed a back pack out of the cupboard, throwing it onto the bed. Tears fell down my face as I grabbed a few shirts, pants and other items, placing them in the bag. I looked around the room, my heart feeling as though it was breaking. I took out the mobile Rose had given me. I was thankful her number was the only number it had, as well as the fact she was the only person with the number. I placed it in my jeans pocket, ensuring I had everything I needed.
There was a tap on the door.
"Bella, we need to get going if we are to make your appointment." I heard Sam say. I slipped the backpack on my back, walking out, ignoring him as we walked to my car. I sat in the passenger side, saying nothing. Sam got in, looking me over, before shutting the door and starting the engine.
He drove towards the psychologists, pulling up and getting out. He opened my door, not saying a word. I got out, holding out my hand for my keys.
"I was going to stay." He told me, looking at the keys.
"Well I don't want you to. Just go Sam." I took my keys, turning and heading towards the office. I walked inside, knowing he would wait until I entered before leaving. As I entered, a receptionist smiled at me.
"Isabella Swan?" She enquired. I walked over.
"Cancel my appointment." I wasn't exactly polite, and the receptionist didn't ask why. I walked back to the door, looking out, making sure Sam wasn't still in sight. Once satisfied, I took out the mobile, hitting call. I was surprised it was answered first go.
"Bella?" Rose's voice sent a flood of relief over me.
"I need to get out of Fork's and I need somewhere Sam won't find me."
Rosalie's POV
Bella's voice shook as she spoke. Alice had warned me that I would receive a call, and to give her everything she asked. I would have without Alice telling me to. Bella needed a lot of support, and by the sound of her voice, she wasn't getting it.
"Where are you Bella?" I asked, worried she was in danger.
"I am at a therapist's office. I don't want to be here, and I don't want them to find me." I could tell she was crying and it made me beyond angry.
"It's okay Bella. I will get you somewhere safe. I am a few hours from Fork's, can you manage to get to Seattle? I can meet you there?" I heard the relief pour as she agreed to drive to the city. I wasn't sure what to do, but I had a feeling, Emmett and I would be her new support.
Emmett and I were packed within minutes, getting into our cars and leaving the hotel we had been staying at for the last week. We had left the family, needing to get away. We couldn't handle the mourning for Edward, so leaving seemed the best option. Jasper and Alice had chosen to leave also. We did this on occasion, but we all knew we would end up back together. We were family after all.
"Is Bella okay?" Emmett asked as I sped towards Seattle. I looked at him briefly.
"I don't think so. She seemed very sad and lost when I was talking to her." I couldn't really tell him what was going on, as I myself wasn't sure. Thankfully, Emmett wouldn't ask more questions. He knew, that if I had more, I would tell him.
Seattle was lit up bright, as usual, and I had told Bella to meet us at Hotel 5. Bella's truck was parked out on the curb, and I figured she wasn't really sure about pulling up.
"When she gets out, I want you to take her truck back to Fork's. Drop it off the Fork's Police station. Give them this letter for Charlie." I said holding out an envelope. Emmett took it, giving me a quick kiss. I got out of the car, walking to Bella. She was sitting in the seat, staring at the mobile I gave her. I softly tapped on the window, startling her. The minute she realised it was me, she opened the door.
"Come on Bella, let's get settled." I smiled reassuring at her. She got out of the car, grabbing what little she had brought with her.
"Hey Bella, can I grab those keys?" Emmett asked. She looked a little apprehensive, but slowly held out her keys.
"Don't worry Bell's. We're taking the truck back to Fork's, it's just so Charlie can't track your truck." I told her. I gave a nod to Emmett, who got in the car, and left.
"So, let's get settled in, then you can tell me what's been happening." I walked her into the Hotel, not surprised when the manager came smiling brightly towards us.
"Mrs McCarty, an honour as always." He held out a small package and a key card.
"Mrs Whitlock had this delivered for you, with direct orders for you to be given it to you on arrival." He continued to smile brightly at me, as I handed him my credit card.
