Chapter 3

Rowan's POV

I still couldn't quite understand the meaning of my mysterious dreams. They were different, yes, but they always had the same….theme, I guess you could say. There was always pain, emotional and physical, and there was always a man weeping near me. His image had begun to clear over the slow repetition of my dreams, but his face was always a blur. His coloring I could see. He was dark with dark eyes and hair, and he was extremely tall and large. Muscular would be a better word I suppose. And he wasn't that gross kind of muscular either, where the guys have their veins and stuff popping out of their skin and their necks are practically sucked into their even larger shoulders. All in all; He's beautiful. I don't know why but, for some reason, I know he's be only in my dreams, and I know I've never met the man in my life, or in a past life; but I feel like I do know him.

I could sense that my Angel was getting restless. We had spent longer than I had anticipated at the motel. Five days we had stayed there; me convincing her that I needed a break, that I wasn't as young as I use to be even though I'm only twenty-three years old, and I'm in perfect shape. I guess it was all right to blame my fatigue on my dreams, like I had blamed them for most of everything else in my life. Dreams were suppose to get you out of reality for a while, not scare the shit out of you, and cause you pain and unhappiness throughout your childhood, and teenage years. And then when things had actually begun to go down the toilet, they don't show you jack shit. Yeah. Thanks dreams, you freaking traitors.

"Mommy? Are you daydreaming again?" I blinked myself back into reality, when I heard my daughter's angelic voice, and found myself holding a pair of my underwear in my hand, and that hand was the hand I had decided to lean my cheek on. Nice. It's a good thing I did my laundry yesterday or that would've really grossed me out. Even if they are my underwear.

"Uh…Yeah. Sorry sweetie. I was just thinking of some things. We should be there soon anyways. Maybe only a day. Day and a half tops. Okay?" I knew that Angel was getting mad at me because I had been driving so much. Usually I would take her somewhere, buy some things, cash of course, and then drive for an only an hour or three a day. Not half the day like I have been on this trip. I could feel that I needed to hurry this time. Like it was really important that I get to this Forks place as fast as I possibly could, or something…bad might happen. Something that I know I couldn't even begin to imagine.

"All right." I watched as her little mouth pouted, and she bowed her head, covering her cute little face with her dark brown hair. I could tell that she was actually trying to get something out of me. This was her "If-I-do-this-for-you then you got-to-do-this-in-return" face. And sadly, I can never resist it. I guess I'm a sucker for the cuties.

"Hey pumpkin-butt," I began as I kneeled down so that I was eye-level with Angel, "How about, when we get to this place I make you your most favorite snack in the ENTIRE world, hmmm?" I could tell that this was something she was willing to gain because one corner of her pink little lips quirked at the end, showing me that she was trying to hold in a very victorious smile. I angled my head so that I was still at eye level with her when she finally put her head back up and smiled fully at me.

"Really? You promise? NOOO taksies-backies, right?" I saw her smile waver a bit and knew, no matter how silly I knew it was, that she needed reassurance. So, like always, I help out my little finger for her famous pinky swear.

"I promise. Not taksies-backies." I watched once more as her beautiful smile came back into the blow showing a missing tooth that she had lost only a little while ago. Because of that stinking tooth I had to wait three extra days before we could leave because Angel didn't want the tooth fairy to have trouble finding her. Silly, but undeniably adorable. Her tiny pinky gripped mine and we swung them a few times, as was customary with a pinky-swear, and the deal was set.

After about an hour of getting our motel room all cleared out, and paying the man at the front desk, and then going back to the room to make sure we didn't forget anything, Angel and I finally left to continue our long trip to Washington. I've been traveling so much that I could make the best time for getting from one end of the country to the other thanks to all the shortcuts that I've found on the internet and from personal experience. As I look back on those first few years I feel so horrible. How could I have let myself get beat by a man I thought loved, and then take a baby from the one place she would've had as a home? A baby? My baby? I glanced in the rearview mirror to look at the once been baby, and found her curled up on the small seats with my old stuffed animal. A small stuffed monkey that my mother had gotten for me when I was born and that I had promised myself I would give to my first born baby girl. At least I was able to give her a piece of a home. I glanced back at the road to see the sun begin to set in the west, shining its light on a small sign that said "Welcome to Washington."
"Looks like I made this one in record time." I muttered to myself. Now all I needed to down was spend about four more hours getting to the coast where Forks was settled by the large Pacific Ocean.

Looking at the rising land I could swear I saw a large wolf looking at the passing cars through the think trees of the grand woods. And while I tried to avoid looking at it, I just couldn't, and I made eye-contact with a very smart looking wolf. Who in turn stared right back and howled.