I want to thank everyone who reviewed, favorited, and alerted the story after the last chapter. I'm relieved and extremely happy that you all like how I'm writing Bella. I like her so much better when she's independent and not so dependent on a guy. Maybe it's just the hidden feminist in me or something coming out to play? Once again thank you all so very much!

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Chapter 4

It was about ten past one when I finally arrived at Jacob's, clean from the shower and smelling like vanilla and strawberries instead of however vampires smelt. Edward's appearance earlier had put a slight damper in the start of my day. But I refused to let it or anything else ruin the rest of my day. I was no longer the Bella who ran and hid when something went wrong. I was now the Bella who would make every second count. Gotta love Titanic references.

Getting out of my rental car which I made mental note to give back and start using my truck again the first chance I got, I was instantly met with one of the hug and spins I had missed dearly. Two years of none of those and I was quite thankful I was in a coma for those two years. I'm not sure how I or anyone who got those types of hugs could ever live without them after the first. I had a strong feeling that the me I was during the time that I had no memory of was a me that I wouldn't be able to recognize now.

"You're late," he said into my hair, sounding a bit bummed out.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry," I replied with a half smile, half frown; I had not intended on being late.

"I almost thought you weren't going to come," he whispered, putting me down.

"I would not even think or dream of not coming," I assured him. "We have two years to make up for and a memory to get back."

He smiled at me with the "my Jacob" smile that I loved so very much.

"So what are we going to be doing today?" I asked him; I was curious as to what he had planned.

"Follow me and find out." He smirked as he turned and headed for the garage.

"I am not going to die today, am I?" I asked jokingly while I followed after him.

Jake stopped walking for a moment and acted like he was pondering my question. Then he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and answered, "It depends. Are you still as clumsy as you once were?"

"Haha!" I replied with a roll of my eyes. "And no...well sort of. I still have my moments, but not as much as I use to. Why?"

"We're going riding," he answered with that smirk still on his face.

I raised an eyebrow. "Do you not remember what happened last time?"

"Oh, I remember." He laughed. "But the circumstances are different this time, right?"

"Yes, of course."

There was no Edward or reason to hear Edward's voice to distract me this time.

"Well then, I don't see any problems ahead of us."

"Let's hope not."

He winked at me. "Don't worry, I'll be there just in case you crash or fall."

"You truly know me all too well," I replied, giggling more like a school girl than I would have liked.

"You said it."

"I did."

I hadn't even realized he had gotten the bikes until I saw him pushing them both outside. That surely went to show just how in tune with my surroundings I was right now. Something didn't feel right and it was distracting me. I just could not seem to place what it was. The garage looked like it was missing something. But what? I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried to do so.

I finally gave up after a minute of trying to figure it out and followed Jacob outside. It wasn't until I was getting on my bike that it dawned on me. The Rabbit! That's what was missing. Where was The Rabbit? Why had I not seen it anywhere? Did he get rid of it or something? Oh, please no. Not the Rabbit. He loved that car. I loved that car. It was such a very good car.

"Where's the Rabbit?"

At first Jacob didn't answer me back, but then he simply answered, "I sold it."

My eyes widened when what I didn't want to have happened the most was confirmed.

"WHAT?!" I practically screamed.

Why in the world would he sell the Rabbit? Ever. Had he lost his ever loving mind? That car didn't belong anywhere other than here on the reservation. It just didn't.

In the process of freaking out I let go of the bike and pushed myself off of it from my leaning position.

"Why in the world did you sell the Rabbit?" I asked, the feeling of needing to know why overwhelming me.

"Bells, the bike," he said; he was completely avoiding answering my previous question.

I ignored him and continued. "The Rabbit does not belong anywhere else. It's...no, just no!"

I wasn't even sure what I was really saying or why I was really mad about him selling the Rabbit in the first place. Well okay, I did know; it was the memories. The memories that had been sold along with The Rabbit were more than enough reasons to be mad.

A little louder, Jake said, "Your bike, Bells!"