"Usual suite?" I looked at Bella who was observing the lobby.
"Penthouse." With a quick nod, he walked away to get our keys.
"Are they going to find me here?" Bella asked me. I shook my head.
"Not any time soon. They don't have our many names, and no one here, will give out information. If they did, they would be in extreme trouble. You see, my family are very expansive guests. They wouldn't risk losing us as guests." The manager returned, handing the key card to me. I softly took hold of Bella's arm, guiding her to the elevator that would take us to our suite.
Bella didn't speak, but went straight to the room I told her was hers, and curled up in a ball. I could see her tears as she cried in silence.
"Bella… Do you want to talk?" She sat up as I held out a tissue to her.
"You said they sent you to a therapist?" I was a little curious as to who had sent her and why.
"I wasn't ready… They all cornered me and bullied me to agree. I didn't want to talk about it… I'm not ready to talk about it." I sat slowly beside her, carefully not touching her.
"Sam and your dad?" I wanted to know exactly who. She slowly nodded.
"And Gia and Ange… There was a few of the pack members too." She wiped her tears.
"I told them I wasn't ready, but they all think they know what I need; they don't." I waited until her tears stopped.
"This is why you hiding from them?" She looked away, not answering my question.
"I want to have this baby without them. I know I have quite a few months left, but I can do it alone. I need to figure out how I want my life, without being told. I can't be a mother to this baby otherwise." I watched her softly touch her stomach.
"Well, Emmett and I will help you. We won't let any harm come to you or the baby." I was trying to reassure her, giving her whatever she needed.
"I might just have a sleep." She laid back, supporting her small baby bump as she did so. I took the hint, walking out and pulling her door closed so she had privacy. I had a feeling that the next few months, would be all about Bella and her child and I was rather happy it was me she had called.
Bella's POV
Rosalie and Emmett were amazing. Neither of them had pushed me, and they always asked what it was I needed. Two days after I left, my life felt a lot calmer. Rosalie was making sure that at all times, I felt safe and secure. They had seen to renting me a little house, which had two bedrooms. She said it was mine for as long as I wanted and needed. I was still in Seattle, but in Fremont, a suburb that had quaint houses with olden roofs. There were gardens and a lovely lake only minutes from my house. Rose had taken to purchasing all the furnisher, and it was all modern, yet warm and inviting. She had set up a nursery, ensuring that my baby would have all it needed.
At 17 weeks, I had gone for a check-up under the guise of Marie McCarty. Alice had given Rose fake I.D's for me, and had decided that I would play Emmett's little sister. I had cried when I was told that my beautiful baby was a little boy and he was in perfect health. Rose had celebrated by decorating the nursery with touches of blue. My favourite part was when she handed me a blue teddy with 'Jayden Uley' written on it. I had placed it immediately in the crib, loving the little touch.
My stomach was now considerably bigger as I began the final stretch of my pregnancy. Other than when I needed something, I was left alone. Rose and Emmett were still at the hotel, and said they would be, until I decided I no longer wanted them around or I was ready to return to Fork's. I wasn't really sure I would ever be ready to return. I had heard whispers that Sam and the pack were attempting to find me, but after months of being hidden, I didn't think they would.
It was a cold autumn morning, when Jayden had decided he was ready to join me. It was a good 15 hour labour, before my son was wrapped in blue blanket and carefully cradled into my arms. He was three weeks early, but he was healthy. Tears fell as I looked at down at his little face. His thick black hair to his long fingers, my son was the very image of his father.
"Congratulations, he is very healthy and so beautiful." The nurse told me. I held Jayden close as he cried. I was amazed that there were no tears, as he screamed murder for his first feed. The nurse assisted me as I held him to my swollen breast. It took a few attempts to get him to attach, but the moment he did, he suckled strong. I heard a soft tap as Rose looked in.
