"Look!" I said, to some extent excited. I opened the small knitted bag, and poured it's contents into my hand; ring and earrings. "Aren't they beautiful?" I asked, just glowing with happiness. Abruptly, a large growl came from deep in my mother's chest. "Mom?" I asked, frightened. She glared at me, and shifted her body into a defensive stance.

My face fell immediately as I backed into the wall, in attempt to depart my mothers terrifying presence. "Mom?" I asked again, my voice unsteady. Another hiss escaped her lips. "Jacob!" I screeched in freight. My mother hissed at the sound of his name leaving my lips.

Not only two seconds later did Jacob come crashing through the door. "Renesmee?" he asked, panicked. I ran to his arms.

"Let go of her!" my mother screamed. It was bloodcurdling. I hugged into Jacob as deep as I could.

"Renesmee?" Jacob asked, bewildered. "What's going on? Why is your mother staring daggers at me?"

"I said let go of her!" my mother shrieked. "She's mine!"

"Mom!" I yelled, turning in Jacob's arms. "Calm down! Nobody is stealing me away from you!"

Unexpectedly, my mother fell onto her knee's, and whimpered in some kind of defeat.

"Bella!" my father called, running into the room quickly. He oicked her figure up off of the floor, and glared at Jacob in annoyance. "Get out of my house!" he yelled loudly. I covered my ears as the level of his voice frightened me, and made my ears scream in pain. Jacob stiffened behind me. He was really all too confused. "You are banned forever! Get out!" my father continued to yell. Jacob slowly released his arms from me, and ran. He as truly frightened. "Renesme Rosalie Alice Cullen, go to your room! NOW!"

He used my middle names... Not once in my entire lifetime had he said my name. "Okay," I responded in a whisper. I left their bedroom, and went to my own, head hanging. I dropped the small bag Jacob had given me in the hallway.

I closed my door as quiet as possible, and fell onto my bed, face into my pillows. Tears poured from my eyes, and were soaked up from my pillows. I had truly fucked up. Literally just fucked up.

I changed into a pair of warm fuzzy pajama's, and turned off the light. I crossed my room, and yanked the curtains across the the window in which was illuminating light, and closed the white blinds which hung behind the curtains. I than crawled into my bed, and pulled the covers over my body.

I turned over on to my side as one last tear cut down the side of my cheek, and landed on my pillow; leaving a darker spot on the sheets.

My eyes fell painfully closed.

I woke; absolutely soaked. I fumbled in my bed, and fell out of my bed, grabbing at the crouch of my pants, which was soaked. An extremely appealing scent hit my nose, and at the same time smelled abominable. I turned on the light, and was terrified. I let out a horrid shriek.

Blood stained my pants, along with my hands. I shrieked again, and ran to the bathroom. I was alone. Nobody was here. I turned on the shower, unable to think of what to do but wash it all away. I hopped into the scorching heat of the shower, and let the water drain away all of the blood. The water soon turned a light red, almost pink, and drained down off of my body.

I stripped the clothing off my body, and dropped it in the bottom of the shower. The water poured over my body, and the blood continued to drain down my legs. When the water finally began to run back to it's clear, normal fluid, I relaxed. I washed my body, and hair.

I grabbed a towel on my way out of the shower, and ran to my room quickly, and closed the door. I briskly jogged to my closet, and pulled out some undergarments and a new set of pajama's. I tossed them onto my damp body, and brushed my hair scathingly, and ran back into bed. Noticing my sheets were still wet, I jumped out of my bed, and tore them off of my bed. I threw them onto the floor hastily, and ran into our living room. I sat on the couch; horrified.

I was certain of a few things.

One, I was home alone.

Two, I was home alone, and terrified.

Three, Jacob wasn't here.

Four, I was entirely sure my father hated Jacob Black's guts to the depth of his soul.

Five, my mom was not alright.

There was a few things I was uncertain of too... Okay, one thing I was unsure about. Why the heck was I bleeding?

I crawled up into a tiny ball, and sat on the couch. I felt my pants getting wet again. Embarrassed, although I was alone, I spread my legs. More blood. I took in a big gasp of air, and picked up the telephone. I couldn't call my mom, that was just embarrassing. So, I called the one and only person I knew who could help me...