I heard a crashing sound and only then did it click in my head what he had been trying to get me to realize. I turned my head in the direction of the sound instantly. Whoops. I had apparently forgotten to put the kick stand back on when I let go of it. That added together with the fact that I had pushed myself off of it, I couldn't be too surprised that it had gotten away from me. Well so much for riding bikes today.

For a moment, I let the fact that the bike crashed go and turned back to face Jacob who looked like he was trying to stop from cracking a smile.

I rolled my eyes and then asked again, "Why did you sell it?" I just had to know.

"Too many memories," he answered, avoiding eye contact with me then as he went to fetch my bike.

At his words, I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

Another fear had been realized and confirmed.

~MP~

Half an hour of complete silence had passed by. I sat on an overturned milk crate with my legs brought up close to my chest, resting my head comfortably on my knees. Jacob had a wrench in hand and was working on repairing what he could of my accidentally crashed bike. I was surprised and happy, and I felt very lucky that the bike was even repairable at all. It had hit the tree pretty hard.

"Too many memories" kept replaying in my mind. The pain in my heart only grew each time I replayed it in my head. It was awful. He sold the Rabbit because of too many memories of our friendship. Our amazing friendship that we had after Edward left me.

Oh god. It was amazing up until Edward's return into my life...and me choosing him again. How stupid and naïve had I been? Goodness gracious me. It was my fault. I hurt him so badly and left and then he couldn't handle the memories of me so he sold the Rabbit. But wait...why did he not sell the bikes, too?

I realized that I had said that out loud when Jacob stopped working on the bike and looked up at me.

"Because," he answered, shrugging his shoulders, leaving me with no real answer to go on.

"Because why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Because they were easy to cover up and forget about."

"How could you forget them when they were right here in the garage where you could see them?"

"Today's the first day I've been in the garage since you left," he admitted, taking me by complete surprise.

"You didn't come in here for two years?" I asked; I was so surprised by what he had just admitted to me that I couldn't come up with a better response.

He nodded his head. "It didn't feel right to come in here. So many more memories were all over this place. More memories that I couldn't get rid of by selling or covering up."

Jacob went back to working on my bike as I sat there trying to wrap my head around everything that he had just told me.

I was mentally beating myself in the head. What kind of a person was I? How could I have been so selfish back then? How could I have hurt him so badly? Was I that heartless? Or was I just a young, naïve teenager, after all? I mean, despite how grown up I had to act given the situation with Charlie and Renee and how I always felt when I was with or around Edward.

All of that thinking lead me to the million dollar question I had been wanting to ask Jake ever since last night in my room when he said he'd do everything he could to help me get my memory back. Why was he acting like everything was a-okay and putting himself into a position where I could hurt him again? Better yet, why the hell was I letting him do so?

I didn't realize that I had thought all of that out loud until I saw Jacob yet again stop what he was doing and look up at me with a look on his face that I had trouble reading. I could feel my cheeks burning red with slight embarrassment at having thought all of that out loud. I was hoping to have worded my question better before actually asking him. But apparently that's not how it worked out. Stupid mind, work with me properly for once would you?

"Well, are you going to answer my question?"

He looked at me for another few seconds before turning his attention back to the bike.

"I guess I will take that as a no," I muttered under my breath with a slightly frustrated sigh.

I was almost going to just let it go all together, but then Leah's voice rang out in my head. I remembered Leah telling me earlier this morning,

"Just make him tell you the truth."

And make him tell me the truth was exactly what I'd do. I needed answers if I had any intention of ever honestly being able to put my worry of hurting Jacob again aside and focus completely on working on somehow getting my memory back. Alright, here goes nothing.

I stood up from my position on the crate and quickly walked over to where he was and snatched the wrench out of his hand. I backed away from him as quickly as I could without busting my ass. If he wanted the wrench back to keep working on my bike then he would have to answer my question first.

"Answer my question," I demanded when he looked up at me.

"Really, Bella?" He spoke in a voice that sounded reprimanding. "You are honestly going to play it this way?"

I shook my head. "This isn't a game," I told him even though it did kind of feel like one.

"You sure about that?" he questioned, standing up. "I could easily take that wrench back from you, you know."

I certainly wasn't going to argue with that one because I knew it to be the truth. With him being a shape-shifting wolf and me being a human, I stood no chance in that battle.

