I hope you all enjoyed prom. Have a blast? So did I. Enjoy this next one. OH! By the way, there is a very bad swear in this chapter. I don't usually use this word, in fact, I never have, but I thought that, maybe, just once, I could use it. Just a warning. :)

Chapter Thirty-Nine:

Post-Prom Hangover Type Thing

It was dark. So dark, I couldn't see anything in front of me. The ground below me was lumpy but sharp as my bare feet tried to walk around in an attempt to figure out where I was. The air around me was thick and hot and made it difficult to breathe, almost impossible. There was a sound from behind me and I jumped, stumbling backward. It was like a bang, an explosion, but I couldn't see anything around me. It was a blank.

Another sound. I screamed and tried to run somewhere, anywhere, to try to find a way out. But, when I tried to move, I felt my body fall forward and, although I hadn't felt my head hit anything, a dizzy feeling washed over me as warm liquid started to drip down my face. It smelled of iron and made the black seem to go even more black.

A sudden sharp pain in my back wracked through my body and it made me groan. There was a growling beside me, and hot breath that dripped down my neck. I screamed again and tried to run, but then, the feeling of knives dug into my shoulder.

This time, I could run. Every time I got far away, the thing the sound and breath had come from would always appear where ever I was going, even though I couldn't see it. I was surrounded. My hands dug at my ears as shrill screams filled the air and still I tried to run. Hands were clasped around my arms and I kicked and screamed until a calming voice filled me ears.

"Stop, stop." I couldn't see their face, yet they were familiar to my anyway. "I can't get you out of here. You just have to trust me." I nodded. "Do you trust me."

Don't trust him a voice inside me said. Don't do it. He can't be trusted.

"Well? Do you trust me?" Again, I nodded.

Don't... Run. Run far away. Get away from him. He isn't good. Run!

The person's grip on my arms loosened for a moment, but then tightened and it felt like the bones in my arms had broken. I cried out in pain, but no one could hear me. The voices were gone. The air around me was thicker and it seemed like all the forces in the world were closing around me as my insides twisted around themselves, muscles tightening around my bones before shattering them into pieces. I wasn't in control of my body. I couldn't move as I slowly started to burn on the inside, a sharp and aching back tumbling through my skin, like needles.

I couldn't feel the ground beneath me and just as I gasped desperately for air-

With a shriek, I sat up in bed, my arms hugging my body. Sweat was beading of my forehead and trickled coolly down my temple. I looked at the clock across the room. It was six o'clock in the morning, much too early to be waking up for anyone. I wanted to die.

"Holy shit," I said to myself, wiping away the tears that had pooled in my eyes while I was sleeping.

I had gone to bed at three thirty in the morning, and now it was six. I hadn't even slept three full hours. My head pounded from how little sleep I'd gotten, but when I tried to go back to bed, I couldn't fall back asleep. It felt like a hangover, minus post drinking sleepage. I wanted to drown myself in my sheets and never see the light of day again, but unfortunately, that didn't seem to be an option, so instead, I threw back the covers and got out of bed.

"This is going to be the longest and most painful Sunday in the history of humanity, I just know it," I mumbled to myself as I walked out of my room and down the stairs, where everyone was lounging on the couch.

I tromped past them, not even saying good morning as I headed for the kitchen. I went to the coffee maker, which had barely been touched, except for Annie's occasional use of it to make power coffee while she was on a painting streak. I poured in the coffee grounds and the right amount of water before turning it on and sitting next to it as the coffee brewed. I was pretty sure that I looked like a wreck, since my hair was hanging over my face in a mass of tangled knots and I thought about the dream. I'd never had a dream like that before. Bad dreams, sure, but not nightmares.

"That's probably why you got little to no sleep, love," I heard my dad say from next to me and I looked up at him. "You were tossing and turning all night." I looked up at him and he nodded. "Your mom used to do that a lot, when she was still human." I bit my lip. "Doesn't really happen often to you though. Are you okay?

I sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. Dad nodded and kissed my forehead without saying a word as he walked back into the living room. "Just absolutely damn fine."

Emmett walked in then, putting a plate in the sink. I was too tired to question it. Probably belonged to one of the wolves. "Good morning, sunshine," he said in sarcastic voice as he handed me a giant mug as big as a bowl. I poured the coffee into the mug, adding two spoons of sugar and some cream. "Rough night?"

"Bite me."

He smirked. "With pleasure." I just rolled my eyes, scoffing. "Ooh, attitude. What got tangled up in your rat's nest?" he leered as Mom walked in to see what was going on. "Ness, you look like shit. Like, honestly. The worst case of shit looking I've ever seen."

I turned to him, taking a gulp of coffee. "Go fuck yourself."

"Renesmee!" Mom said, dropping a glass on the floor, which shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.

