I stared at every face standing around us. Everyone was on edge, waiting for Jacob or Edward to do something. They glared at each other with cold eyes, their fists clenched and knuckles white.
"Bella," Alice whispered in my ear, "we need to get out of here."
"But I need Renesmee!"
"I think being alive is more important right now. We can come get her later!"
I sighed. "Do you promise?"
Alice nodded stiffly. "We will find a way to bring her home and not start a war. At least I think we won't start one. I promise."
I took a hesitant step forward and took Edward's hand but it did not relax. I pulled him backwards and he came willingly. No one else dared to move or breathe; they seemed in a trance.
We started to walk back towards the house at a sluggish speed. Edward was breathing deeply through his nose. When we approached the house, he turned around to face the forest where Jacob and the others were probably still standing.
"This isn't over!" he screamed. Then he stomped in the front door.
The rest of us followed him into the living room and watched him plop down on the couch. His head fell forward and rested on his knees. Now in his place sat a beautiful, grieving statue.
Alice tugged at my elbow. She guided me up into Edward's old bedroom: so many memories had been here. They were all a little fuzzy though. We sat down on the golden and plush comforter.
"We need a plan," I said just as she opened her mouth.
She nodded frantically. "I think it will help. If only I could see what was going to happen!"
That night, we began our plan.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it has been s long since my last update. 1) I have had a major case of writer's block. 2) I have been really stressed lately. And 3)My mom and I have both been sick. If any of you want to help me with some writing ideas for this story, feel free to tell me! I am in need of a little help =/