"Yeah, you could," I agreed with him, nodding my head. "But you won't."

"And why not?" he asked, playing along to what was now obviously a game like he had mentioned only moments ago.

"Because I said so."

"Is that so?" he asked and I nodded my head.

Seconds later, he was moving forward quickly to grab it.

I quickly shoved the wrench down my pants before he could grab it from me. He surely wouldn't be getting it back now. Or even try to get it back. That fact made me smirk.

"You wouldn't reach into my pants for it. You are way too respectful for that," I told him, wiggling my eyebrows at him and laughing; there was no way I could stay serious with what I had just done.

"Bella, what..." Jacob started and then paused, looking down briefly at where I shoved the wrench into my pants and then quickly back up to my face.

And just like that it was a serious matter again.

"Answer my question and I'll give it back," I said, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "Please, Jake," I pleaded with him a few moments later when he still said nothing to me, looking at him with my best pouty face.

With a sigh, he finally told me what I had been wanting to know for over 24 hours now. "I just have this feeling that things will be different this time."

"What do you mean?" I wondered curiously.

"It is just a gut feeling that I have. It's not something I can really explain."

I nodded in understanding.

His gut feeling was similar to the gut feeling that I had that made me come back to Forks when I ran away from Edward in Alaska.

~MP~

We talked for hours after I got the answer I somewhat wanted about any and everything, my bike's repairing forgotten completely. I honestly missed this; I missed hanging out with my Jacob. My sun. I felt so at ease like nothing could ruin the warm feeling coursing within my veins. It was a great feeling, and I couldn't imagine ever having to deal with it going away ever again.

Looking at the clock, I sighed somewhat sadly. It was going on five in the evening now. I had wanted to get home and cook dinner before Charlie got home. If I left right now, I was sure I could still make it home in time to go through with my plans. I stood up from the crate I was sitting on. Jacob followed suit already knowing without me saying a word that I had to get going.

"You should come to the bonfire tomorrow night," Jacob said after pulling me into a hug.

I smiled against his chest and nodded. "I'll definitely be there."

"Good," he smiled back at me as I pulled away.

"Today was fun. I mean, despite the accidental crashing of my bike and all." I laughed at that memory from earlier; only I could manage to accidentally cause a bike to crash without even being on it.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed.

"Alright, I will see you tomorrow night at the bonfire," I said as I reluctantly turned to leave.

"Hey, Bells!" Jacob called after me as I made my way to leave.

I paused and turned around to face him. "Yes?"

"Can I have my wrench back now?" he asked with a grin on his face.

I blushed a warm red and laughed. "Oh yeah, of course," I said, reaching into my pants to get it out.

I wondered how I had forgotten it was in my pants to begin with. Surely I would've felt it when I sat down. But I obviously didn't.

To my absolute horror, Embry and Quil walked in just as I pulled the wrench out of my pants. My eyes widened and I blushed an even deeper shade of red as their laughs boomed loudly behind me. I quickly walked over to Jacob and handed him the wrench. When I turned back to leave for real this time, I came face to face with the equally amused Embry and Quil.

"Did I just see you reach in your pants for a wrench?" Embry asked and managed to embarrass me even further.

"No," I answered obviously lying, shaking my head.

"Yes, you did. I saw it, too," Quil said, trying not at all to help the matter.

"Umm...yeah, whatever," I managed to speak before I pushed passed them and high tailed it to my car.

"You're coming to the bonfire tomorrow night, right?!" Embry called after me.

I called back, "Of course. What else is there to do on a Saturday night?"

"Great! We would've had to come make you if you didn't say yes," I heard Quil say.

I could not help but laugh at his response. "Haha! Right."

With that, I got into my car and went home. All the while, I was surely permanently causing my face to stay stained red to show off my extreme embarrassment caused by only a minute or so of one thing happening after another.

~MP~

By time I got home, cooked dinner for Charlie as well as myself, ate dinner, talked to Charlie some, got a shower, and dressed for bed it was about 8:30ish. I was surprisingly exhausted even though I hadn't really done too much to tire myself out earlier in the day. Unless, of course, a lot of talking was enough to tire someone out. That would explain my tiredness.