"Feisty!" Emmett smirked, going for a broom.

"What happened?" Rosalie said, walking in from the garage.

"Nessie said fuck!" he called casually from the hall closet.

Mom planted her hands on her hips. "Watch your mouth, young lady."

Another gulp of coffee as the burning liquid traveled down my throat before settling hotly in my stomach. "I'm just not in the mood for his god damn childish antics today, okay?"

"Language, Renesmee," she warned.

I turned on my heel and walked toward Carlisle's office. Emmett was walking back toward the kitchen with a broom and I mumbled, "Asshole," before pushing the door open and shutting it loudly behind me.

Carlisle looked up at me from his desk and smiled. "Hey, pickle," he said in a soft and warm voice, one that made me calm down instantly, almost like Jasper's powers would. "What's on your mind today?"

"Bad dreams," I said, pacing in front of his desk after I'd put my coffee on the edge of it.

He nodded. "What about them, exactly?"

I looked at him for a moment, still pacing. "What causes them? Do they just happen? Is it something your mind cooks up when you're going crazy? Does it happen when you eat too much cheese?"

Carlisle pushed up one sleeve of his sweater and leaned back in his office chair. "Well, actually, it can be a lot of different things. Different things happen with different people. And even then, there's not just one reason. There are thousands." I stopped and sat down in the recliner. "For instance, maybe, sure, Person A will get bad dreams if they eat cheese, and Person B won't. But maybe both of them get bad dreams when they're also under stress, or pressure." I pulled my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on them. "Honestly, it all just depends. Why, did you have a bad dream?"

"Unfortunately."

"I see… What was it about?"

I bit my lip. "Well, everything was black, but it was like I could see. And I couldn't breathe and there were these… I guess, monsters, and they were, like, breaking my back and arms. And then there was a person who I couldn't see, but they sounded familiar and they were like, 'I can get you out of here. But, then they did this thing there my muscles tightened around my bones and they all shattered into a million pieces. And then I really couldn't breathe. And something was about to happen. Something bad. But then I woke up."

"Nightmare," Carlisle said in a concluding voice. He pushed up the other sleeve. "When you were younger, when things were going badly with the Volturi concerning, well, you, you would have bad dreams a lot. And you don't usually get them often. Your father says you had one or two when we were moving here because that was giving you stress… So did what was happening with the Volturi when you were a baby, even if you didn't fully understand what was happening… Only conclusion is that something must be happening now… So, what's on your mind?"

I let out a long sigh, running a hand through my tangled hair as best as I could. "I'm worried about Kyle."

Carlisle rested his elbow on the arm of his chair. "What about Kyle?"

"I'm worried about telling him. He could either take it really badly, or take it really well. I'm hoping for the latter, but you never know. What if he's one of those people who just flips out because he has, like, anger issues?"

"I wish I had answers for that one, love, I really do. The best thing I can say is just, tell him and find out. He may get very mad, but if this is something you need to do, then, well, you have to do it."

I laughed once, wishing I didn't have to. "Yeah, I know." He nodded. "Well, thanks, Carlisle," I said, walking over to him and kissing his cheek before picking up my coffee.

"You're most welcome."

I walked out of his office and shut the door behind me, passing through the living room. Emmett was sitting there, watching a football, while the rest of the family had dispersed onto other activities. I stared at him for a moment, and he slowly turned his head to look at me too. "Sorry I swore at you."

He waved his hand once. "More than used to it with Rosalie. But thanks. And sorry that I piss you off so much."

"Yeah…" We were silent. "Okay, see you," I said, bouncing up the stairs to my room. It was quiet. Really quiet. I looked around at the clothes strewn all over the floor, the books lying half read on chairs, my bed and desk, and at all the papers and school things that were pushed into a pile.

I went to my desk and opened my lap top, only to close it again. I didn't know what to do with myself. It was six thirty in the morning. I couldn't go back to sleep, and I just didn't have anything to do. Almost as if someone knew that I was suffering, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said as I went to my window seat, holding the coffee cup to my chest as I tucked my feet under me. Alice came into my room, her hair wavy from the curls that had fallen out. "Morning."

She smiled and sat across from me. "So…? How was your first prom?" she said, crisscrossing her legs and placing and pillow on top of them.

"It was great," I said, taking the last sip of my coffee. "Like, there is nothing that could ever compare to it."

"I'll bet," she smirked, giving me a sly look. "I mean, you should have seen how much you were glowing and how happy you were after you and Jacob kissed." I felt my cheeks burn slightly. "Like, wow. I thought you were happy when you got prom queen, but… That definitely topped it."

I sighed inwardly. "Great," I mumbled, pushing my hair out of my face. "The school talks. I bet Kyle knows already." She waved her hand once. "I've messed up so much… I mean, I just ruin everything."

