Little bit of a short chapter, but here starts the twist! If anyone hasn't noticed I also changed the summery up above a little bit... I wasn't planning on this, but here it goes! I hope you all like it!

Chapter 20: Charlie's Wrath

There always has to be something. Right when you think things are going to relax for a while, something has to happen. It was almost night time. Jacob was saying goodbye to me so he could ride down the street and wait for my father goes to bed to climb through my window to spend the night, like he always does. "'Night, Bells," he says wrapping me in a hug. I hug him back and kiss him goodbye, watching him kick off the ground and his motorcycle and start speeding down the street. I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling the cool night air, and walked back inside.

"Well, goodnight, Daddy," I say, heading up the stairs.

"'Night, Bella," he murmurs, not looking away from the game. I roll my eyes and trudge up the last of the steps, turning the corner to my room. I pulled off my clothes and swiftly pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I then practically run to the bathroom, rushing to brush my teeth and wash my face. Going back to my room, I smiled and opened the window, letting the night air blow into my room.

I glanced at my clock. Ugh, it was only 10:00. Charlie's game wouldn't be over until around 11:00. Until then, I guess I would listen to some music. When I opened my eyes again, there were a pair of dark eyes in front of me, with a smexy (I'm sorry I keep using fake words...)body to go with it. "Hey," I say pushing him off of me. This time when I looked at the clock, it was 11:05.

"Hey. Move over, I'm tired," he says with a smile, trying to move me over.

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!" he finally just climbs on top of me, hovering over my body whispering in my ear, "I can always make you." I stare back into his deep eyes, not giving in. "I don't think you could," I whisper back, but my voice caught just the slightest, making my proposal not very reliable. He doesn't break eye contact as he leans in, kissing me softly. I groan, and lean into his touch, all my worries and doubts that have ever, and will ever exist inside of me, flowing away just at one touch he lays on me. When he pulls back, I move with him, not letting him get an inch away from me. Nothing could ever happen to ruin this moment.

Except when something does.

"Hey, Bells, where's the-" he stops right in his tracks. And by he, I mean Charlie just walked through the door.

Shit.

JACOB'S POV

Charlie stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene before him. I guess I can expect what he's seeing; His daughters' boyfriend only wearing a pair of cut-off shorts, over her body with roaming hands, and his daughter perfectly okay with this, only wearing the shortest of shorts and a tank top with a strap falling down. This was not a good situation.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I dash out the window. Aww shit. If I know Charlie, I know he's not gonna let me get away. As I'm running to my motorcycle, I can hear him tearing through the house, running out the door in his nightclothes and a gun now in his hand. And… a walkie-talkie. Great. Now he's calling for backup. I can hear Bella upstairs running around her room, though I can't tell what she's doing. Never mind that. I had her raging father trying to shoot me.

I hop onto my motorcycle and speed in front of the house, on my way to mine. Probably not the best idea, but maybe it's so obvious, that it's not… I can see Charlie getting into his cop car to chase me down, and before the house is out of sight, I can see Bella in the window motioning for me to call her when I get home. What the hell was she up to?

BELLA'S POV

My dad wasn't going to let my boyfriend get away. He's lethal like that. As the hunt goes on outside, and probably over to Jacob's house (because he's just so smart like that), I get two duffle bags. I get all of my money from my special spot where I keep it, and throw a few things I can't live without (phone, dream catcher, and a few other things that Jacob got me over the years), I dash out the door and kick up the kickstand to the motorcycle I keep out in the woods, because if Charlie knew I had one, I would've been dead long before tonight.

I can hear the sirens coming to my house, but I'll be damned if they get me now. I take a back road- speeding the whole way - to Jacob's house. When I get there, his motorcycle is parked outside of his window. Charlie's siren is close- too close. We had to get out of here NOW. My phone goes off. I ignore it. "JAKE!" I scream, running over to his window. I throw him a duffle bag. "Get only what you need, and let's get out of here!" He nods his head and starts throwing random things into the bag, and the final thing he gets is a bag from under his pillow. His money. He stuffs it into the bag and jumps out the window.

