When I wake, I'm not on the couch again, but tucked tightly into bed. The soft rocking of my grandmother's chair once again coming from the corner.

"Is that him?" I hear his crisp raspy voice coming from the corner. I'm afraid to look at him, scared that he'll disappear or that I'll wake up and he'll have never really been here. I can hear him moving, taking steps but they don't seem to be coming closer to me, more like he's pacing. Then it stops.

I finally prop myself on my elbows and look over towards him, he didn't vanish. He's staring out the window at what I assume to be Jacob. I was sure that he stayed in my truck last night because I never heard his bike come to life after our fight.

"Is that who?" I asked, I knew whom he was talking about if he was indeed staring out the window at Jacob. I told him all about him, I never used his name, but I never lied to Emmett about my outside life. I wish I could have been as honest with the outside world as I was with him.

When I first started writing Emmett. I had been trying to make things work with Jacob. I'd like to think that Emmett had something to do with us not being together anymore, but that'd be a lie. The club came between Jacob and I a long time ago. I just stuck it out to long.

I didn't like being an old lady, even before I became a cop. I thought it was degrading and was starting to understand why Jacob's mom left all those years ago. The men do as they please, the women stay quite as long as they never have to see it.

I wasn't that lucky. It was thrown in my face when a honey from another crew followed Jacob home pregnant with his kid. They're not together, and they both say it was just the once. Jacob was on a run, and he was staying at another tribes place. They offered her, and it would have been a sign of disrespect if he didn't except.

He blamed me at first. Because I refused to be tagged an old lady. He said it left him open to invitations that he couldn't turn down. That was just one of many times things that drove a wedge between us. Jacob is big on lashing out when things don't go his way.

"Nevermind, I don't want to know. I just got out of prison. I don't need to go back." He collapses back into the rocking chair like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"What's one more murder?" I tell him. "That's what you're here for, to finish what you started all those years ago?" Why else would he be here and I'm not scared. For some reason dying by his hands doesn't frighten me. It's like that's how it should have been, to begin with, it's not as if I'm living much of a life anyways. I think it will bring me peace after all the most alive I've felt is when I'm thinking of or talking to him. It seems poetic, I'll die right where I should of by the same man that I now daydream about.

"If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it anytime over the last 3 weeks." He sits forward in the chair, placing his elbows on his knees. I can see him entirely for the first time. No longer the young babyfaced man that I remember from 14 years ago. He's aged as have I and I hope he doesn't see that little 12-year-old girl when he looks at me.

His jaw is more chiseled, hidden under a full face of hair. His hair now cut short, no more is the long hair that I remember. His bare arms, far more fuller and covered in tattoos and what looks to be scars.

However, when he looks at me, the smile is still that of an angel. I'm sure somewhere under that face of hair, his dimples are dancing. I can't stop watching him.

"Is this really the life you've been living, Bell?" He moves from the chair and into the darkness of my unlit room. I don't like this. I can't see him, I can't read him.

"You have to go back." I push the blankets off and make my way off the bed. "If Jacob finds you here it will be bad." I make my way towards him, I need to see his face, look at his eyes.

His back is towards me. I can only see so much of him in the dark mirror, but he looks like he's in pain. "Bell don't." He says right when I'm about to reach for him and I freeze. "I've been behind bars a really long time, and I'm starting to think this was a mistake."

I'm hurt that he thinks that coming to see me is a mistake, that he's pulling away from me. "I have to report that you're here to the Chief." I reach past him to my cell phone, as if that's what I intended to do the whole time. Everything in me hopes that he stops me, that he reaches out and grabs my wrist, grabs me, stops me. But he doesn't, he just lets me pick up the phone.

"Do you really think I escaped?" He says turning on me. His standing tall now, towering over me. He's so much bigger than I remember. He comes a few steps closer and I think he might actually touch me. "What'd you think, that I broke out of prison 14 years later, to kill you? Or how about that I needed Marie so bad, I broke out of jail to be with her in every way that we talked about?" with that one he takes another step closer. "How about this one, I fell completely in love with Marie. Only to find out I was being lied to the whole time by Bell. The girl I let live?"