I dialed her number quickly. "Hello?" she answered.

"Alice! Get your but over here right now!" I shrieked into the phone.

"Nessie? Nessie, calm down. What's wrong? I'm on my way now," she said, frantic. I could hear her running through the forest already.

"I'm bleeding Alice! Everywhere! It won't stop!"

"Oh sweet baby Philip..." was her response.

Alice hung up, and flung into the cottage the next second. "Nessie!" she yelled.

"I'm over here Alice!"

Alice found me over by the couch, and took in the scent of my blood. "You smell absolutely repulsive!" she commented.

"It's because I'm half vamp Alice, I'm not suppose to smell appealing."

"I suppose," she said. "Now, where's all the blood?" Embarrassed, I spread my legs so Alice could see. Her eyes formed into two big circles. Her hand curled over her mouth.

"Alice, where's my mom? And, what's going on?" Suddenly, a piercing pain came to the bottom of my stomach, and I curled into a deeper ball. "Alice, what's freaking going on?!" I said, breathless.

"I... I... I..." she began to babble. Another horrifying ache cut through my stomach, and I screeched in pain once again. "Nessie! I think you have your.... period!" Alice blurted, holding her breaths, and wrinkling her nose at the smell.

"My... what?" I asked, beginning to hyperventilate. The pain in my stomach finally eased.

"Your period," Alice repeated.

"What's that?"

"Human girls get it... I'm not entirely sure. I don't even remember if I ever had my period."

"Oh... What do I do?!" I asked, still panicked beyond belief. "Where's my Mom? I want my Mom!" I began whimpering, scared of what was to come for me. Alice sat beside me, and wrapped her small arm around my back, and began rubbing comforting circles up and down my back.

"I don't know where either of your parents are. But, they'll be back soon... I promise... I think," she said, unsure of herself or the words she was saying.

"What time is it?" I asked, settling my sobs.

"It's four in the morning...."

"Oh... Alice?" I asked.

"Yes Nessie?"

"Can I have something to drink?"

"Of course," she answered, leaving me on the couch alone. She returned quickly, and gracefully took her spot back on the couch beside me. She handed me a cup of orange juice.

"Thank you Alice."

"Your welcome."

I began drinking the cold orange juice. I could feel the temperature of the juice going down my throat, and I shivered slightly. "Alice," I called with a shaky voice. "It won't stop..." The blood leaking out of my body was coming out like water from a tap. I departed from the couch swiftly, and ran into the bathroom. My legs were once again covered in my own blood. I turned the shower head on in the tub, and hopped in.

The heat of the water burned my skin imperceptibly as I watched my blood flow down the drain hastily. What was I suppose to do when there was no water?

I climbed out of the shower, and redressed quickly. Alice joined me after. "Go buy some tampons Nessie! Your going to leak everywhere! I don't think either of your parents will be very pleased."

"Alice, how am I suppose to go anywhere when I have blood coming out like water from a tap?"

"Nessie... Wear five pairs of underwear! Hopefully it won't leak through until you get back."

"Okay," I nodded. I can do this... I grabbed my keys and wallet. "I'll be back!" This was insane... I was going to get blood everywhere! Not to mention it was five in the freaking morning!

Instead of taking my car, the dumb ass I was, I fucking ran all the way to the super market. To my luck, it was open. As I entered the doors to the store, I could feel the blood soaking through my pants. It was embarrassing. I grabbed the nearest shopping bin I could find, and ran down into the toiletries section.

Spotting the tampons, I ran up to them quickly; faster than I should have. I pulled all of the boxes into my basket, but was still not satisfied. I found another brand of tampons, and shoved them into my basket as well.

"Do you need any help?" a male's voice came from my side. I turned, and my eyes grew wide. Suddenly, the blood flowing seemed to come heavier.

"No!" I blurted, and ran down the aisle to the check out. I poured the contents of my basket onto the checkout table. The girl in the check out laughed lightly under her breath.

"Seventy-seven fifty nine," she stated.

Once again, I pulled out my black, platinum credit card, and passed it to her.

"Your Renesmee Cullen?" she asked, eyes widening. I nodded to her as she swiped my card through the side of her computer screen. She handed me my bags, and credit card.