"STOP!" Charlie was standing thirty feet away wearing his night clothes. With a gun aimed at Jake, I might add. "Put the bags down," he tells us, not lowering the gun. We start to slowly put them down. "Jake," I whisper, "right before they touch the ground we have to run. Get me to my motorcycle so I can grab the license plate then we'll go to the forest. He can't catch us if you're a wolf. Did you grab shorts?" He nods his head ever so slightly. "Don't even think about getting away. My colleagues are coming, and I am not afraid to fire this, Jacob." Charlie's still issuing threats. I'm sorry daddy.

"Ready?" he asks in my ear. I nod. "3, 2, 1…" I was suddenly flying through the air. I heard a ripping sound, no doubt my license plate, and I was surrounded by woods. "STOP!" We hear a few shots go off. And then nothing. We were too far away. After a few minutes Jacob puts me down, and hands me the license plate and other duffle bag. I slide the plate into the bag and slump it onto my shoulders. He then turns into his wolf. Even in this horrible predicament, I can't help myself to admire his beautiful fur. I look up and see his urgent eyes, and automatically know that we have to go. NOW.

He bends down on the ground, and I mount him, clutching his fur in giant clumps in my hands. Once I'm situated, he starts running. Not running, but running. I don't think he's ever run this fast with me on his back. I buried my face into his fur to keep the cold air off of my face, and also to avoid contact with my head and tree branches. He suddenly stops and starts to whimper, pacing back and forth as though there was a wall in front of him. I immediately knew why.

This was the line separating La Push from the rest of the world, where Quileute wolves can't cross. "Jake, how are we going to get out of here?" I ask, stroking his face to calm his worries, although I was worried too. He suddenly stops pacing staring right at the invisible wall, and runs right smack into it. He lets out a tortured howl, but is able to keep going. "I'm sorry," I whisper in his ear. Because of me he had to leave his friends, family, and pack... and also to stay out of jail. No doubt that my dad would. Send Jacob to jail and never let me out of his sight again. Just the standard protocol for my dad.

JACOB'S POV

We've been running for hours. The only reason I kept going was because my wolf wouldn't let me rest until my imprint was safe. I wouldn't either. "Jake, are you tired?" I show no response. I wanted to nod my head yes, but then she'll make me stop. "I know you're tired. You need to rest," she protests. My wolf can't say no to her, even though it needs to protect. I think she realizes how rigid I am. "I'm safe for right now, Jacob. You need to sleep. It's almost light out. I don't care if it's right here on the ground, or in a tree, or in a hotel room, but you need to sleep."

I comply. I slow down and lay on the ground for her to get off. I then go behind a tree, my body, but not my face behind, never letting her out of my sight. I slip on some clothes and shoes, and we go try to find a hotel room. Our story won't be out yet, but soon we'd have to disguise ourselves and hide. And I hate it. Because I wasn't being careful, Bella had to leave her father and friends. All my fault. All of it.

"So do you want to get a hotel room?" I ask, taking the duffle bags from her.

"Whatever's easiest for you, Jake." I sigh. Why does she always leave these decisions for me? I'm fine with whatever she wants. Whatever. Never mind the hotel room. As much as I want to get a room so she can be comfortable, we really need to save our money. The little we both have won't last long.

"Ok, we'll sleep here then. But we have to be up again once night falls," I say, sitting down on the ground.

"I'm fine with that." She sits down. It's only then when she breaks.

BELLA'S POV

All of my bravery leaves my body once I sit down. My carefully balanced emotions suddenly tip, causing a trail way of tears in its wake. I cry into his shoulder until the sun is up behind the trees. What have we just done? He was comforting me, and all I needed to have was him in order to live. I would have him, and always love him forever. But would he get sick and tired of me? Leave me to go back to his friends and family? Doubt was always in my head, no matter how many times he told me he loves me. To be able to have him at all was a gift. But not knowing what's going on in his head make me wonder if he'll ever truly be happy again. I'll never know. But just thinking that he won't be happy... In this lifetime, I will never be happy again either.

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