Bella's POV

The alarm clock buzzed, and I groaned. I had forgotten to turn it off. It was Spring Break, I didn't have to get up this early to get ready anymore.

It had been a long, sleepless night, without Edward there by my side. I had tossed and turned for what seemed like hours (it probably was) before I finally fell into a light sleep. I felt as if I had been awake for hours, if not the whole night.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled, though my voice still showed that I was very tired.

"Bella, love, is that any way to talk to me?" A velvet voice asked, and I opened my eyes as wide as they could go, and I sat up. He was leaning up against the wall next to my window and in front of my bed.

"Edward." I breathed, and then stumbled out of bed. He caught me before I fell, and a light chuckle escaped his lips.

"Bella," He smiled, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head.

"I missed you last night. I didn't sleep well." I admitted, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

"I know. You were very restless."

I sighed and pulled away from him, "I have to get ready. Today's the first day of Spring Break, remember?"

"Yes, I remember." Edward said, and I leaned up on my toes, pecking him on the lips. He didn't move, and I went back down onto the base of my heels. I stared up at him, confused. He hadn't kissed me back, in fact, it felt as if I had kissed a statue.

"Edward…?" I asked, and he just stared down at me. Pure fear and terror was burning in his topaz eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was for me. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate, and then, with a flash, Edward was gone. I turned around, and then back, "Edward?" I asked, the terror rising in my voice. But he arrived back in another flash, but this time, he had a suitcase in his hand. I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion, "Edward, what is that?"

"We're taking a little vacation for Spring Break." His eyes didn't change, but his voice stayed cool and collected, catching me off guard. His eyes and his tone in voice said two different stories. It was as if someone was controlling his eyes, but someone else was controlling his voice.

"Where?" I asked, trying to block out my thoughts. My eyes were probably just playing tricks on me.

"London, England."

I couldn't help but let my jaw drop. I gaped, opening and closing my mouth as I did so, "London…Edward…Spring Break…Me…Charlie…England…how? Why?" I managed to spit out, and Edward smiled.

"I just thought it would be a nice little retreat."

"Just the two of us?"

"No, the rest of the Cullens as well." He said, placing the suitcase down on top of my bed. I couldn't find words as he swiftly walked past me and towards my closet, opening it up more gracefully then I could have ever done. He pulled out a couple of pairs of jeans and a couple of blue tops, including a gray one.

"What's the rush, Edward?" I asked, but he ignored me, just giving me a small glance out of the corner of his eye as I walked towards him, "Edward!" He continued grabbing out pants and shirts out of my closet, folding them neatly into my suitcase. I finally reached out and placed a hand on his arm as he was placing a jacket into my suitcase, "Edward, what's going on? Who's threatening my life now?"

He stopped and sighed, as if he had been defeated.

"Is it Victoria again?" I asked, and I could feel him tense up.

"No." He spat, but then his expression calmed, "I just wanted you to have another good human experience, going out of the country."

"Edward, I've already been out of the country." I said, "Remember? Volterra?"

"Bella, don't even remind me of that again." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a long, exasperated, sigh, "I put you in danger, and it was my fault. It was entirely my fault. Everything was my fault. Oh, Bella." He suddenly pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest as he buried his face into my hair. I wrapped my arms around him.

"I just want you to be safe."

"No, Bella, don't worry about me. Worry about your own safety." He said, and I nodded my head. I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. He ran his hand over my hair.

"I want to go with you. I've always wanted to go to London, but…"

"But what? It's all done. Plane tickets, hotel rooms, and even car rentals." He gave me a crooked smile, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"It's just Charlie. I'm still grounded, Edward. You aren't even supposed to be here."

He frowned, and I could feel my heart threaten to break, "Please stop frowning, Edward. You're hurting me."

"I'm sorry, love. We'll find a way to convince him. He's in a good mood right now. His thoughts are at ease. I'm going to have to go. Alice will be watching, love. Go and talk to him. As him if it's all right. We're leaving tomorrow, and Esme and Carlisle are coming, do not forget that." He lightly grabbed my chin between his fingers and pointed it up so that he could peck me softly on the lips. "I love you. Good luck." He said, and I smiled, giving him a peck back.

"I love you, too." I said, and then, his fingers were gone, and I managed to get a small glimpse of the bottom of his shoes as he ran out the window.