"Thank you," I yelled over my shoulder, bolting from the super market. I ran home again. Alice was waiting. My parents were still not home.

"Did you get some?" Alice asked, not breathing. "By the way, I think you need to shower again. You smell absolutely abominable."

"Sorrrrrry," I said, running into the bathroom. I heard her shift to the outside of the bathroom door, I continued to talk to her. "My womanly," I continued, muffled by removing my clothing. "Issues call to me."

Alice laughed slightly. "I suppose it's a good thing you bought all those tampons...?"

"Yes!" I replied, turning on the tap to the shower. I jumped in, letting the blood run down my body.

I dried my body off with a new fuzzy towel, and departed the bathroom. Alice took in a whiff of me as I passed. "You smell much, much better!"

"Thanks," I replied, rolling my eyes in the back of my head.

I got changed quickly, and returned to my bathroom. I pulled a tampon from the many boxes, and opened the package.

"Alice!" I screamed.

"Yes?" she asked through the bathroom door.

"I feel like an idiot asking, but... How the fuck do I use this?" I did feel like an idiot asking... Hello? It's a tampon! Every girl used one. Hell, starting at the age of freaking nine. Girls wore them all the time when they went swimming. Yet, here I was, asking instructions on how to use a fucking tampon. Kill me now!
"Uhmm..." she hesitated in response. "That's something I can't help you with."

"Alice!" I screamed. "Seriously! I need to get this some how up there without physically harming my body. And, hello?! Do you honestly fucking think I can do this? I didn't even know what the fuck a 'period' was!"

"Watch your language young lady!" Alice said, stern. "Just... Read the instructions on the box!"

"Okay," I replied. I pick up a box of tampon, and read aloud what seemed to be the only instructions on the box... "Tampons come in standorized industry-wipe absorbencies. Use the chart for comparing absorbencies of all industry products. The risk of toxic shock syndrome increases with higher absorbency, in order to reduce your risks of T-S-S, you should use the lowest absorbency that meets your needs." I looked directly at the "super plus" absorbency. I continued to read aloud. "Super plus: holds from twelve to fifteen grams." I was totally confused. "Alice!" I shrieked. "This doesn't help at all!"

"Well, on the bright side..." she began. "At least they're flushable!"

"Not helping!" I yelled.

"Sorry!" she apologized. "Alice, what the fuck do we do?"

"We? No, no, no... You mean, 'Alice, what do I do?'" she mimicked my voice for her sentence correction.

"Okay, whatever... Alice, seriously. Okay, WAIT! I apologize for saying 'sorry' so much, and 'seriously.' But, like... Alice! Hello?! Crisis here! We need to figure this out, because I already got blood drowning out my pants again!"

"Okay, I can't believe I have to explain to you on how to use a tampon...."

"Sorry," I said, totally lying. Why the heck was I sorry? I wasn't even warned for this!

"Okay... Whatever. Just listen carefully... Take the wrapper off."

"Obviously!" I responded, ripping the wrapper off. "What the fuck?"

"Okay, now... if I remember correctly, take the plastic tube off... it may be cardboard." I continued to follow her instructions. Boy! Who knew a tampon had soo many parts to it? Hello, you shoved it up there, and you stopped bleeding. Done.

"Okay... Got that Nessie?"

"Yupp," I answered. "What do I do next?"

"Okay, one end has a string, the other end doesn't... Correct?"

"Correct."

"Okay, the end without the string, that's what you put up there..."

"Up where?" I asked, giggling; trying to make this situation somewhat funny.

"Renesmee Cullen! You freaking listen, and you listen good! Here I am, a vampire for like... how many years? Haven't used a tampon in my life... or that I can remember. Yet, your freaking asking me how to use one?! That's it! I'm out of here! Oh, and, by the way... IT GOES UP YOUR VAGINA!?" I could hear her stomp her little foot on the ground.

"Alice! No! Please, I'm sorry." I just heard her slump against the bathroom door. "Okay... I'm sorry. But, I'm going to try now..." I said.

An hour later, I had finally managed to apply the first tampon of my life. It had hurt like hell! I exited the bathroom and found Alice on the couch.

"Alice?" I called her, afraid she was still upset with me. I was wrong; as usual. She perked up immediately, and came and swept me up into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you!" she said into my hair, still squeezing me to death.

