Hi everybody. Before anyone tells me, I am indeed aware that I have a broken hand. But the pain is more in my wrist than fingers, and I received a review from kkjones3 that truly touched my heart.

So, I've decided that I'll have to endure the pain for the 2,000,000+ hits I've gotten since I wrote this story (according to the Traffic section of my account), so here it is! :)

Annabelle's POV

I drove home, beaming.

Jacob was really cool, and he was extremely attractive, if I do say so myself. Was I crushing on him? I think I was.

But, wait, I couldn't be crushing on him. That brought my smile right back down.

He hates my family. He hates me.

Well, he loves me, but he hates me. God, I was confusing myself.

Okay, he loves me because he thinks I'm a human. But if he finds out what I really am, he'll hate my guts. Just what I need. Even more drama.

The ride home went by quickly, mostly because I was deep in thought. Mom, Dad, uncle Emmett, and aunt Alice were all out on the porch talking when I pulled up. Aunt Alice jumped up and ran over.

"What happened in La Push? Did they find out about us? What did Billy say? What did Jacob say?" she practically screamed at me the second I got out of the car.

"Nice to see you too, aunt Alice." i answered, walking out to the front porch with the others.

"Hey, Annabelle. How'd it go over at Billy's?" Mom asked as I sat down next to her.

"Fine. I met Jacob, and he invited me to a bonfire on Friday night." I sounded glum. I was glum.

"Why the bad tone? That sounds like fun." Mom mused, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Because, he hates me." I buried my face in my knees.

"If he hated you, why would he invite you to a bonfire?" Mom asked.

"I see this is a Mother-Daughter talk. See you inside." Uncle Emmett said over his shoulder as he rushed inside.

"He hates us. If he knew what I was, he would've kicked me right out of the place." I grumbled.

"Well, you're fine as long as you don't mention anything about what you are." she said, kissing my hair and going inside.

I was alone with my thoughts, until I went upstairs and into my room, where I plopped down on the bed and sighed deeply.

Dad came in after a few minutes, and sat next to me.

"Dad, does God and Heaven exist for us?" I asked after a long silence. He chuckled, and left.

Wow, thanks so much for the help, Dad.

But, a few minutes later, grandpa Carlisle came in and sat next to me.

"Your father told me you were questioning if God and Heaven exist." he answered my questioning look.

"I, personally, believe they do. Your father thinks differently, though." he started, and I sat up.

"Dad doesn't believe in God or Heaven?" I asked, surprised. Mom always has, but we weren't very religous. Grandpa Charlie had always considered himself Lutheran, but only because his parents were. But other than that, we weren't religous.

After that, he started telling stories about how religous he was when he was growing up in London. It was really interesting, but about 2 hours later, mom came knocking.

"Okay, kids, time to end story time." she said, and grandpa Carlisle laughed and left. I was all alone again, left with my thoughts.

I was suddenly dreading the rapidly approaching bonfire on Friday night. Maybe I'd call Jake, lie and say I wasn't feeling well or something.

But then, someone would probably hear and make me go. I didn't want to be rude, but I didn't want to go. This might be difficult.

--Friday Night--

Oh my GOD! Is it Friday already? The sky is dark, and it's approaching 8:00. I should probably leave for my few hours of hell now.

"I'm leaving, everyone. When I come back burned up from all the wrath of Hell, don't worry about me." I grumbled, and Mom got up and hugged me goodbye.

"You're exaggerating a bit. Jake isn't that bad, and as long as you don't say anything, it'll be fine." she said, kissing my forehead. I sighed, and went out to my car.

The drive went by quickly, even after taking the long way. It was like the devil was speeding up time just to quicken my time in his home. I inhaled deeply, and got out to see Jacob on the porch, beaming.

I smiled, and before I could do anything, he hugged me. Crap.

His muscles tightened, and he pulled back, his face rigid.

"You're cold. Freezing." he practically growled, backing away, eyes narrowed. Of course, I do my best to avoid more drama, and what does life throw me? More drama.

"Jacob, I can explain, but-" I tried, but, of course, he interrupted harshly.

"You have nothing to explain. I already understand. That leech bit Bella." he snarled. Now, in my hopes and dreams, he would have looked past this, but, this was reality. And apparently, my reality wasn't often good.

"If, by leech, you mean my father. And I really don't appreciate you talking about my father like that." I tried to remain calm, but my voice sounded angry, and scary, even to me.

"He's a leech, along with the other bloodsuckers in his family." Jacob's voice was low, but full of hate.

"Well, I see you can't stop with the trash talking. So I have no business here." my voice was still angry, but a lot less frightening, and a lot more cracked.

"Thank you for reminding me. You parasites aren't allowed on our land. So you really don't have any business here." he growled. I did my best to hold back ripping him limb from limb, but I was shaking with anger.

