Hi, everyone. I was wondering, is my story getting a bit too boring or something? My chapters are getting less and less reveiws :( Oh, well. I'll just move onto the story for now, but it would be nice to recieve a few more reviews.

And I still don't own Twilight. It still belongs to the amazing Stephenie Meyer. Although, I would think that she was even more amazing if she let me own Twilight . . .

"The soup is under some stuff, so you'll have to dig around a bit. Remember to always take the lid off if you need to microwave anything," I reminded Charlie, who was shuffling ahead of me with my small suitcase.

Charlie opened the passenger side door of my truck and dropped the suitcase onto the seat. He turned for my small backpack.

"Bella, don't worry about me. You've cooked so mych food that I won't finish even half of it before you come back. There's no way that I'm going to order pizza or attempt to cook with your food around," he said seriously, and I laughed.

"Well, if you really think so, then call Billy down. I hate to leave you all alone in this house for a whole week," I said as Charlie shut the passenger side door.

"Bella, may I remind you that I've been living alone for more than a decade? One short week won't be long enough to make me feel lonely," he chuckled as he went on, "Jacob, on the other hand, might call every single day to hear his little girlfriend's voice."

I forced myself to chuckle along with him. I had "forgotten" to tell Charlie that Jacob and I weren't exactly talking to each other right now, and I didn't plan on telling him now.

"I guess that's eveything," Charlie muttered, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Tell your mom I said hi."

"I will," I promised, then added, "but if you can't find something-"

"-just give you a call, and you'll be able to help me. And I should eat the salad today, because it'll get unfresh soon, right?" Charlie finished for me with a grin.

"Right," I smiled and got on my toes to give him a peck on his cheeck. "I'll miss you, Dad. Take care of yourself while I'm gone."

"I will, I will. Now, stop worrying about me. This is your vacation. Have fun with your mom. Go see some sun," Charlie encouraged.

"Seeing sun in Jacksonville . . . that'll be a mighty hard thing to do," I joked, climbing in the truck.

Charlie laughed and stepped aside as I pulled out onto the street. He waved, and I waved back.

As I drove past the dark forest beside my house, I thought I saw a pair of bright golden eyes following me.

As soon as I was positive that Charile couldn't see me, I dropped the happy smile. I didn't know what expression took its place, but I was positive that it was far from happy.

My thoughts drifted. It was a peaceful day, just like yesterday. It was supposed to be raining right now, according to the Weather Channel, but when had they ever been right? Before I had turned off the TV to go fetch my unbrella, I had seen an ad for a new Blackberry. Maybe I should buy a new phone and throw away my old one. Or maybe . . .

I let my thoughts drift like that for an hour or so, but soon, they started to linger more and more on Jacob or Edward. I decided my thoughts needed a bit of reigning in and pulled over to fish my iPod out of my backpack. I turned on the rock songs I had downloaded for this purpose and started to drive again.

After about two hours of driving, it started raining cats and dogs. Maybe I should give the meteorologists some more credit.

I was starting to get a bit hungry, so I parked in front of an Italian restaurant for lunch.

The restaurant was very much like La Bella Italiana in Port Angeles. I considered trying another restaurant -Chinese, maybe?- but the rain was really pouring outside, and it didn't look very inviting. So, I let my hostess show me to my table and sat down. I didn't bother to check the menu-I knew exactly what to order. I stared out the window, listening to the raindrops fall on the windows.

"Bella?" I heard an excited voice call. I considered turning and running away, but I decided against it. Instead, I turned towards the voice with a fake smile plastered on my face.

"Tyler!" I shouted in mock joy. I stood up as Tyler Crowley made his way to my table.

Tyler had moved to Seattle a few months ago. He sometimes e-mailed Mike and Eric about his new job at an Italian restaurant and all the "hot chicks" he saw everyday, but I had no idea that he had been referring to this particular restaurant. If I had, I would have stayed away-Tyler was still hoping that I would change my mind and go out with him.

"Hey, Bella! What are you doing here?" Tyler asked, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm on my way to the airport, but I stopped by because I was so hungry," I said, hoping Tyler would catch the hint and take my order, but he didn't. He started talking about his new school, friends, and other things that I couldn't care less about.

I listened to him for a while, but when I checked my watch and saw that I had to leave now if I wanted to buy a burger or something else to eat before my flight, I interrupted.

"Tyler, I'm really sorry, but I have to go. My flight is in an hour," I lied a bit, desperate to get out.

"Oh! Have I been talking that long? Well, I guess I'll have to let you go, but promise me that you'll catch a movie with me when I visit Forks, okay?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, sure. Bye, Tyler!" I waved, then rushed out.

As I waited in line for the drive-thru at McDonalds. I checked my phone for any missed calls or texts. There were five unread texts from Jacob.

Bella, baby, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to get mad like that. Please forgive me.

Love, Jake.

I sighed and opened the next one.

Bella? Please text me back.

Love, Jake.

I started to read the next text, but the line moved, and I had to get my food. I parked on the street and checked my phone again as I ate my burger.

Bella, I'm coming to see you right now.

The fourth text had abbreviations and errors-Jacob had been very rushed.

Bells wher r u? i dont c any1 in the house. txt me bak NOW

The last text had been sent about two and a half hours ago.

Bel i went 2 c charlie cuz u werent answerin n he says ur on ur way to seattle. y didnt u tell me? im coming. don go yet. plz.

I froze. He was on his way here? And if he had left about two and a half hours ago, he could be here already, with his crazy driving. Well, I would try my best to get to the airport before him. He wouldn't be able to catch me in the middle of the crowd in the airport.

I started the engine and drove as fast as possible to the airport. I drove around the parking lot much faster than I normally would have and almost bumped into a few cars. I finally found a parking space after almost half an hour of searching, and cut the engine. I climbed out of the truck and walked to the other side to get my bags.