"Oh," I responded, running out of air to speak with. "Alice," I said, completely out of breath.

"Oh, sorry!" she apologized letting me go. "Uhm... You might want to hide all of those tampons!"

"Your right! By the way, where are my parents? They've been gone for like... ever?" I finished lamely.

"I'm not sure... I just have a feeling something bad is going to happen when they return..." she answered as I transferred the big bag of tampons into my bedroom.

"Like what?" I said perky, turning back to face Alice when I dropped the bag in my closet. She gulped loudly, clearly not wanting to share. Suddenly a sad emotion washed over my whole body. Something bad... That could be any level of bad. Like, Volturi bad, or bunny dying bad... Who knows?

"Like... I can't tell you."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because Nessie... It's none of my buisness."

My heart fell into my stomach... "What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost nine," she answered; glad the subject was changed.

Suddenly, the door opened to my bedroom and my mother appeared. "Alice! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Bella!" Alice said, all perky again. They swept each other up into an embrace, full of love.

"What's everyone up to?" Alice raised her head up to my mother, and began whispering into her ear. My mothers lips turned into a big round 'O' as she took in the information Alice was telling her. I was completely clueless, until my mother looked at the bag in my open closet. "I see..." my mother said, pursing her lips. "Well... Edward and I... Well, I guess I, since Edward left, have some news as well."

I looked at my mom. Fucking wonderful! More fucking news. Bring on the fucking news! I fucking loved that word right now. It was the best fucking word in the world. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "What is it?" I asked, keeping my deep thought to myself. My father could just not read my mind if he didn't like it. I wasn't the one who fucking granted him to read it.

"Your going away to a boarding school..." she answered. Alice's mouth dropped.

"Are you serious?!" she blurted.

"What?!!" I asked, my mouth clearly falling to the floor, meeting Alice's. I almost wanted to say 'hello down there!' to her mouth, but decided not to. It was inappropriate. And, hello?! School! Let me rephrase that: Boarding school! You have got to be kidding.

"Yes," my mother began. "As much as your father and I argued about it, as we have been for a while, we have both come to terms that it would be best for you to get away from Forks, and go to school."

"Forks is my home!" I screamed. "You can't take it away!"

"I think I'm going to go," Alice interrupted, and left the room, closing the door. Clearly giving my mother and I privacy.

"And Jacob! What is wrong with you people?!" I screamed, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. "You can't take that away! I'm not leaving. If you guys do this... If..." Deep sobs erupted from my chest, and I couldn't speak. My mother began to come towards me. "Stay away! Just fucking stay away from me!"

"Don't speak to me like that. I'm your mother."

"No your not!" I screeched.

"Don't say that. It's not true., I am your mother. Always will be. I truly love you darling. But, the reasons behind why your father and I want to do this, are clearly reasonable."

"No they're not! This is all Dad's fault! I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" I said, banging my fist on the ground as more tears trickled onto my bare arm.

"Don't say that Renesmee. He loves you. A lot. Trust me."

"Trust you!" I yelled, sitting up tears still rolling down my face; one after another. "Your on his team! I freaking hate you both!"

"Renesmee... It won't be that bad. I think we need to have a long talk. Come," she said, pulling me up onto my bed. She pulled me into her lap, and laid my head down on my shoulder. Willing to be there when I cried. "Now, you listen, and let me explain. No interruptions. And, if you feel like sleeping, do so. Please."

I didn't say anything, bet let the tears roll down my face. I had soaked my moms shoulder already.

"Now, your going away to a boarding school in California. Since you haven't developed the sense to glitter in the sun yet, we thought we'd let you get plenty of it. Considering theres not much here in Forks."

That wasn't a bad idea... But I still loathed it. It meant being away from Forks... Away from Jacob. Away from everybody I loved.

"We're going to buy you a new cell phone to keep in contact with us. As well as a new laptop, to keep in touch with e-mailing as well. You can use it for school if you wish. This was your father's idea... He's just so, so... over protective. And, I'm sorry for that," she apologized. My father was over protective. He needed to get a grip. I hated him. I hated him with a deep passion. He literally pissed me off beyond no belief... I continued to listen to my mother.