"May I come in?" She asked, her smile large and bright. I nodded, softly running a finger lightly up and down my son's cheek as he suckled hungrily. I could never describe the weird sensation of him feeding, but I loved every minute I held him.
"He looks like Sam." Rose whispered watching him feed. I nodded, unable to take my eyes from him.
"Bell's, you should know… Sam's been spotted, not far from your home." I looked up at her, a little surprised he was so close.
"Have you decided what you will do if he finds you?" She questioned, looking a little uncomfortable to be asking me.
"Talk to him. Hopefully he'll listen. If not, then I guess I stay in Seattle. These past months, I have been able to feel what I needed to. Though I am not over the attack, and nowhere near okay, I haven't been smothered or over protected. I am trying hard to deal with it, and I don't want to go back, just to be given no choice. I miss Sam, and my family… the pack… I miss them every day, but I now know, I am enough. I won't stop Sam and Jayden from knowing each other, but I am not ready to take my place as his mate. I just need more time." I didn't say anything else; I didn't have to.
The hospital kept me in for two days, ensuring that Jayden was feeding well. He had perfect hearing and sight and was just an all-around healthy baby. Emmett and Rose helped me from the hospital, clipping Jayden's capsule into a frame secured inside the car. I sat next to my son, holding his hand as Emmett drove me home.
"Do you smell…." Rose didn't get to finish her sentence. Standing in the centre of my driveway was Sam. His hair was shaggy, his eyes swollen and blood shot. He wore no shirt and was glaring at us when we pulled in.
"Ah, Bella?" Rose was asking what I wanted.
"Thankyou for the ride home. I've got it." I unclipped Jayden's capsule, taking him out with me. I ignored Sam's eyes as I spoke to the two very tense vampires.
"I will be fine. Go home and I will call you after." I knew Emmett would fight, but Rose shushed him, giving me a nod. I watched them pull away, their eyes never leaving Sam's. I ignored Sam, walking up the three steps to my home. I unlocked the door, walking inside. I didn't close it, knowing Sam would follow when he was ready. I walked up the hall to Jayden's room, smiling a little at the line of helium balloons, making a path. All were blue with different designs, but all saying 'Congratulations It's a Boy'. I pushed open the door to see a large blue bear sitting inside the cot. I placed Jayden carefully down, bending over and scooping him in my arms from out of the capsule. I knew he was asleep, but he was wet and needed changing.
I was half way through of changing his nappy when Sam entered the room. I didn't acknowledge him, wanting him to figure out what he wanted to say. I finished changing Jayden when I carefully placed him over my shoulder, holding him close.
"What's his name?" His voice sent shivers through my body, and my heart skipped a beat. I slowly turned, meeting the dark eyes of my mate.
"Jayden Samuel Uley." I answered clear. He took a step closer, and I took in instinctual step back.
"I won't hurt him Bella, he's my son." His voice shook.
"I know you wouldn't hurt him, but I didn't step back for him." I met his eyes, watching them change as he questioned what I was saying.
"No matter how angry or hurt I am with you, I couldn't hurt you either." His eyes seemed sad and lost as he spoke. I watched him slowly reach out, softly touching our son's head.
"Jayden Samuel Uley… I love it." He stated. I looked at a small rocking chair Rose had purchased for me.
"Did you want to hold him?" I asked, gesturing to the chair. He sat down immediately. I carefully cradled Jayden in my arms, shifting him carefully into Sam's.
"How old is he?" He asked, sniffing his son as he rocked him back and forth.
"Two days old. I only just left the hospital." I watched a tear fall down Sam's cheek, my heart breaking at the sight.
"Why did you leave?" I was shocked he asked. I bit my lip a little unsure how to answer, but took a deep breath of courage.
"Could you really blame me?" I watched as his body began to shake. I hurried to him, grabbing our son from him, holding him protectively to my chest. I watched Sam stand, fighting the anger.
Not drawing attention to his anger, I walked into my room, placing Jayden in his basinet. I placed over the netting, gently rocking him as he settled.