As soon as I laid down and my head hit my pillow, I was asleep in a matter of seconds.

My eyes snapped open quickly and I gasped. I felt like all the air in my lungs was being stolen away. My insides and working organs pounded against my skin from the inside out and I was frozen where I lay. I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried or how much I prayed to God to let me move. Something was keeping me from moving even a muscle, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what was doing it.

I couldn't even imagine how long I laid there frozen, not only by some unseen force but out of fear as well. I didn't know why I was frozen and it scared the hell out of me. I closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them again I would wake up and realize that this was all just some horrible nightmare. But when I opened my eyes again what I saw made me scream bloody murder.

There was a dark figure standing over me. I didn't have to see its face to know it was glaring down at me. I could also hear it growling at me. The only feature I could make out on the dark figure was glowing red eyes with a golden band around them. It wasn't like anything I had ever seen before in my life. I had no idea what the figure was, aside from scary enough to make me pray to wake up from this nightmare even more than I did before.

The figure slowly started inching its way towards me and all I could do was scream louder and louder the closer it got to me. Oh god. This was awful. All I could think was that I was going to die. Whatever this figure was it was going to kill me. I just knew it. I mean, really, what else would it do? Smile at me and apologize for scaring the hell out of me? Yeah, right. Keep dreaming.

Loudly, over and over again, I suddenly started screaming out, "Wake me up! Someone wake me up! Please,wake me up! Just wake me up already!"

I sat up quickly in my bed, opening my eyes as quick as possible, all the while still screaming bloody murder from my nightmare. My whole body was drenched in a cold sweat and I couldn't contain the tears that suddenly poured out of my eyes and down my face like a dam breaking. It was awful. The nightmare had felt so completely real, like it was really happening. One of my hands instinctively found its way to where my heart was trying to beat out of my chest.

My door suddenly flew open and bounced off the wall behind it, causing me to jump. I looked up just as Charlie came rushing in.

"Are you okay, Bella?" he asked with concern written all over his face as he sat down on the edge of the bed beside me.

"I'm fine, dad," I lied as I was currently afraid of talking about the nightmare; it had felt all too real and I was afraid to talk about it already and relive it.

Charlie shook his head as he instantly saw right through my lie. "No, you're not."

"It felt so real. It was awful," I cried out suddenly not caring about whether I was afraid or not.

I was fully aware that the only chances I had of being able to sleep soundly again was if I could vent about the nightmare to someone other than myself.

"What happened, Bella? You can tell me," Charlie said hesitantly; he wasn't sure what to do or say exactly, so he just placed a soothing hand on my shoulder.

I cried some more and managed to gasp out, "I couldn't move."

"Shh, it was just a nightmare, you're okay," Charlie spoke softly, trying his best to calm me down.

I had to commend his current efforts. It was nice of him to try.

"Do you want some water?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "That'd be good."

He smiled briefly and stood up to go get me some water.

Moments later, he returned and handed me a glass of water.

"Thank you." I smiled, trying not to seem so scared and sad anymore.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I shook my head. "No, I do not think so right now. You can go back to bed now. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?" he asked me, his tone clearly screaming doubtful.

"I'm sure."

"Alright well, I'm right down the hall if you need me."

"Okay," I replied as he left the room, giving me one last glance before closing the door just enough to leave it slightly cracked.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, I placed the water on to my bedside table and curled up into a fetal position under my covers. Needless to say, I was afraid to go back to sleep. Therefore, I did not get much more sleep. The rest of the night and early morning was spent tossing and turning. I was afraid to go back to sleep in fear of another more intense nightmare, if not the same one. I would be a walking and talking zombie for probably that whole next day.

Review please? Let me know what you thought of the chapter! The next chapter will most likely be up later this week.

Next chapter; The bonfire. More Bella/Leah interaction. Surprise, surprise...Bella/Paul interaction. (Just can't resist...) A sort of appearance from a stalker husband...hint, hint. And more.

Also, based on what I have planned out already the next chapter might be the longest one yet. There's something pretty big being revealed next chapter. You've been warned.