I got back in my car, and sped back towards home. The anger flooding me was too filling to allow any thoughts to enter my mind, so it was long. Of course, NOW the ride gets long.

I didn't realize until I pulled into the garage just how fast I was going. Anger always resulted in my heavy foot.

Luckily, though, no one came bounding out with questions, like a certain aunt I know. Because even if they did, I wouldn't respond, out of fear of biting their heads off.

I tried to be quiet as I entered, but everyone looked up. Damn their good hearing.

"Why are you back so early?" Mom asked. I ignored the question and went up to my room. Even though I was certainly angry enough for it, I didn't stomp or slam the door...hopefully. I was so mad, all I heard was my brain's screaming.

"I'll go see what's wrong." I heard Mom say.

"No, Bella. Let me and Alice handle this." Aunt Rose offered, and I heard light footsteps approaching.

I didn't see them enter, because my face was buried in the pillows on my bed, but I felt the bed move ever so slightly as they sat on either side of me.

"What happened with Jake tonight?" Aunt Alice asked softly. Wow, I never thought I'd live to see the day when she was actually quiet! But here she was, quiet and calm.

"I told Mom he hated me. He hates all you, too." I mumbled.

"You told him? Why would you do that, you know he doesn't like us!" Aunt Rose practically screamed.

"No, I didn't tell him. I got out of the car, and he hugged me." I moaned. They sighed in relief, which made me laugh humorlessly.

"Well, he found out. What did he do that was so terrible?" Aunt Alice asked calmly. She wouldn't be calm after this news...

"He started calling us bloodsuckers and leeches." I said quickly, eager to get the horrible words out of my mouth.

But, surprisingly, they remained calm. Aunt Alice actually stayed calm after someone completely trash-talked her. What is going on here?!

"Oh, is that all? They call us things like that all the time, it's nothing to worry yourself about!" Aunt Rose scoffed as if I should have known that from the beginning. I sat up and looked back and forth between them.

"So, you're saying all this trash-talk is normal?" I asked, shocked. They nodded, and I slumped back against the pillows. I had gotten mad over nothing.

Well, not totally nothing.

He still hated me and my family, and what we are. So, would it be right to start a relationship, even as friends, with him? My head swarmed with questions.

"I don't think you should start to be friends with him, Annabelle." Aunt Rose said quietly. Okay, was she the mind reader, or Dad?

"If he hates you as much as he does, do you really think it would be right to forgive him for that, just to be friends?" Aunt Alice asked. I contemplated this seriously for a moment.

"Well...no. I guess not." I sighed, and pulled my knees up to my chest. They smiled at me sympathetically, and went back downstairs. I layed on my side and started thinking.

What if I left Forks? Even if just for a little while, just to clear my mind? Or maybe permanently...

No, Annabelle. Stop thinking stupid things like that. One little fight with someone completely unimportant shouldn't take over your life.

Even though I tried to shake them, the thoughts kept coming back to haunt me. Seconds later, Lori burst through my bedroom door.

"What the hell are you doing, Lori?" I mumbled, not in the mood to deal with him.

"Stop thinking of leaving! You'll break his heart." she yelled.

"Who?" I grumbled angrily. She grabbed my shoulders and sat me bolt upright.

"Dad's!" She was really starting to get angry. She never got angry.

Then it hit me.

Lori's gift is more about life: she can see what people's life decisions are, but only the bigger ones, like...running away.

"It would not. I'm trying not to-" but she cut me off.

"It would crush him, and you know it would! You're his favorite, everyone knows that!" What?!

"Lori! I am not his favorite! He doesn't have a favorite." I yelled back.

"Oh, open your eyes, Annabelle! You've been his favorite since he first saw you! Even Mom knows that!" she was screaming in rage now. I pushed her down next to me on the bed.

"Dad doesn't have a favorite. He can't have a favorite. Especially not me." I scoffed, and she crossed her arms.

"Why not you?" she asked sternly.

"Because, he just can't. If I do decide to leave, his heart'll break, and I can't let that happen." I tried to stand up, but she pushed me back down.

"Then don't leave! That's the point! If you leave his heart WILL break. That's a well-known fact. Didn't you hear what happened?" she was getting quieter now.

"No. What didn't I hear?" I asked anxiously.

"Just now, Dad was suddenly able to read your mind, but only for a few minutes. He heard what you were thinking about leaving, and he's left for places unknown. Don't you pay attention to what goes on in the living room?" she asked as if it was totally obvious.

I was totally shocked. At first, I was unmoving, shocked speechless. Then it registered that Dad was gone, and I ran downstairs and into my car before anyone could even ask what I was doing.

My hand hurts so bad, I think my bone just crumbled to sand! OUCH! But I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! :)