"Well, that's not true. Last night went as planned pretty well."

"Yeah, right," I snorted, leaning against the wall. "First, Jacob's date cancels on him, than my date cancels on me, than I kiss him when I'm with someone else."

She nodded. "Like I said, last night went as planned."

I snapped my head up at her and she grinned. "You… You knew?" She smiled wider. "You knew this was going to happen?"

"Of course I knew! Why do you think I didn't order Kayleigh's corsage or Kyle's boutonniere?" My jaw dropped. "Come on, Nessie, give me some credit here, okay? I can see the future. Of course I could see this was going to happen. Gosh."

I glared at her, but tried to hide a smile. "God, you could have at least told me. Or given me a warning. Or something. Jeez."

Alice rolled her eyes. "And ruin probably the most romantic prom proposal ever? No way. Honestly, you lit up, like, twenty times last night, and most of them because of Jacob. You were almost luminescent."

"Of course I was." Alice smiled softly. "I just want to know what Jacob thinks about all this…"

"You can ask him now," she said, getting up from her seat just as Jacob pushed the door open cautiously.

She waved her fingers at me tauntingly then left after saying hello to Jacob. The two of us stared at each other for a really long time. He had the faintest smile on his face, one of my favorites, and chills ran down my spine for the entire time we were looking at each other.

"Can I come in?" he said, breaking the silence. I nodded and pat the spot across from me with my foot. "Cool." He walked in and sat down across from me. "So, I heard you swore." I rolled my eyes. "Gosh, you'd think that a prom queen wouldn't use such language," he said in a fake shocked voice, his hand on his chest.

"Yeah, well, sometimes the prom queen's gotta let out a little steam, you know?" He nodded slowly. "So, hey, listen," I said, crossing my legs like Alice had as I leaned forward. "About last night…" He was silent. "When we were dancing… The kiss?"

He waved his hand. "Oh, Nessie, don't worry about it. It was just a kiss."

"Well, listen Jacob, it-"

"No, seriously, don't worry about it. I know that you're with Kyle and that the kiss didn't mean anything, so just don't worry about it. You were just trying to make my prom perfect for me, since it was perfect for you."

I sighed. "Jacob, if you would just listen to me, you'd know that-"

"Nessie…" he said in a loud voice. "It didn't mean anything to you and I know that. So, just forget it." He turned toward the door. "It didn't mean anything, to you, so let it go."

"But it did mean something!" I said, jumping from my seat and looking at him.

He froze and looked at me, his hand on the doorknob. "What?" I closed my eyes as my hair fell in front of my face. "What did you say?"

I looked down at the ground, my eyes burning behind my lids as I whispered, "It did mean something…"

"What did it mean, Nessie?" he said, cautiously walking toward me with his feet shuffling along the rug. He tangled one hand in my hair, making me look up at him while be pushed some stray strands away from my face. "What did it mean to you?"

"It meant… It meant…" His hand loosened slightly in my hair. "It meant that I still love you," I said, breaking away from him and walking around my room in circles. He was standing in the center as I circled him like a vulture. "I know that you've said it so many times before, but I was wrong, Jacob and you were right. You just hurt me so badly when you said I didn't understand love even though you knew and I knew that I loved you so much. And you scared me. You were always so sweet and understanding and loving. You'd never talked to me like that before and it… It terrified me, Jake. I just-"

"Nessie," he said calmly, running a hand through his hair.

"Scared me so much that I didn't want to be around you, afraid that it would happen again. And then I got to know Kyle and he was-"

"Nessie."

"So much like you that I-"

"Nessie!" I froze, turning to look at him. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ground, laughing once. "I know… I know… I'm sorry too."

I bit my lip, running a hand through my hair. "You are?"

Jacob nodded. "So sorry… I mean, you said that I scared you. Never in my life would I ever want to scare you. Renesmee, I was born to love you. And that's what I've been doing since you were born. And you were born to love me. It's funny how it works." I laughed, but slightly half-heartedly. "I love you so much. What I said before, that was just before… I love you so much, and I'm sorry."

"You're sorry." He sighed and closed his eyes, nodding again. "God, I'm sorry too. I'm so sorry, Jacob."

With a small smile, I scurried over to him and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Alright, well, now that things are nice and sorted out between us," he said in a bright voice, pushing me away from him slightly, "I think now is a good time to tell you that I'm over you." I frowned. "Yeah, I, uh, I met someone else."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Oh, shut up, and kiss me."

Jacob grinned but gripped my rib cage in his hands, lifting me up off the ground and above his head, spinning me around before lowering me and pressing his mouth to mine. He shifted slightly so his arms were wrapped around my torso just as he whispered, "I love you, Renesmee."

I smiled against his lips and kissed him deeper. "I love you, too."

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