"You should have come home." I heard Sam say behind me. I shook my head, as I turned and faced him.
"Not in here." I walked out, having Sam follow me. I walked into the lounge room, choosing not to sit down.
"I haven't had a home in a really long time." My voice was shaky as I turned to face him.
"I didn't feel safe until I left. I've felt safer here, then I did in Fork's. Rose and Emmett gave me a home and it has been a sanctuary ever since. It's exactly what I needed." Tears whelmed in my eyes. He looked angry as I spoke, but stayed silent.
"I've missed you Sam, I won't say I haven't… but I had to leave." I stepped towards him, stepping till I was in his arm reach.
"I need you to know why." I took a deep breath before continuing.
"I needed you, and for whatever reason, you couldn't be there for me." He looked to be about to argue the point, so I quickly spoke again.
"I needed you to support me, with everything I was going through." I trembled as I spoke.
"I get it; it was hard for everyone, but Sam, I told you I was not ready to deal with what happened. I am still not ready to talk about what happened to me. But when you and everyone else decided I needed to go and see a therapist, you took my rights away. That hurt me more then I can possibly say. You betrayed me that day, and I knew I couldn't stay in Fork's." I looked down avoiding his eyes.
"I hated myself for leaving you, and taking our baby away from you also, but I had to save myself." I met his eyes, softly reaching up and touching his face.
"Love is acceptance, patience, respectful and devotion; and Sam, you aren't in love with me." My heart ached as I spoke, and I knew Sam was highly confused.
"You are devoted to me, but it is an instinctual devotion. Your wolf is what makes you devoted. You don't accept me, and you don't respect me. Giving me no choice or say in what happens in my life is not okay. I accept what and who you are. I am devoted to you, and only you, but I can't stay for that reason alone. I need you to now step up, and prove to me that I mean something to you, because you past actions haven't proven that to me. I will wait for when you are ready, which your not." Tears trailed down my face. He looked shocked and hurt and somewhat destroyed.
"I need you to know, it is okay to hate me for leaving, but we're not right together. Whatever we are, it's not working." Tears fell down Sam's face as I spoke.
"I'm asking you to now respect me enough to give me space. I need you to just let me go." I slowly stepped back from him.
"Bella… You are the mother of my son… My son is here!" He looked panicked.
"I won't stop you from being a part of Jayden's life. He is your son, and you're his father. But right now, you need to go home and think about what I've said. I am not saying it to hurt you Sam. I would love you to tell me that you love me, and we belong together, but we don't." MY tears didn't stop as I spoke.
"At the moment, we are in two different places in our lives." I stepped towards him, cupping his face and bringing his mouth to meet mine. The kiss was gentle and soft and I would have given my life for more.
"I love you Sam." I walked away, heading straight back to my bedroom. My heart was broken and I was fighting the urge to crumple to the floor. I reached my room, shutting the door quickly behind me. I struggled not to break into unstoppable tears. I was sure I would have crashed and cried uncontrollably had Jayden not begun to cry out. I forced the need to sob back, walking to my son and picking him up. He cried out, once more hungry and in need for a feed. I cradled him close as I freed my breast from my top. My son nuzzled in search as I slipped my nipple into his mouth. He latched on, sucking greedily. I heard my front door being shut, as I nursed Jayden. My heart skipped and shattered, knowing Sam had left me alone. I opened my door, walking out to the lounge room and peering out my window. He was gone and I had a feeling he'd phased the minute he left. A stray tear fell, landing on Jayden.
"Sorry baby boy." I carefully wiped it away.
"For now, it's you and me, and we'll be okay, I promise."
SAM'S POV
Weeks turned into months, and my temper had made the pack on edge. I just wanted to find Bella. I knew she had been in contact with a leech, and I had attempted in tracking them down. The original scent had taken me to Seattle, but there were so many scents, I could not be positive I would find her. I searched and searched and every time I thought I got close, Bella would slip through my fingers. But today, I found her scent. She was all around, and I was not leaving until I seen her.