As I walked through the doors of the airport, I thought I saw a familiar Volkswagen in my peripheral vision. I panicked. Was Jacob here already?

I practically ran through the airport, bumping into people and apologizing. When I finally got to security, I realized that I didn't have my small backpack with me. I spun around, hoping to see it nearby.

I sighed a sigh of relief when I saw the small brown backpack a few yards in front of me. It was on the floor, and if I didn't rescue it right now, someone would step on it for sure.

I grabbed my suitcase and fought my way to my backpack. When I was merely a few feet away from it, a hand emerged out of the crowd and picked it up. I froze for a moment until I realized that the hand didn't belong to Edward or Jacob. I unfroze and made my way to my backpack-rescuer.

"Excuse me, I believe that's my backpack you're holding," I said loudly.

The man holding my backpack turned his head towards me. The first thing I noticed about his face was that it was set in a sad expression. He looked like he had not smiled in years. Then, as I stepped right in front of him, I noticed that he was almost as tall as Jacob. I had to crane my neck to look into his melancholy eyes, which were a deep blue. His messy blonde hair looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

The sad man handed me my backpack, then left so abruptly that I didn't even have time to thank him. I stared after his retreating figure until I remembered that Jacob might get here any moment.

After an hour of worrying that Jacob would come find me, I finally found my seat and dropped myself onto the cushions. I sighed contently. I had made it here without any interruptions from Edward or Jacob. No one could stop me from visiting my mom.

"Sir, I don't know how you made it this far without someone stopping you, but I'm afraid I have to," a flight attendant said, and I sighed. Why couldn't people just follow the rules?

"Please, I'll only take a few minutes. My wife just got on this plane because of a stupid misunderstanding. Please let me talk to her," a familiar voice argued. I groaned.

"Sir, please step out. We cannot allow you to get on the plane without a ticket," the flight attendant said, annoyance clear in his voice.

"I'm telling you, my wife is in there. We just came back from our honeymoon, and if you don't let me talk to her, you'll ruin our marriage," Jacob begged.

The flight attendant sighed. "All right. But we can only give you about two minutes because we have to depart."

"Two minutes is enough. Thanks," I could hear the smile in his voice.

I heard no footsteps, but he was in my sight in less than two seconds. I leaned down as far as possible in my seat, but he caught my eyes. His smile was relieved and victorious - he thought he could convince me to go back home with him.

He walked over to me in three, long strides and sat down on the empty seat next to me. I looked straight away, refusing to meet the gaze I could feel burning a hole on the side of my head.

"Mrs. Black," he said loudly, making sure that the flight attendances hovering around us heard, "why did you leave your husband like that?"

"I see you've been fantasizing again, Mr. Black. My surname is not Black, and it will never be," I said just as loudly.

He sighed. "I had to make up an excuse good enough to talk to you," he said in a normal voice. "I had to stop you from going to Florida."

I was suddenly angry. I was just going to see my mom, and all the important men in my life were so strongly against it. Didn't they ever think about how much I missed her? Besides, Edward and Jacob were the reasons why I suddenly decided to see my mom. How dare they try to interefere with the plans I had made to get away from them?

"Jacob," I said clearly, trying to control my temper, "I am going to go see my mom for a week. No one can stop me."

"Bella," Jacob begged, grasping my hands, "please don't leave. I know I was wrong to behave like that yesterday, but I just couldn't help it. Please don't go. I had our spring break all planned. Please?"

I turned to him reluctantly, and immediately wished that I hadn't. His deep, big, brown eyes were pleading with me, and I knew that he would win me over in exactly one minute if I didn't look away. I looked at the little screen on the back of the seat in front of me and closed my eyes. "Go home, Jacob."

Jacob grabbed my arms roughly. Coincedentally, he grabbed the part where he had hit yesterday and left a huge, gross-looking bruise. I flinched away, and rubbed the soft spot gently, hissing in pain.

"What's wrong, Bella? Are you hurt?" Jacob grabbed my arm and pushed the sleeves up, against my objections. He gasped. "W-who did that?"

I looked away, mumbling, "No one."

"Bella, answer truthfully. Did I do this to you?"

"No," I mumbled again.

Jacob let go of my arm in exchange for my face. "Bella, did I do that?"

I tried to look away, but his hold was too strong. I avoided my eyes as I repeated, "No, Jacob, you didn't."

Jacob let go of my face, and stood up. I looked up, surprised. I thought I'd never get him to leave.

"Jacob?"

"I promised I would never hurt you. And look at what I've done? Even the bloodsucker hasn't done any serious physical damage on you. And I d-did," he stuttered.

"Jacob," my voice was reprimanding now.

"No, Bella. I'm a monster, and no one can argue with that." With that, Jacob ran out of my sight.

I leaned back in my seat. After a few minutes of battling with myself, I decided that defending Jacob from himself was more important than visiting my mother. My mother wouldn't do anything too stupid just because I couldn't make it, but Jacob certainly would. I got up and walked towards the door, only to see that the door was firmly closed.

I turned to the closest flight attendance. "Excuse me, sir, I would like to get off this plane."

"I'm sorry, miss, but we can't do that. We're already a but delayed because of the little scene with you and your husband, and we can't afford to lose any more time," he answered sternly, leaving no room for arguments.

I sat back down in my seat, leaned back, and closed my eyes, but I knew that I wouldn't get any sleep on this flight.

Ooh, who's the mystery backpack-rescuer?

P.S. I haven't updated because I was hoping for more reviews. Maybe I should stop writing this story? I mean, I love writing it, but if you guys don't like it . . . Just let me know what you think. Thanks!