A/N: So, the most commonly asked question after last question was to be expected. After all, I did end the chapter with Bella getting comforted by Jasper. So to all of you who asked if this story is turning into a Bella/Jasper story… I can't really give you that answer besides to say that only time will reveal the answer. I promise that by Chapter 31, you will have your answer. In the meantime, please be a little patient and keep reading.

And before you get to the end, let me just say now that there is a little bit of a cliffhanger at the end of the chapter. Please don't kill me, I'm begging here. Now, with that being said, I think it's time to get on with it.

EPOV

I awoke in the morning after a night filled with visions of Bella. I know I had asked her to promise me to live her life. I know that I expected her to eventually date someone else, but seeing her in my dreams kissing another man made me green with envy. I became an obsessive, jealous freak who practically terrorized her life when I would visit her in Washington. In the dream she had told me what I had known all along: that I didn't deserve her.

The sunshine coming through the window surprised me for two reasons. One, I've lived in Forks, Washington my entire life. The sun hardly shines for more than a minute or two, and it never shines first thing in the morning. Two, dad had said last night that he wanted to get on the road before sunrise, or at least by 6:30. Maybe when he said "sunrise" yesterday, he wasn't used to the sun actually clearing the horizon until about 10.

I sat up and noticed that I was the last to wake. Everyone else was eating a the small table that was in the room. There was toast, bagels, and muffins scattered across the small island separating the beds from the living/kitchen area of the room. I got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom to take a shower. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, but I muttered a good morning to my mother and sister. I was getting to the point where I didn't want to speak to my father. He was the reason we were moving, the reason why I was no long with Bella.

I turned on the hot water and stepped into the spray. I let the hot water attempt to relax my muscles. I closed my eyes and envisioned my Bella. Instantly, thoughts from our last afternoon together flooded my mind. My body reacted almost instantly, and I had to seriously consider changing the water to an icy stream. Instead I kept my eyes closed and reached down to stroke myself. I remembered the way Bella's body moved with my own, the sounds that escaped her lips, the love and lust that shown her eyes. Within minutes I was releasing down the drain, not even close to being as satisfied as two days ago.

Two days. That's all it had been, and yet, this move made it seem like it had been forever since I had held Bella in my arms. I finished my shower and got dressed. I left the bathroom after attempting to comb through my hair, but like always, it refused to sit properly on my head, and I was left looking like a wet, shaggy dog. I sat between my mother and sister as they quietly chatted about our new home. Alice was given permission to design her own bedroom and could buy anything she wanted for her room within reason, of course.

It seemed like breakfast only took a few more minutes. Then we were rushing around and packing up the car again. It was still early and I noticed that the clock said it was barely past eight. Dad pulled the car back onto a road. I noticed that there were a lot of trucks at this exit, and made that comment aloud.

"Edward, I just stopped where we had gotten to on the road. Why are you being difficult?" my father asked.

"Why am I being difficult?!" I asked incredulously. "Gee, let me see. Maybe it's because instead of spending my junior and senior years away from my friends. Maybe it's because this move is keeping me away from the one woman on this planet that I want to be with until my dying day. Maybe it's because you didn't consider anyone else's thoughts or feelings when you made the decision for us to move thousands of miles away from our home. Gee, now why would I have the right to be difficult. And just for your information, I wasn't being difficult, I was just stating facts."

I glared out my window. My father was breathing heavily and I could tell I was probably about to get yelled at. I looked back up at my father as he drove and realized that he had tears running down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Edward. But this move it for the best for this family."

Just as I was about to say something, I noticed a streak of light and the squeal of tires. I looked through the windshield in time to see a Mack truck baring down on us. Just before impact I heard my mother say something about loving all of us.

The sound of bending metal and Alice's screams were the last things I heard before my entire world went black.

A/N: Please don't hate me just yet. Review and let me know your thoughts. Have a great weekend all.