"I'm going to fly there with you."

"I want Jacob to come."

"Pardon?" she asked, clearly nto able to understand me through my tears, and the ball of emotion in my throat.

"I want Jacob to come with me there," I repeated.

"Well... I don't think that will go over well with your Father, but... I'll make it happen Sweetheart," she answered, kissing the top of my head. I nodded into her shoulder, and kept listening to what else she had to say. "Your father and I have arranged to have somebody assist you for your first new weeks. And, he's having your car shipped over into that area... So, you'll have your car to at least use. We've also made sure you have your own dorm. As well as a specialized diet... Okay, not diet," she continued to fill me in on the plans her and my father had made for me. They were really fucking sucking up to me. I knew they were sorry to send me away, and clearly, my mother didn't want to send me away. So, she just followed along with my father... And, he, of course, was sucking up to me. Trying to make things not seem as bad as they would be.

"We have just had them specialize your foods to things you'd like. Breakfast, lunch and dinner will be served to your room. Any other snacks or treats you desire, you can just order. And, don't worry about paying for anything, it's all taken care of. But, you're able to take your credit card with you for any extra need." I nodded into her shoulder, letting her know I was still listening. The tear had slowed, but didn't completely stop. "You'll be coming back home to visit on all special events, and long weekends. Anytime school has been delayed. Unless, of course, you'd like to stay there, or have one of us come visit..."

"Okay." That meant I was still able to see my Jacob.

"Oh... And, your room will be decorated when you arrive. Don't worry about cleaning it, your father has arranged for people to do that. As well as get your things set up. We're ending all of your clothes, and anything else you'd like."

This was bullshit. They were really fucking sucking up to me! They had some fucking sorry asses. I just tried to keep as calm possible.

"When am I leaving?" I asked.

My mom let out a deep sigh, and answered, "Saturday."

That was in two days. Were they crazy? That wasn't nearly enough time I needed. "Does Jacob know?"

"Your father has gone to tell Jacob..." she responded, clearly feeling guilty. She knew it was wrong to separate the both of us. I didn't say anything else. I didn't want to say anything. My eyes felt heavy so I let them droop close. "That's about it... Now, would you like me to pack your clothes away, or would you like to do it?"

Wow... She actually gave me an option for something. Great!

"You can do it," I mumbled a response.

"Okay," she said, slipping me off her lap. My face met my pillow, and I instantly fell into a deep sleep. I was going to miss these soft pillows and blankets...

I stirred in my bed before I finally decided to open my eyes. I sat up in my bed, hoping I had just awoke from a terrible dream. Apparently, it was reality. Boxes were stacked on top of each other with my name written all over them. "Renesmee Cullen." I so badly wanted to scratch the 'Cullen' part off each box and replace it with 'Black". Wouldn't that just make their socks fall off?

"Renesmee, is that you?" my mother called. I moaned in response. "Good! We need to do some shopping! Now, let's go, throw your hair in a pony, and let's go. Doesn't matter what you look like! Meet me outside in five!" With that, the front door slammed. I followed her simple instructions, and walked out the front door in the next three minutes; dead.

The next thing I knew, my mother and I were walking around the electronics department. I groaned in frustration. Un-fucking-believable. My mother was looking at computers. "Do you like this one?" she asked, picking up a mac book.

"Sure," I mumbled my reply.

"It's pink... Are you sure you'd like that? Hmm..." My mother seemed to be making my decisions. Like I cared. My life was over. I was going to boarding school. Away from Jacob. "Well, we can stick with pink. And, we can get you a matching phone! Heck, we'll get you a matching ipod too!"

"Sure."

My mother continued on, clearly trying to block out the fact that I was entirely miserable. We ended up picking out the pink laptop, with the matching ipod. And, a pink blackberry pearl flip. I wasn't happy about this, but was slightly tickled pink by the fact that I was getting a new phone. I had wanted one anyhow... I just hated being a spoiled little brat.

Again, the next hour or so went by as a blur. I was sitting in my room while my mother packed away the rest of the things. I loved how my father didn't bother to show up... He knew I was pissed, and didn't want to make things worse than they were.

"Can Jacob come over?" I asked, only wanting to see him. He was the only person in the world I wanted to see right now.