I followed her scent to a small house, and I knew this was where she was staying. It was in a decent neighbourhood but it wasn't home. I peered through windows, but she wasn't home. I could smell the leeches, as though I had only just missed them. I wouldn't make that mistake again. I would stay here, until my girl came home, then she could explain to me what the hell was going on!
It was around noon, the day after I found Bella's home, when I heard the leeches Jeep coming towards the house. I stood in the centre of the driveway, wanting to tear them apart as they pulled in. I glared, first sighting the big male, and his mate. In the back sat Bella. I felt a rush of adrenaline, but I fought the urge to rip the door off its hinges, and grab her. She spoke quietly to the leeches, then she took something from the seat beside her. I watched as she carried a small capsule, with a small bundle in it. My eyes stared at the small infant that could only be our child. Every desire to rip the leeches apart vanished at the sight of my child. Bella ignored me, walking inside. I followed a minute after she entered, my head spinning with the fact my child had been born. I wandered hopelessly if I was blessed with a son or a daughter.
Bella's house was neat, tidy and very welcoming. I followed a row of balloon's that lead to the nursery. Bella had my son on a changing table, cleaning him up. I had a son! I stared at the baby boy, wondering how much of his little life I had missed. Bella scooped him up, placing him carefully on her shoulder.
"What's his name?" I didn't mean this to be my first question, and let's face it, I had plenty.
"Jayden Samuel Uley." The words fell from her lips as though they were made for just that purpose. My heart soared, learning my son's name. I took a step closer, wanting to take him into my arms. Just as I took a step forwards, she took one with equal distance back. I stared at her, confused. Sure, we hadn't seen her in months, and my son, well ever, but I would never harm him.
"I won't hurt him Bella, he's my son." My voice shook, a mix between anger and hurt.
"I know you wouldn't hurt him, but I didn't step back for him." Her voice quivered with uncertainty, and her eyes met mine. Bella's beautiful brown eyes, how I had spent months longing to look into them.
"No matter how angry or hurt I am with you, I couldn't hurt you either." She needed to know. No matter how mad I was, I would never be able to harm her. She was my imprint, and that alone made it impossible for me to want to cause her any harm. After I waited for her to feel a little safer, I slowly reached out to just touch a fragment on my son. His soft black hair was soft and smooth, and how much more it made me want to hold him.
"Jayden Samuel Uley… I love it." I needed to break some of the tension. Just a little at this point.
"Did you want to hold him?" Her sweet voice asked, looking towards a wooden rocker. I sat immediately down, afraid she would change her mind. Bella lowered him gently into my arms, and my heart soared. He was tiny compared to my arms and his little head sat easily in the palm of my hand.
"How old is he?" I asked her, praying I hadn't been an absent father. I was scared I would become like my own father who had left me behind when I was just a baby myself.
"Two days old. I only just left the hospital." Two days… I had missed the birth of my only son and child. I fought the urge to cry, but wasn't strong enough to stop a single tear. How could Bella do this to me? I should have been there for my child!
"Why did you leave?" I was sure my voice was a little resentful, but I was getting angry the more I thought of her leaving.
"Could you really blame me?" I looked up at her in shock. What did she mean? I love her, and she had just thrown my love away. She had left me, no note, no letting me know she was safe, and worst, knowing she was carrying my child! I felt the anger seething. I knew I was beginning to tremble. Bella was quickly there, scooping our son from my arms, and holding him tightly to her. She glanced me over, before she secured Jayden a little more carefully and walked out. I followed behind, not wanting her or my son out of my sight. I watched from the doorway as she placed him down in a basinet, securing the fly net over him. I watched her gently rock him in the crib
"You should have come home." I told her, needing her to know I needed and wanted her home. She looked up at me, shaking her head at me.
"Not in here." She walked past me, and I knew she wanted me to follow. She led me to her lounge room. She stood in front of me, avoiding my eyes, and noticeably a little unsure of herself.
