*Carter's P.O.V*

Zoey hasn't answered her phone or texted me back for a few days. The last time we talked was when she agreed to meeting me for breakfast. So, when she didn't show, I went over to the Swan's residence.

I knocked for almost five minutes until, Chief Swan showed up.

"Mr. Davis?" He said in a stern tone, it was chilly out, and I wasn't wearing a jacket.

"Sir," I nodded, "I am looking for Zoey. She isn't answering her phone, and I am a little worried." Chief Swan walked inside the house and called for both Bella and Zoey. No one answered, and I started to worry more. "Where are they?" My voice was shaking, I reached for my phone to call Zoey again and it went straight to voicemail.

Chief Swan was on the house phone, calling around to see where the girls could be. I walked over to the table and there was a note. "Chief" I called and he walked over and read it.

"Carter," He didn't look up from the note, "I think you should go home." I didn't try to fight him, I walked out, and got into my car. They were gone, Bella and Zoey left, and didn't tell anyone where they were going.

I shook off the memory, and I focused on driving. I didn't know where I was going, but sitting at my house, calling Zoey, texting Zoey and being upset was getting old. She promised she wouldn't just leave again, she wouldn't keep me in the dark, and she broke that promise. I gripped the wheel harder, getting more frustrated.

Pulling into a gas station to get gas, I notice Bella Swan's truck sitting on the other side of the pump. I put the car into park, and shut it off. Climbing out, I notice Bella walking out of the gas station.

"Hey," I call out, she looks up at me and looks back down. Confused on why she is acting like that, I walk to her side of the pump. "You're back?"

"Yeah, I got back Wednesday" She uttered, opening her door. Wednesday? It's Saturday.

"Is Zoey back?" I hold her door open before she can close it. She hesitates, she was hiding something.

Finally, she replies with a slight nod. "She is back, but I wasn't supposed to say anything." I stepped back. "I know the pain you felt when she left, and I couldn't lie to you." She said in defense. I stormed off to my car. Not even getting gas. Quickly turning out of the gas station and in route for Zoey's house. I sped down the road not caring about the speed limit. She's been home for four days and still hasn't contacted me?

By the time, I pulled in, the buff Cullen was waiting out on the porch. I climbed out of my car and walked up to him.

"Bella called to let us know you were on the way," He didn't even move a muscle. He just stood right in my way. "Zoey is asleep."

I step to the right to get around him, he moved in my way again.

"Can I please go talk to her." I hated having to beg my way through things.

He gave me a stern look, and I knew he wouldn't let me through. So, I stepped back like I was going to leave. When he turned to go inside, I bolted by him and ran up the stairs to her room. I could hear him following me but I didn't care.

"Zoey," I called out, taking two steps at a time. I got to her bedroom door and knocked. By this time, both the Cullen boys, Jasper and Mr. Buff guy were behind me. Trying to drag me back down the stairs.

I heard a small sneeze come from the bedroom, and then footsteps. She slowly opened the door. "Stop guys," She said softly to her brothers, releasing me. I looked at her, she looked rough, like she hadn't been sleeping for a long time, or if she was sick.

"What's wrong," I walked to her, but she put her hand up to keep me from entering. "Zoey, please." Pleading once more, she sighed as she slowly opened her door all the way. I walked in and she nodded at her brothers before closing the door. "Why didn't you tell me you were back?" I demanded to know.

She didn't say anything at first, just walked to the other side of her bedroom, and opened the blinds. Allowing light to flood in. "I just needed a few days to regroup."

"A few days to regroup?" I was annoyed with that response, "This is a joke, right?" She leaves out of the blue, doesn't call or text or even let me know she is safe and she needed to regroup.

"No, I had a lot going on." She snapped.

"A lot going on. Like what?" I grilled, "Oh, let me guess. I can't know?" She didn't say anything, just stood there looking down. "Whatever Zoey, keep your stupid secrets, I'm done." I turned and stormed out of her room. I heard her following me but I didn't care.

"Carter, please" She cried out, passing her family sitting in the living room. I could tell they were trying to listen to our conversation. I was out the door, and almost to my car when I felt her hand on my arm. "Just please let me explain."

I turned towards her, "Explain what!" I shouted into her face. "You can never be honest with me. It's always I can't say, or I am trying to protect you! Guess what Zoey I don't need protection. I can take care of myself." She wasn't saying anything, so I kept going. "I am sick of your lies and broken promises. It's like every word out of your mouth is a lie. I can't believe anything you say anymore. You probably didn't even mean it when you said you loved me." Impulsively say. She steps back like I just slapped her in the face, tears pool up in her eyes.

"How. Dare. You." Her voice was cracking, as she held back her tears. "Carter. I can't believe you just said that to me." I knew it was hurtful, but she's put me through so much pain these past few days. I didn't care.

"Well it's how I feel." I snapped.

"Then leave, and never come back." She points to her car. "Because if I didn't love you then I wouldn't be standing out here with you. I wouldn't have stopped you for leaving. I wouldn't be looking out for your best interest by keeping things from you. If I didn't love you then I would have told you everything, and put you in so much danger. But no, I decided I can't be selfish when it comes to you because I love you." She was breathing hard, as tears rolled down her face. "Isn't that what love is? Where the person your love's needs, happiness and safety before you own? Where you aren't selfish when it comes to them, because it's not fair to be selfish with the person you love? I mean I get jealous, angry, worried, annoyed." I didn't know what to say. She kept going, "I do love you, enough where I pretend to like your music, when in reality rap gives me a headache. I love you enough to let you eat more than half of the cookie. I love you so much that I learn about basketball so I understand what in the hell you're talking about after your games. In case you didn't notice my family is football and baseball orientate. We hate the sound go squeaky shoes but I still go to your games, cheer you on. I love you, I love you and I. LOVE. YOU." She was shouting.

I rushed over to her and pulled her into my arms as she broke into a hard sob, I held her in my arms finally feeling a sense of relief. My heart has been aching for her touch, and I finally felt whole again. I pulled her away from my chest, as I took her face into my hands. "Zoey," I wiped her tears away, looking into her breath-taking eyes, "You have to understand that I am tired of being left in the dark. It is crappy. I thought you left again, and I went through the past six months all over again. You don't understand how much you've changed me. I just thought you were a pretty face, but you became more than that in my life. You changed me. Made me want to be a better person. Quit acting like a bad boy, and turned me into one who cared about people's feelings. Especially yours." I sighed closing my eyes, "But these boundaries, these limits that are keeping us from being truthful to each other. I know boundaries keep life from getting difficult and messy, but I wish you would see that I love you enough to be willing to deal with the mess that comes from all of whatever it is you aren't telling me." She smiled softly at me, "So, we can spend our relationship with these lines crossed, tip toeing over them. Or we can cross those lines and live this relationship like we are supposed to. Like really, crazy in love, wild at heart teenagers." She didn't speak, the next thing I knew her lips were locked on mine, her fingers pulling through my hair as I pull her closer into my arm. It was like I was finally in paradise, with the girl who changed everything about me.

A cough interrupted us, I looked up to see her entire family on the front porch. I step back awkwardly and place my hand on my neck. She is blushing, which made her more beautiful.

"Zoey," Edward calls out from the porch, she doesn't say anything as if she knows what he is thinking.

"I should go," I whisper, kissing her forehead. "Call me?"

"I will." She smiles before heading up walk way to join her family. I pull out of the driveway, still in a daze that she has such a strong pull on me.

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