"No." Her answer was clear. But, my heart broke into even smaller piece's. No one cared. They just wanted me out of here. Bastards. I didn't say anything else after that. I just wanted to get the fuck out of here. From this point on, I was fucking happy to be going all the way to California for some fucking boarding school. I was going to be the girl every looked at, and probably the number one gossip as soon as I arrived. Hell! If my parents had been getting all this crap planned out for me, I was probably already number one gossip at that school.

I didn't even know what grade I was going in too... Not like it mattered. I was going to be the beautiful dork everyone would want a piece of. Repulsive. But, the idea was more appealing to me than being here in disgusting Forks, Washington.

I went to bed early that night, knowing the next day I was leaving. If my mother kept her promises, I'd be aloud to see Jacob.

"Renesmee," my mother whispered in my ear, shaking my shoulder. I moaned for her interrupting my dream about Jacob... no more to be said. "It's time to get up... you need to get ready for your fleight."

"Whatever!" I mumbled, climbing out of my bed. I went and got into the shower. I dressed in the clothes that had been left on my bed. I did my hair a little more spectacular than needed; remembering today was the last day I'd get to see him. I put on some mascara, a pair of earrings, and a small necklace my mother had left out. I pulled my socks and shoes on next, and departed my room.

"I'm ready," I grumbled, still tired.

"Okay, your father and Jacob are going to meet us at the airport. Jacob and I are going with you on the plane, and your father is going to wait in Forks for Jacob and me to return. Sound like a plan?"

"Sounds good to me," I said, perking up at Jacobs name being spoke.

I hadn't brought anything in the car with me; everything had already been shipped to California. The drive to the airport was silent between my mother and I. The music played softly in the background. In a total of fifty seven minutes, we had reached the airport.

"I got your carry on for you," my mother said.

"Thanks." I smiled and took the small bag from her. We walked through the busy parking lot of the airport, and found our way into the building.

"Your things are already in California, waiting for you as we speak. Okay?" she smiled, and grabbed me up into a hug.

"Okay, sounds good to me."

"Okay. Your father will be here shortly."

"What about Jacob?" I asked, lightly worried she was going to break a promise.

"There's one thing you need to know..." she said. My heart instantly sank to the floor. "I never break a promise," she finished, a smile spreading across her face. My heart found it's place again in my chest, and I returned her smile. "I put all of your majour needs into your carry on." She took the bag from me, and opened it. She named the items off as she pulled them out to show me. "Your phone," my new blackberry! I smiled at the thought. "Credit card, make up, hair brush, perfume, deodorant, hair scrunchies, money, car keys... And anything else you may find important."

"Okay," I responded, taking the bag back from her.

"Now, don't forget to call us as soon as you land! And, call us when you get to your dorm safely. And, oh how I wish I could come with you! I'm going to miss you so much Sweetheart!"

"I'm going to miss you too," I said, not sure if it was a lie or not. This was the woman who had betrayed me for my Father. People of all people; she chose my fucking father!

"Nessie!" I heard his voice from halfway across the building. I turned swiftly to the sound of his voice. Running full speed ahead, was Jacob. I started running towards him as well; dropping my carry on.

"Jacob!" I said as we ambushed each other. Our figures slammed together like a rock, and a soft blanket that had just come out of the drier. He was warm, and soft, and smelled like him. Like Jacob. It was Jacob. My Jacob! For crying out loud, shoot me!

"I don't want you to leave," he said, crushing our bodies together more. Either we were going to break, or dissolve into each other. I liked the dissolving idea...

"I don't want to leave!" I responded, beginning to sob. Jacob picked me up, and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Than don't," he said, pulling my head into his shoulder, taking every smell he could of my hair, of my skin, of me. Just fucking me. It didn't matter my parents were watching us in awe, nor did it matter the people walking past looked at us like we were freaks. I had the urge to turn to all of them and tell them to piss off and get a life. But, I was with Jacob. So, it simply did not fucking matter on little bit. If I hadn't mentioned that I had a new favourite word, I do.

I took in Jacob's scent of his skin. I pulled my head away from his shoulder, and crushed our lips together. It was going to need to last us for a long time. Considering a school break was not going to be for a long, long time.

