Disclaimer: don't own it Stephenie Meyers does… blah blah blah

I am leaving on a school trip on Tuesday so this will be the last chapter til' next Sunday!… I'm sorry… thanks for reading!!!

Recap: "Ummmm… is it too late to take up your offer of staying with you?" I was scared at what his reaction would be. If he said, no, where was it I was going? But these thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"I would love that." I turned to Quil and he wore the biggest smile I had ever seen. And I returned one.

"Thank you," I said. As I turned the car back on, I patted the seat close to me motioning him to sit nearer to me. He slid over and to my surprise put his deliciously warm arm around my waist

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Qui directed me through La Push to his small cottage like house. That sat vine-covered next to possibly the biggest oak tree I had ever seen. I couldn't help but giggle slightly at the thought of such a large being in such a small house. I stepped out of the car and opened the second cab door to see Quil already holding all of my bags smiling at me.

I smiled in return and walked around the truck to walk by his side into the house.

When we stepped inside, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon rolls baking, emanated from wherever the kitchen was, through the entire house. Quil set my bags down on the plaid couch sitting in the center of the room and motioned for me to sit before walking in the direction of what I would guess was the kitchen.

I sat on the couch alone and looked around the cozy room where I was seated. The couch and a matching reclining chair and a mahogany coffee table were the only furniture. The walls were lined with pictures of Quil growing up, mostly accompanied by Embry and Jacob, and a couple with a beautiful woman I had never seen.

I got off the couch and walked over to the frames. I outlined Jake's smiling young face with my finger and felt anger and sadness well up inside me. "I'm so sorry Jake," I whispered as if he could hear me, but deep down I knew that he could wherever he was, "I love you Jake, so much, I'm so sorry," Finally, the missing tears that had been absent since my talk with Edward flooded my eyes, as I traced Jacob's picture.

"Bella?" I heard Quil gently say from the doorway. I tried to dry the tears running down my face before turning around, to see Quil and a small woman standing next to him. I remembered her from the picture of them two standing on the beach.

"Oh, Bella," Quil walked swiftly over to me and smothered me into a warm hug. My tears flowed down my face as he lifted me and cradled me to his chest. Underneath my tears I blushed at the thought of Quil holding me like this with the other woman in the room, but when I looked up, I saw her smiling warmly at me, the motherly smile reminded me of Esme and a new stream of tears ran down my face.

I cried for no less than 10 minutes in Quil's arms, but when finally the river had quieted, I noticed Quil was rocking me sitting on the soft couch. I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes wanting nothing more than to sleep.

As soon as I remembered that we were in his house asking if I could stay, I jumped up feeling very rude and walked over to the woman walking back out of the kitchen, holding a huge tray of giant cinnamon rolls. She smiled at me again and Quil came up to my side.

"Bella, this is my mother, Fleur ((flower in French)) Ateara, Mom, this is Isabella Swan," I held my hand out to her and balancing the plate in one hand she gave me a light hug.

"It's nice to meet you Bella, I am so sorry for what you have gone through," She looked into my eyes and smiled genuinely at me.

"Thank you, Mrs. Ateara, you have a gorgeous home," She rolled her eyes slightly and laughed.

"Please call me Fleur, and its Ms. Ateara, Quil's father died when he was 2." She stated matter of factly walking over to set the rolls on the dark wooded table.

I looked up at Quil who was looking at his hands again. "Quil, I am so sorry," I said pulling him into me.

"Its alright," He shrugged and looked back over to his mother. "So it's okay if Bella stays with us Mom?" Fleur looked over and me and smiled

"Of course! You can stay Bella for as long as you'd like," With that I gave Fleur another hug and watched her trot back into the kitchen and from the sounds she was making, started another batch of cinnamon rolls.

I stared at the floor for a moment thinking over what was happening but was interrupted by the sounds of a stampede coming in the door. I promptly turned to see Embry, Sam, Jared, and Paul trampling into the room. Jumping over each other to the tray of cinnamon rolls.

I watched them with curious eyes, giggling to myself as I watched whom I thought to be Embry and Paul fighting over the cinnamon roll with the most icing. Suddenly, Sam snapped his head up from where he was sitting on the couch and glared at me. "What are you doing here?!" he said calmly but with as much venom in his words as possible.

The rest of the boys looked up when he started talking and immediately shared the same expression. I shifted away from them slightly, into the short hallway that lead to the kitchen. I was afraid. Very very, afraid. I had hurt Jacob, badly. The vampire I had loved had killed Jacob. I was the enemy, the girl associated in every way with the werewolf's natural enemy. And I was in the same room with 4 shaking werewolves staring icily at me.

I knew this couldn't all end well. I mean, I had made a decision to stay with the youngest of the werewolf pack in La Push, I had left him, and Charlie had no idea where I was, Stupid Stupid. I was easy bait. I coward away from them leaning into the wall. "I'm sorry," I whispered to no one in particular.

"Get out! I do not want you on La Push land EVER!" that was Sam. I nodded and started to inch towards the door. When I heard the voice of my favorite boy of the day.

"Don't talk to her like that! She's staying with me. I'm keeping her safe!" I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized were closed and stared at Quil who had a surprised and determined look on his face as he stared at Sam.

"Quil. Don't be STUPID! Her bloodsucking boyfriend killed Jake!" Quil looked at the floor and replied,

"She doesn't love him anymore. She was going to leave." He barely whispered loud enough for me to hear. How did he know I didn't love him anymore? How would he have known unless he had listened to my conversation with him. Oh no, he didn't. Oh lord please don't let him say that.

"How would you know?" Sam asked voicing my question. He had the smuggest expression on his face and I wanted to go over and slap it off.

"I heard her, tell him." My heart stopped. Oh God. He had listened. That's why he's been so nice. "She told him she hated him."

That comment made the ever-increasing hole in my chest rip. What had I done?! But it was true every word he said, was right.

"Bella? Is that true?" Sam had turned to me. He spoke in a calmer voice that was still cold, but rang with authority.

I could only nod, and sank down to my knees. I ruined everything. Jake, Sam, Quil, the Cullens, him. I gasped for breath that was being viciously ripped out of me by the hole shredding through my torso. The last thing I heard was Quil soft voice screaming, "God Damnit Sam! What did you do to her! Bella?! Bella?!" I tried to reply but nothing came out of my mouth that felt it was being filled with un-inhaled air. I felt my body start shaking and I let the tearing feeling bring me with it into the dark, unfeeling, coldness I wanted. "Oh God. Mom!"

Then it went black, all I could feel was the newly found warm comfort that I lay against.

I really hope that you liked it since I can't post for a while… Thank you to everyone that reviews it makes me very happy… and to those who don't please do.

Have a FANTABULOUS week!… xoxox

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