Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer.

So based on my current trend, you can expect updates to come on weekends now. Sorry, but school takes up time, not to mention afterschool sports. If you want to complain, go ahead, but in my mind school comes first.

Anywho, here's chapter 18! Enjoy!

"What the hell are we in CANADA for?" I screamed at him. My sleepiness was gone. Anger and confusion had taken its place. There was no sensible reason to be in Canada. Brendon sighed,

"Bella, this really isn't the place to talk about this." He told me, reaching for my hand. I tool a step back.

"That doesn't matter, you're going to tell me anyway!" I yelled at him. People began to look at us, giving quizzical looks at my angry stance and loud words. Brendon looked over and they turned and left. No one stared anymore, I suppose because he used his gift to make them stop. This just made me angrier.

"Bella, I'll tell you, but just not here." He said, he was going to continue, but I cut him off.

"You're right, this isn't the place. A plane would be a good place. Know why? Because we're supposed to be in Washington. Charlie is sick, if you've forgotten, and seeing him was the whole point of this trip. Unless he suddenly up and moved to Canada, I see no point in being here." I told him, my voice escalading as I got more and more pissed off. "We're leaving, right now!" And I turned and started walking off.

"Bella, calm down and listen to me!" Brendon ordered me, easily matching my pace. I didn't let up. "Bella, stop!" he demanded, and grabbed my arm forcing me to halt.

"Get off of me!" I yelled as I pulled against his grip, knowing it was useless against his strength. "We need to get to Charlie!"

"Charlie's just fine." He told me calmly, and I ceased struggling.

"What do you mean Charlie's just fine? He's sick and we need to-"

"No, Bella, Charlie is not sick. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Now would you please just calm down and come with me? I'll explain everything later, but just not here."

I starred at him dumbfounded. Charlie wasn't sick. I couldn't find any words for the moment. As hard as it was to believe, I was filled with happiness. Charlie was okay, and he wasn't going to die because I left him alone in Washington. Not that I had ever really believed this, but it was a nice thought.

I didn't even struggle as he pulled me to the rental car area, rented an overly expensive and overly fast car, and started walking out with me in tow. It was early morning, but raining, so the lights reflected off the shiny cars in the garage. As he was about to place me in the car, when I stared at him, a sudden question popping into my mind.

"Wait, how would you know Charlie isn't sick?" He smiled, and it annoyed me. I wasn't sure why.

"I told you, I'll explain later. Please just get in the car." And he opened the passenger door.

"No, you'll tell me now." I said as sternly as I could, crossing my arms across my chest. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. From behind his hand he spoke.

"Because Charlie was never sick. He's probably been cracking down on criminals and sitting in a recliner watching football for the past week, I don't know. But he certainly wasn't dying in some hospital." He told me, his tone sounding almost annoyed. He then looked up with irritation and waved a hand toward the car. "Now will you please get in?"

I looked at him with shock, and without my mind's consent, my body got into the car. But as soon as he shut the door behind me, I knew I had to go with him. I looked over as he got in and started the car.

I didn't know if he was lying or not, but something was missing, some crucial point I wasn't getting. It was one of those things that's so obvious that you smack yourself later for not being able to see it. There was something he wasn't telling me about his whole ordeal, and I needed to find out what.

We drove in silence to a hotel near a mall. We got out of the car and walked briskly up to the front desk.

"I have a reservation, under the name Smith." Brendon said to the receptionist. She typed something into the computer near her, then handed him a room key and told him the room number. We walked to the elevator and got in. We didn't look at each other as the doors closed. Then staring at the door, I asked,

"Why did you use that name Smith?" I tried to keep my voice calm and collected, but the stress managed to leak in. He didn't look over as he responded.

"Because I couldn't use the name Williams." The doors opened in front of us. We walked out but remained side by side, no eye contact.

"Why?" I questioned as we stopped at our room. He pulled out the key card and opened the door quickly. We walked in, and I wasn't surprised to see it was a suite. The living room area was quite nice, with a couch that had a nice pattern and a rather large TV. I threw my bag onto the bed in the adjacent room, then leaned on the door frame as I watched Brendon gazed out the window into the rain.

"Well?" I said, pulling him form his trance. He turned to look at me, but his look was questioning. "You still haven't answered my question. Why couldn't you use your own name?"

He went over and sat on the couch. I only turned my head to look at him. He took a deep breath and started, talking to the floor.

"Because, I can't use that name anymore. It's more than anything a precaution, but it would be stupid not to do it. Some one could find us."

"What, are you running form the law now?" I sarcastically questioned. He chuckled, or at least made a weak attempt to.

"No, but we are running from something else. A lot scarier than that." I frowned, and that idea that he was hiding something racking again at my mind.

"You keep using that plural. 'We' aren't doing anything. You are keeping secrets about my father and dragging me to different countries for a reason I would like explained. Now, if you don't mind." He thought for a moment, making me want to slap him.

"I honestly don't now how to tell you all this." He said apologetically, turning toward me. His eyes were full of sorrow. I didn't feel any pity for him at the moment.

"You can start with why you lied to me about Charlie. How did you know he wasn't sick?"

"Because I was the one who made everyone think he was." He answered. I didn't understand his words.

"What do you mean?" I asked, and he looked out the window again. When he spoke, it was slow and calm.