My stomach is doing cartwheels. As Emmett takes another step closer, my brain is screaming at the rest of my body to react but I can't. I didn't give option three a test. I didn't think about how he'd feel when he found out who I really was. I'm afraid to say anything, afraid he'll hear the arousal in my voice after all those nights on the phone with him, touching myself to the sound of his voice.

"Why?" He asks, walking past me and everything from my waist now is screaming, no don't walk away.

Emmett sits on my bed. "Why did you write to me?" He's got the same are you sick look that Jacob gave me when he found out. "Why would you share so much with the man you believe killed your parents?"

I can't answer him because I don't know why. I tell myself it was to understand him, but now I'm more confused about myself than anything. I'm I sick, obsessed? I what towards him, and see him tense up. I take a set on the chest that sits at the end of my bed. "If you didn't break out of prison, how are you here? How are you out?"

"You're not safe," was how he responded. Was I not safe because of him? Was he here because I wasn't safe or is he saying I'm crazy and it's not safe for him to be here.

"I've never felt safer," and if he couldn't hear the arousal dripping from that comment, I didn't know what else to do. I looked down and over my shoulder at him. I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching tighter and tighter.

"Well, you shouldn't," he stands from the bed. "Dumb shit outside was right, you need to go stay at the reservation with Billy and the rest of the Pack." He was in my closet, pulling clothes from the hanger and tossing them into my large police bag.

"What the fuck?" How did he know Jacob asked me to go stay at the res? Was he here last night when Jacob came barging in? Was he here the whole time while I was going through his wife's case file, and talking to myself?"

"No!" I yell at him reaching for the duffle bag, I miss catching his arm and we both freeze. It's the first time I've touched him, and I can feel the tension in his body. It's like electricity is running through his veins.

"I'm not going to the res, I'm not scared of you." If he could hear my heart pounding in my chest, he might think I was lying, but it has nothing to do with fear. "I'm not leaving."

"Isabella please…" The way he says it, I can hear the pain in his voice. "I can't keep you safe and be this close to you at the same time. I need a clear head."

I drop my hand from his arm, and he continues to fill the duffle bag with enough clothes for me to live on the reservation for a year. He lets out a deep sigh and opens the top drawer to my dresser. "I can do it," I tell him as he stares down at my drawer full of under clothes.

"Fuck!" He shouts and slams his fist against my dresser, rocking it back and forth. "You need to stay up here and finish packing. We have comp…." Before he can finish the sentence, I can hear what sounds like a half a dozen bikes driving up my hill. Great, all I nee is my neighbors complaining about the motorcycles this early in the morning.. "Dumb shit outside must of called his dad."

Where is he going? He can't just walk out the front door to a half a dozen pack members. I grab everything in the draw and toss it in the bag. I know that no matter what goes down right now no one will be letting me stay in this house tonight. I'm not even out of my room and I can already here Jacbob and Emmett yelling at each other.

"Is this what you call keeping her safe?" I hear Emmett say. Safe, safe from what? I'm shocked when I peek over the handrail and see Emmett and Billy sitting across from each other in the living room talking like old friends. Jacob is standing in the doorway along with Chief Uley like they are watching for someone or something.

I sit at the top of the stairs, hiding behind the rails just like I did that night all those years ago. I'm so confused. Everyone looks completely okay with what is going on right now, minus Jacob who looks like he'd like to crawl out of his skin.

"You have no clue what she's like," Jacob adds his two cents on who I assume to be me.

Emmett leaps over the couch and has Jacob pinned against the door right in front of Chief Uley, and he's not doing anything to stop it. "Maybe if you kept your fucking dick in your pants she wouldn't be as much of a pain in the ass to you." Thank you, I think that is him defending me. If calling me a pain in the ass is defending me.

