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Bella's POV
I tried to keep my tears at bay but it was hard. I knew that I wouldn't make it back to them but if I had to do this to save Charlie I would. Victoria gave me strict instructions where to meet her and I hoped Jake wouldn't disappoint me. No matter the differences he and Edward shared I knew Jake would have found my behavior strange and would have said something sooner or later. *sigh* I was very grateful that I remembered to bring my jacket, riding on this motorcycle in the cold wouldn't have been easy. I took my bike since I knew that my truck is far too expensive to fill up every couple of miles I had to go. I had to admit, it was nerve racking being on I-5 with all the trucks but I managed. Jacob would be proud of me, all the lessons he gave me finally paid off. Smile. I had 123 more miles to go which meant I would be there probably in the next 3 and ½ hours. I stopped at a gas station a couple of miles back to get some coffee and something to eat to keep my strength up as well as to keep me awake but I knew sooner or later I would have to stop to shut my eyes for a little bit and that time had finally arrived. I stopped at a Best Western in Burnaby to take a hot shower and get a little sleep. The hot water beating down on me felt fantastic, the stress that I had built up was slowly going away. I closed my eyes and saw my Edward and finally the tears that I tried to keep back spilled over my eye lashes. I had to keep going or he would never be safe as long as I was around him. I remembered the last kiss we shared, the last physical contact we had and I felt my resolve start to slip away. I loved him more then anything but I still had to get Charlie back. *sigh* I opened my eyes and stepped out of the shower. Get a hold of yourself Bella, I told my reflection. I changed my underwear and put my clothes back on. I didn't feel like blow drying my hair so I put it in a messy ponytail and laid down on the mattress. An hour passed quickly and I opened my eyes to the shrill buzz of the rooms alarm clock. I stretched, put on my shoes, put my dads gun back in the backpack I had with me and walked out. The gun probably wouldn't do me any good but I felt stronger having it. I got on my bike and drove off. I'm coming for you dad, stay strong.