My father grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the front yard. Then, he flung me over his back and ran. I don't know how long he ran. I don't know how far away we were. Finally, we arrived in a clearing in the woods. His face was hard and cold as he set me down. I stumbled backwards, but eventually regained my balance.

"So...," I said conversationally. "What'd you need to---"

"Cut the crap, Nessie," he said. "You know what I want to talk about."

"Daddy, it was just a kiss."

"Not that, though it would have bothered me if I didn't hear what you said after that!"

I bit my lip. "But... but I really do---"

"You can NOT be falling in love with him!" he screamed.

"You knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Just please, don't make this harder than it has to be."

"You're too young! You don't know what you're talking about! He's sixteen years older than you!"

That crossed the line. That hippocrite! A surge of power passed form the crown of my head to the bottom of my heels.

"He's too old?!" I yelled. "Really?! You were over a hundred years old when you fell in love with mom! Do not be giving me that crap!"

"Nessie," he whispered. "I think you need to calm down.

"CALM DOWN?!" I screamed. "YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN?! A SECOND AGO YOU WERE ABOUT READY TO RIP MY FREAKIN' HEAD OFF! YOU'RE A HIPPOCRITE! YOU DON'T CARE ANYTHING ABOUT HOW I FEEL! YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT MAKING JACOB AND I UNHAPPY! WELL, NEWS FLASH! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN FALL IN LOVE!"

He was quiet for a few minutes. I could tell my words cut him deep. I regreted saying them the moment I opened my mouth.

"I-I'm sorry." I whispered.

He said nothing and flung me over his back. We ran back to the party. Jacob was waiting for us out front. He took a cautious step towards my dad, who dumped me off his back.

"If you hurt her, I swear to God...," Jacob warned.

My dad ignored him and simply walked back to the party

"Are you okay?" Jacob asked, grabbing me by my shoulders.

"I-I'm fine." I muttered. "I just... need some time by myself."

I ran into the house and up to my room. Leah sat in the rocking chair in the corner of my room.

"Aww, sweetie," she murmured.

I dabbed at my eyes and realized there were tears trailing down my cheeks. Luckily, Aunt Alice used waterproof makeup.

Leah raced over and cradled me as I cried into her dress.

"This should have never happened," I sobbed. "What have I done? My dad hates me! My whole family's going to hate me once they find out! I should have kept my feelings to myself! I should have---"

"Shh," she whispered. "You didn't do anything wrong. Give Edward some time. He's just... upset. You're his little girl. And your family won't hate you. We all love you, Nessie."

I sat still, silent sobs crawling up my throat.

"Leah," I asked, finally.

"Yeah?"

"You should get back to the party. Someone needs to be there if my dad decides to kill Jake. Plus, the pack's going to start wondering where you went."

She nodded and walked silently out the door.

I changed into my pajamas and hugged my legs to my chest. After a few minutes, I decided I should go to bed. After many tears, I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

I don't know what time it was, but the sound of my father's familiar singing woke me up. He was singing a lullaby he and my mom used to sing to me when I was little.

"Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,
The Linnet and Thrush say, 'I love and I love!'
In the winter they're silent—the wind is so strong;
What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing, and loving—all come back together.
But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he—
'I love my Love, and my Love loves me!'"

I listened silently as memories flooded into my head. My mother and father singing that as a duet. My father playing it on the piano. Their familiar soothing voices...

"Dad," I whispered.

"Yes?" he murmured.

"I'm sorry. I should have never said what I said earlier. It was out of line." I amended.

"No, I'm sorry." he whispered. "You're my little girl. I wasn't able to let that go. I'm not going to be the one to tell your mother. You and Jake can tell them on your own time. It's not up to me."

"Thank you," I said.

He smiled and continued to sing until I fell asleep.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry, this one is incredibly short! But I wanted to give you at least something. The song I picked is actually a poem too. But it is a song, because last year when I took choir we practiced this, and we only sang it once, but for some reason, it's been in my head all day. And I'm not even in choir anymore! Carazy! Anyway, I know, I'm cramming. But today, during social studies, while my teacher was prattling on, I had so many ideas I want to put into this story, but then I also had an idea that I thought was really cool! This all happened while I was half asleep! YEAH! Oh and thanks to my readers! I love you guys!

Questions to ponder:

1. What's your favorite girl's name? Boy?

2. Werewolves or vampires?

3. Favorite food?

4. Favorite store?

And as usual, thoughts on BTO (Hehe... I abbreviated it!)

Oh! Inspiration just struck! I'm going to start on chapter 4 tonight, and hopefully Tuesday or Wednesday it will be finished. I'll try to make it longer, but I have a busy weekend! Sorry!

I tried making a trailer, but youtube won't upload it.