"Your father was never actually sick. I convinced your mother to call him, and then when they spoke, he mentioned that he thought he was coming down with something. You had said something about your mother letting things get out of hand easily, so I changed her perspective so she thought that what your father had meant was that he was actually extremely sick. It worked, and she told you about it."

"You brainwashed my Mom?!" I screamed at him, and he cringed away. "Why the hell would you want to do something like that!?"

"Because I needed to get you out of Jacksonville." He said quietly, trying to keep me calm I suppose. It didn't work.

"So you tricked my mom, and me for that matter, so that you could fly me to Canada?!" I yelled, "Why would you want me to leave Jacksonville?!" I was pacing around the room now, and with my grace I was kicking things and bruising myself non-stop. I only hoped it made me look angrier.

"Because I didn't want you to get hurt again." He whispered, but loud enough for me to hear. I stopped pacing and looked at him, as the key word of that phrase sunk in. Again. He didn't want me to get hurt again. The fact that I hadn't understood suddenly weighed down on me, pushing me down to the floor. I sank onto my knees, and whispered one word.

"Edward…"

Brendon was suddenly next to me, his arm around my shoulders. I didn't even try to shake him off. My mind shut down, and I couldn't speak.

"I wasn't going to let him hurt you again. He came to find you, but I knew that he would only bring back those memories. I promised I wouldn't let you cry again, I promised…" But I pushed him away. He looked at me strangely, like there was suddenly a point that he didn't understand.

"Edward came to Jacksonville to see me…and you…you made me leave…" I mumbled to him. The only person I could ever love had come to Jacksonville to see me. I could have told him that I loved him. I could have seen him one more time. Brendon had made me leave. Slowly, I felt the anger rising again.

Brendon's face contorted into confusion. "Why did you make me leave?" I asked with more force.

"Because…your epiphany…you said it was about love…"

"Yes!" I screamed, pushing him away and standing up. "About Edward! I realized I still loved him! What did you think I had an epiphany about?!"

He looked away slowly, a disappointed and shameful emotion dawning on his face. He got up and walked into the other room. I followed him, and then stopped in the doorway as it hit me. I nearly fell over with laughter. He just glared at me.

"You thought…" I said as my speech was disrupted by fits of laughter. "You thought that I loved you!?" He turned his head away, and I knew I was right. It only made me laugh harder. Big mistake.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled, and my laughter was suddenly cut off. He stood in front of me, his shoulders heaving from anger. I shook my head.

"Brendon, I don't know what you possibly have to be mad about. I'm the one that was just kidnapped." I told him sternly. We glared at each other.

"I have every reason to be angry!" he yelled at me.

"What, that you were just humiliated? That's your own fault, Brendon. If you had taken a second to try and figure out the situation instead of jumping to conclusions, none of this would have happened!"

"None of this would have happened if you would just understand that Edward's not meant for you! He's a monster!" He yelled back at me.

"Don't talk about Edward that way! He never would have done something like this! If he's a monster, than I can't even imagine what kind of demon you are!" He rubbed his hand through his hair, and another fact made its way into my mind. Something I should have noticed about Brendon since I had met him.

"You don't like the fact that you can't persuade me, do you?" His eyes locked with mine. "You don't like not being in control of everything around you."

"What if I don't?" he yelled, surprising me, "What if it drives me crazy!?"

"You can't control everyone's lives, Brendon! Taking me here was a horrible thing to do, even if you did think it was right at the time. Which it wasn't!"

"Stop Bella!" he told me, his hand covering his eyes, and his other hand in a shaking fist.

"NO! I'm not going to stop! This is insane. You can't do this to people! It's wrong and immoral and -"

"STOP BELLA!" he yelled, and when his eyes locked onto mine, they were pitch black. His hands, both balled onto fists now, were shaking uncontrollably. His breathing had become quick and raspy.

"What are you going to do, kill me? Are you so bent on controlling some aspect of my life that you choose to kill me so you can accomplish your goal? You wouldn't do something like that Brendon. You can't -" I screamed at him at the top of my lungs, but I was cut off by a sudden pain in my neck. Before my mind had been able to notice, Brendon was next to me. He pulled his head back from my neck suddenly, a look of shock and horror on his face.

"Bella, I'm…" he whispered, his eyes wide. But he was too shocked to speak farther. He stumbled backwards, shaking his head. I didn't comprehend for a second, then something began to run down my neck, and it felt surprisingly warm.

I smelt the blood before anything else. The mix of salt and rust made me woozy. I summoned my courage and reached up to my neck. I felt the warmth of it as it ran onto my hand, and when I pulled my hand back in front of me, my blood blemished the sides of my fingers. The blood was running down to stain my shirt, and the smell was making me nauseous. I could feel the wound beginning to sting.

"You bit me…" I mumbled to him, still not fully able to comprehend the situation. My words barely even made sense to me.

"Bella, I didn't mean to. Bella please…" he tried to explain to me. I just shook my head and stared at the blood on my fingers. The reality of the situation sunk in as the wound started to burn.

"You son of a-"

But my profanity was cut off by my screams as the pain in my neck exploded.

You must hate me so much right now! But I betcha you didn't see that coming! This is the chapter I want to see people's reactions to, especially about Brendon. His fate will be partially decided by my readers, I've decided, so tell me what you think about him. What is going to happen to him is still somewhat undecided, so depending on your reactions, he may veer onto a different path. Please review!

And thank you to those who reviewed on my last chapter, after my little rant. I just needed to get that out, so thanks for bearing with me! All of you who do review rock my world!