His lips were warm, and soft. They felt right on my lips. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to keep kissing Jacob. I slipped my cold tongue out of m mouth, and slipped it into Jacobs. I moaned at the feel of the burning sensation that slipped into my mouth.

"Renesme Cullen!" I heard my dad screaming my name. I didn't remove my lips from Jacobs. They continued to move together.

Jacob finally pulled away to gasp for air. Still ignoring my fathers voice, well, my father in general, Jacob and I stared into each other's eyes. I didn't want to leave him: ever.

"Planes boarding soon!" My mother finally interrupted. I got down off of Jacob, I realized I still had three hours with him on the plane; father free.

"Okay, let's go," I said, taking Jacob's hand in mine, twining our fingers together.

"Renesme?" my mother said.

"Yes?" I responded.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your father?"

I looked back at my father, who looked slightly heartbroken. I put as much venom, and hatred as I could into my one word response, "No."

My father seemed to be shattered by my response. But, I didn't care. He was the reason why I was leaving. The reason I was about to board a plane to California. The reason my mother gave into the idea. The reason everything bad was happening. He was just the fucking reason for everything lately.

Jacob walked away with me, but stopped in mid stride. He turned to me, and placed his hand on my cheek. "Nessie," he whispered, so only I could here. "I think you should say goodbye to your dad. It's not right not to... He's not going to see you for a while. And, I think it would be best for both of you... You'll regret it if you don't."

"Jacob," I sighed. "He's the reason I'm leaving in the first place."

"It doesn't matter Nessie. He's still your father, and there's nothing you can change about that. It's not going to kill you to give him one hug."

Biting my lip, I finally answered stubbornly with an eye roll, "Fine."

"Thank you," his warm, soft lips lifted into a smile. I let go of his hand, and walked over to my dad slowly.

"Bye," I said awkwardly.

He wrapped his arms around me, and gave me a big hug. "Nessie," he whispered in my ear as he continued to hug me. "I didn't really want this either, but you must understand there are logical reasons your mother and I have decided to do this. Just please, pleas, please promise me you'll keep in touch, and visit regularly when your able to."

"Of course," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. I than wrapped my arms around my Dad too, hugging him as if my life depended on it. "I'm going to miss you," I said, a sob escaping me.

"I'm going to miss you to, and, I'm sorry my little girl." That really hit it... He called me his little girl. A deep sob erupted from my chest as I hugged my father there in the airport. I ddn't want to leave. How could I have ever thought that? Thought hating my father was right? Because, clearly, what was happening right now, simply stated that I was an idiot. I never hated him. Sure, I was pissed at him for shipping me off to some fucking boarding school in California, but; he was still my father.

"Plane. Boarding, Now!" My mother yelled.

"I love you Daddy," I said, squeezing him tightly one last time.

"I love you too little girl," he responded, squeezing me at the same time, and kissing the top of my head.

I than left my fathers eyes, and barely made my way over to Jacob. He picked me up into his strong hold as I watched over his shoulder, watching my father getting farther, and farther away.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I had awoken, Jacob was trying to strap my seatbelt around my body without disturbing me.

"Sorry," he apologized, his eyes lighting up with sincerity.

"It's okay," I replied, groggy. "Where's my mom?"

"She's over in the other seats," he answered, pointing across the aisle. She was listening to some movie on the monitor in front of her.

"Oh." I said. I took the seatbelt from Jacob, and strapped myself in. "Not like I need it," I muttered under my breath.

"Of course you do," he answered my statement clearly-to-myself-and-nobody-else.

"No I don't," I grumbled at him like a two year old. "I'm a vampire... You should be scared! Rawr?!" I made a slight hissing noise, as I held my hands up, as if to scratch him to death.

"Very scary," he laughed, pretending to lean away from me.

I laughed slightly, and we returned to our positions. I fell a sleep again. I woke by Jacob shaking me awake. I had been sleeping on his shoulder. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and realized I had completely waisted our short four last hours together. "I'm sorry I fell a sleep," I apologized.

"It's okay Love. You were very tired. Your forgiven."

I smiled at him, and he kissed my forehead. "Ready?" my mother asked.

"I suppose," I got up from my seat, and my mother began following me off the plane. I looked back, but Jacob was still sitting in his seat. "Isn't he coming with me?"