"We've always done our best to protect her." Billy states from the coach, he also doesn't make a move to help Jacob. "What happened between Jacob and Bella, is between them. We never interfered there." No, they didn't interfere, but It didn't help that they were always pushing us together. "It's not easy when only a handful of people know the truth."

"Emmett, let the kid go." Chief Uley said as calmly as could be. "We've kept her safe. We always have eyes on her." What does he mean they always have eyes on me? Is my whole life a lie? Am I only a cop so Sam can watch me? Did they push Jacob and I together to keep tabs on me?

Emmett's eyes meet mine, just like that night when I was a kid. Hiding behind the guard rails. He released his death grip on Jacob's neck,and he fell to the floor coughing and holding his throat.

"Just keep her on the Reservation until I find James." He looks straight at me, "Can you do that?" I know the question is for them but at the same time, it's directed at me. Like he's telling me to stay put.

"What does your brother in law have to do with this?" I remember Emmett writing to me about him. He really didn't say much, just that he moved here with Victoria. He refused to patch over to Forks and was a bit of a hot head. Other than that, I didn't know anything about him. I've never known him to be in town, and I didn't even think to pull up his police record.

The Police records, when I fell asleep, they were spread all over the floor. I slowly walk down the stairs, Emmett's eyes don't move from me. Where are they? What did he do with them? I slowly eye the room, looking for them, but I don't see them anywhere.

"There's nothing in them that you don't already know," Emmett says to me as I walk past him. He knows what I'm looking for. I just need to know where they are so I can return them before Sam finds out I stole them again and maybe I can steel James' file at the same time.

"How long have you all been buddy, buddy?" I ask. My arms flailing around at the room of conspirers.

"Oh, we're not buddy, buddy." Jacob saying rubbing his throat. "I didn't know anything about this jack ass until 10 minutes ago and I'll be happy once this asshole is far, far away, and everyone is back where they belong." What does that mean? Will Emmett go back to Jail? He said they let him out. Was it just to find his brother in law?

"Then what?" I ask. I don't understand, and I feel like I'm being left in the dark on propose. "What happens after you find James? You go back to jail?" I ask Emmett. "You and I go back to playing house in our fucked up little world?" I shout at Jacob. "Why do I have to hide? What does James have to do with me?" But the room is silent. "Can you talk to me?" I ask Emmett as he moves closer to the door.

"Billy will explain everything to you." He says and looks over at Billy who gives him a head nod.

"Wait!" I shout, "Please."

"Bella!" Jacob yells, and Emmett turns and gives him a death glare.

"Keep him the fuck away from her." He points a long thick finger at Jacob.

"That's going to be a little hard to do." Jacob smiles, still rubbing his neck. He looks over at me. "Since we're going to be living together again." He winks and his smile grows fifty times bigger. Jacob, moved back into Billy's after Leah showed up pregnant. He didn't want to live with her, and he also didn't want her living with Billy, since that was my place as well. So, he moved her into his place. I know he can't be that happy about sharing a confined space with me. However, by the look at his face, it brought him nothing but joy to rub it in Emmett's face.

Billy threw Emmett a pair of keys. "Be gentle with her," Billy tells Emmett, he nods and walks out the door and just like that he was gone.

"I'm riding with you," Billy says. He walks out the front door and straight towards my truck, tossing my duffle bag in the back.

I look over at my police cruiser. "What about work?" I shout. I can't just miss work, people will start to talk, they will ask questions. I see Sam get into his car and everything starts to become just a little clearer. Sam's signature on my parent's death certificates. Him being the lead on their case.

I lock up the house and get in the truck. I'm all ready for the "What were you thinking speech" from Billy, but that's not what I get.

"He didn't do," Billy tells me. He places his hand on mine. "He was a good kid. I don't know what prison might have beaten out of him, but he was a good kid, and all he cared about was protecting what was left of your dad." He meant me, he was protecting me.