Renesmee puts a warm hand on my neck. A picture of the Cullens house appears in my mind.

When are we going back? She wanted to know.

"Soon." I say to her. I shift Renesmee to my other arm so I can check my phone for a missed call or even a text from Rosalie. Nothing. She was supposed to let me know when I could come back.

When Bella was ready.

But it's been six hours! Six! What's the hold up? But I guess I should be happy to have my Renesmee to myself. I hate having to put her in those bloodsuckers arms.

Ugh. Just the thought made me cringe.

Nessie put her small hand on my neck again. A picture of Bella's face, covered in sweat and grime, showed in my head.

Where's mommy? She asked.

"I don't know where she is." I answered honestly. The couple on the bench next to me, turned to look. I realized, to them, I probably looked as if I were talking to myself.

Oh well. I don't care what they think anyway. As long as my Renesmee was happy.

"Are you sure you don't want to go on the swings Nessie?" She sighed. A mature and musical sound coming from an only 6 hour old child.

She put her hand on my neck again. She showed me a picture of her on the swings and me pushing her, as she had seen before. I grinned and bounded through the soggy molch to get to the rusty swing set.

I put her small body carefully in the baby swing, buckled her in, and pushed her very gently, her swing only lifting about a foot in the air. She laughed with glee. I stopped swinging.

Did she just..laugh?

I grinned widely. Staring at the small girl in wonder.

Than, my phone rang.

Rosalie.

"He-lo" I said into the small device.

"Jacob?" Her voice was laced with pain. I've never heard her like this.

"What's wrong?" I said sharply.

"You need to come. Now."

"Whats happened?" But I was speaking to a dial tone. What had happened? I could only think the worst. The one thing that would make Rosalie feel pain.

I felt something being ripped out of me. I could hear my mind screaming. Screaming with pain. With Agony.

With the loss of the girl I loved.

I wanted to scream right along with it. I wanted to claw at my face. I wanted to run, and I wanted to stay at the same time. But I knew I had to keep it together. For Renesmee's sake.

And then, the memory came back to me. The memory of Edward. The burning man. I knew what he would excpect of me. And I knew I wouldn't be able to do it.

I couldn't kill him.

Mostly because he was Renesmees' father, and it would cause her pain if I did it. But a small part of my mind whispered to me.

A small part of me knew, I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to feel horrible.

I wanted him to feel the pain.

Renesmee wimpered, bringing me back to reality.

She reached for me and I leaned down so she could touch my cheek. She showed me the way I had looked a moment before. I shuddered.

I looked like the time Edward had asked me to kill him.

I looked like the burning man.

She gently patted me and showed me again, agitated that I didn't answer her.

"I'll tell you later, Nessie." She smiled and showed the house again, and than Bella's face. The picture brought tears to my eyes but I managed to hold them back. I faked a smile.

"Yes, it's time to go home." I said, avoiding her question about Bella. She smiled. I swiftly pulled her out of the swing and gently kissed her forehead.

You're going to have to tell her soon you know my self-conscious whispered to me.

Yeah, I know.