"No, he's staying on the plane Renesmee."

"Why?"

"He's going to wait for me here, and we're going to fly back together. This plane is going to be taking off again. And, I have to be back on in five. You slept the hole time it sat here."

I didn't reply. I wanted to slap myself. I sat there for two extra hours, sleeping on Jacob's shoulder. I was an idiot. I climbed off the plane, and my mother ran me inside the plane. "Here's your carry on!" she said, passing me the bag as we continued to run to the other end of the building. She would have no problem returning to the plane in a short few seconds.

"Thanks!" I said, grabbing the bag from her.

We stopped as soon as we seen the man outside, waiting to put me in the car. "I'll miss you Renesmee," my Mom said, kissing my forehead. "Don't hesitate to call me. I'm always awake," she laughed, and winked at me.

"Okay, I won't! I love you mom!" I grabbed her into a tight hold. She let go all too soon.

"Love you as well... Good luck. And, don't forget to call me when you get to your dorm, and are settled in. Actually... Call your father, I'll still be on the plane," she smiled again. I was going to miss that.

"Okay. I will. Love you mom."

"I love you too... A lot."

"I love you more."

"An ant amongst a stampede," she smiled, and kissed my forehead.

"Nice metaphor," I commented.

"I need to go now," her smile turned to a frown. She kissed me again, and squeezed me up into a really tight hug.

"Bye mom," I responded, a ball of emotion fixing up in my throat. I was trying soo hard not to cry at that moment. But, they still seemed to be able to pour over.

"Goodbye," she said, letting me go too soon; again. With that, she disappeared. I tried to swallow down that stupid emotion ball. I wondered if it was possible to have that surgically removed.

Slowly, I walked over to the car.

"Renesmee Cullen?" the man wearing a suit asked.

I sighed. "Who else?"

He opened the car door for me, and I slid inside. The smell of leather flushed around me. It was repulsive. Bribers. Ass kissers. Many names ran through my mind.

The driver got into the drivers seat, and pulled out of the airport. It was around ten o'clock when we had officially made it out of the parking lot of the airport.

I pulled my new phone from my small bag, and flipped it open. I turned it on, and searched through it. I went to the phone book. It was all out of wack. Placing the most important people first.

Dad. Of course he's first, a nasty snarl went through my mind.

Mom.

Carlisle.

Alice.

Emmett.

Jasper.

Esme.

Rosalie.

Jacob. His number was there! Both his house, and cell! My heart thumped louder, and I was immediately filled with pure happiness and joy over the two freaking numbers programmed in my phone. I instantly moved his numbers to the top of my list.

Two or three hours later, the driver pulled to a stop. He got out of the car, and pulled my door open. I climbed out. He nodded at me. "Your destination, Mrs. Cullen."

I smiled at him, and looked before me.

My freaking goodness! A tall building stood in front of me. The front wasn't crammed with students as it would be in the daylight. It was empty. Students were probably sleeping. I still hadn't known what grade I was entering.

"Mrs. Cullen!" a woman's voice welcomed me. "Hi! I'm Mrs. White. Call my Cathy," she said, smiling and shaking my hand.

"Hello," I said, completely clueless as to who the hell this woman was.

"Let me show you to your room... You must be exhausted!"

"Slightly," I murmured my quiet response. Truth was, I was tired. After all the sleeping I had been doing lately, I was still freaking tired!

I couldn't see the woman completely. But, she was pretty tall, my guess was about almost six foot. She had gray hair; clearly pretty old. At least in her sixties.

She led me through the campus, and into a taller building. We took the stairs up to the fourth floor, and we stopped at a door. "Okay, this is your room, and, here's your admit card," she handed me a hard cover. I was guessing it was the key to my room. Figures they'd be all up on security... The maids, and other important people probably had a master card. I slid it through the handle of the door easily, and the door opened with a small ding! Sound. I entered the room, and the bed was the first thing I saw.

"Goodnight," Mrs. White said. "There will be someone here in the morning to help you navigate around the school."

"Goodnight," I replied, collapsing on my bed. I didn't take my shoes or anything off. I crawled up onto the amazingly soft pillows, and fell into a dreamless, deep sleep.