"I haven't had a home in a really long time." her voice was edgy and I could see she was fighting with herself as her eyes met my own.
"I didn't feel safe until I left. I've felt safer here, then I did in Fork's. Rose and Emmett gave me a home and it has been a sanctuary ever since. It's exactly what I needed." I was instantly pissed. Rosalie and Emmett. How could Bella leave the safety of our pack for leeches? And not just risk her life, but our sons.
"I've missed you Sam, I won't say I haven't… but I had to leave." She stepped closer to me, putting a lot less distance to me. I wanted to reach out and pull her into my arms, but I didn't.
"I need you to know why." I watched her trying to calm herself.
"I needed you, and for whatever reason, you couldn't be there for me." I opened my mouth to protest her accusations, but she continued.
"I needed you to support me, with everything I was going through." I wanted to argue everything she was saying. 'Support her! How hadn't I?!'.
"I get it; it was hard for everyone, but Sam, I told you I was not ready to deal with what happened. I am still not ready to talk about what happened to me. But when you and everyone else decided I needed to go and see a therapist, you took my rights away. That hurt me more than I can possibly say. You betrayed me that day, and I knew I couldn't stay in Fork's." I wanted to scream, tear something apart and cry. My heart was clenched and hurting. I had betrayed her? Had I really pushed her so far away where she felt the only thing left for her to do was to leave?! What had I done?!
"I hated myself for leaving you, and taking our baby away from you also, but I had to save myself." Her eyes met mine, and I felt like a monster. She softly reached up, touching my face for the first time in months. I wanted to hold her hand there so she couldn't let go.
"Love is acceptance, patience, respectful and devotion; and Sam, you aren't in love with me." I was lost. I loved her, I loved her more than my own life.
"You are devoted to me, but it is an instinctual devotion. Your wolf is what makes you devoted. You don't accept me, and you don't respect me. Giving me no choice or say in what happens in my life is not okay. I accept what and who you are. I am devoted to you, and only you, but I can't stay for that reason alone. I need you to now step up, and prove to me that I mean something to you, because you past actions haven't proven that to me. I will wait for when you are ready, which you're not." I was lost. Her words were slicing me apart and I was going to bleed out.
"I need you to know, it is okay to hate me for leaving, but we're not right together. Whatever we are, it's not working." It was the end. She was leaving me, and the idea of my life without her wasn't possible. I crying, and I couldn't stop.
"I'm asking you to now respect me enough to give me space. I need you to just let me go." Bella stepped back from me. My Bella was leaving me. Was she truly going to leave me, and take my son with her?
"Bella… You are the mother of my son… My son is here!" I couldn't comprehend what was happening. I was losing my mere existence for living.
"I won't stop you from being a part of Jayden's life. He is your son, and you're his father. But right now, you need to go home and think about what I've said. I am not saying it to hurt you Sam. I would love you to tell me that you love me, and we belong together, but we don't. At the moment, we are in two different places in our lives." She stepped forwards, cupping my face gently and bringing my mouth to meet hers. Her kiss sparked every ounce of love and life I had in me, but it was over in a second.
"I love you Sam." I watched her walk away, leaving me a shred of the man I was when I first entered. This was not how I thought this would go! I listened for her, pleading in my head for her to come back and make everything okay. Instead, I heard my son crying, and she gentle whispers. Slowly, I made my way outside. I needed to breath and I needed to vent.
Phasing as soon as I was outside, I ran, jumping fences, making my way back towards Fork's. I needed advice and the only person I really trusted enough to help me, was Sue. She was the closest thing to a mother I had these days, and if anyone would be able to help me understand what Bella had just done and said, it would be her.
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I AM SORRY! Lol.
Hope you guys understand why I did the skip. I love this chapter to a point, but its also a little upsetting. I was thinking of making it more Sam talking, but in all honesty, Bella has been threw HELL!