I didn't want to have to tell Charlie, even though I wanted to go with Edward to London. It would be fun, and I really couldn't think of a better Spring Break vacation. My lips still tingled from his kiss, and I ran my fingers across my lips.

I'll get changed and then tell Charlie.

As I got changed, I thought about all the fun that Edward and I would have. It would be the perfect vacation. The Cullens, my favorite family in the entire world, and me all together, in a place that I had only visited in my dreams. But, the best part was that Charlie wouldn't be there. I wouldn't have to see his intense glare on my boyfriend, and I wouldn't be able to not see Edward for almost the whole day. I wouldn't hear Charlie scolding me, and I wouldn't be on 'house arrest'.

I sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen where Charlie sat, leaning over the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee.

"Hi, Dad." I said, sitting down."

"Hey, Bells. Good morning. What are we having to eat?" What a perfect way to butter him up! Making him his favorite breakfast! I already knew it; scrambled eggs, extra cheese, bacon, toast with strawberry jelly, and orange juice.

"A surprise." I said, grinning as I made my way over to the fridge.

"So what are you going to do during Spring Break?" He asked as I cracked the eggs into a bowl before I started beating them with the egg beater.

"Well…Edward did invite me somewhere with his family." I could feel my Dad roll his eyes as I poured the eggs into the frying pan. They crackled as I turned up the heat.

"Where?" He asked, even though he probably would say no.

I squeaked, and then immediately hated Edward for making me do this, "London."

"London?" He asked, his voice rising in surprise, "As in London, England?" I flipped the eggs over and turned around, facing him.

I nodded my head, and he stood up.

Hatred and disapproval was burning in his eyes, and I could tell that this wasn't going to be pleasant.

I winced, closing my eyes and getting ready for the yelling that was going to go on. Instead, Charlie just walked into the other room and grabbed his officer's belt off of the coat hanger, where it normally sat.

"Ch-Dad! What are you doing? Are you going to…" I noticed the gun that was sitting on his belt as he attached it, "Are you going to shoot him?"

He didn't say anything, and I ran towards him, placing a hand on his arm, "You can't! You can't! Dad, please! Edward didn't do anything wrong! Dad, please! Esme and Carlisle are going to be there, too! All of the Cullens are! Dad, please! Dad!"

He sighed and the angrily undid his belt, hanging it back up. He stalked back over towards the kitchen, and I followed him. The eggs were starting to burn, I could smell it, and I ran over and flipped them over in the pan.

"I'm sorry, Bella. That was uncalled for. But you don't have to do everything with him." Charlie said, glowering over his mug of coffee.

"Well what else am I supposed to do over Spring Break?"

"Hang out with Jake?" Charlie asked, hope rising in his voice.

"I thought you were mad at him." I said, trying to keep Jake out of the conversation.

"Oh, yeah. The judge this morning put him and his two friends on house arrest for a week. Jacob kept arguing, and the judge almost gave him a month, but I managed to settle him down. Never mind. Edward does seem more responsible then Jacob right now. And besides, Jacob needs to be punished. Billy doesn't care, but Jacob's car may get impounded if he lets the light on that little box that they put on his ankle go from green to red."

"What?" I asked.

"When you're put onto house arrest, you get a little black box that acts as an anklet. You wear it on your ankle, and you can't take it off. If he takes it off, then the police, me, are contacted. There's also a server. He can walk a hundred yards, but if he goes further then that, then the button on his ankle goes red, and he has fifteen seconds to get back to green or we have to come and arrest him. And if he disconnects the server, the police have to come. He's not gonna last a week." He seemed deeply upset, and I was just stunned by the news.

Jacob Black?

My Jacob Black?

On house arrest?

He would go insane! Charlie was right, he won't last a week. I could feel my face go pale as images of Charlie arresting Jacob, a disappointed look on his face as if he was arresting his own son flashed in my mind.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the images, so I tried a different topic, "So, Dad? Can I go with the Cullens for England?"

"When are they leaving?"

"Tomorrow. They're leaving for a week."

He sighed, and grumbled, "If you make me a good breakfast, then fine. You can go." He spat, and I smiled. He huffed, and I hugged him.

"Thank you Dad!" I said, and then ran over to make a different set of eggs. The other ones had burned.