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2. Bad, Nessie. Very bad.

"Outside. Now," Jasper demanded coolly.

"Okay, but can I… go to the bathroom first?"

"You've got two minutes. Go."

I asked the bartender for a pen before ducking into the bathroom. I opened up one of the stall, ripped off a few squares of toilet paper and scribbled my phone number on it. I looked at myself in the mirror: my mascara was runny, my hair was a disaster and my eyes were glazed over.

Yup, I looked trashed.

I walked back carefully to my uncles and Blake, trying in vain not to trip over my own feet. I stopped drinking over an hour ago, how was it possible I was even drunker now than I was before? I folded the toilet paper into a small square behind my back. Blake was standing off to the side of Jasper and Emmett; head down, eyes focused on his feet.

"Ready?" Jasper asked.

"In a sec." I turned to Blake. "It was very nice to meet you, Blake." I held out my hand for a shake, the square with my number hidden in my palm. He took it with a knowing smile on his face.

"And it was very nice to meet you, Nessie. I hope to see you again sometime."

"Alright, tiger. That's enough. We need to go," Emmett grabbed me by the crook of my elbow and dragged me outside the bar.

"Look at you. You can barely walk!" he shouted.

"How did you guys even find me?" I asked, my speech horribly slurred.

"When we lost your scent at the tree line behind the house, Rose called Alice. She and Jasper came home and had the GPS in your phone activated."

"Ohhhh… high tech. That's like secret spy shit. I like it," I laughed, teetering side to side.

"Nessie, you're a mess. Let's get you home. Rose is worried sick."

"She can't get sick," I leaned in close to Emmett's ear, cupping my hand in between my mouth and his ear, and whispered, "she's a… vampire, remember?"

"Oh, Jesus. Jasper let's get out of here."

Emmett and Jasper each draped an arm around their shoulders. "Wait, wait! Jazzy you have to get Jakey's bike. I rode it here. He's gonna be sooooo pissed if I don't bring it back!"

"Where'd you leave it?" he asked.

"Umm… I don't remember," I started giggling again. "Why don't we just keep walking and maybe it'll just… pop up or something? It's in some bushes somewhere. Oh, and my packback… I mean my backpack. That's there, too."

"Emmett, why don't you get her home, I'll look for the bike," he dropped my arm from his shoulder and place it around Emmett's neck. Emmett scooped me up easily in his arms.

"Just like when you were a baby, huh, Ness?"

"Shut up. I'm not a baby!" My head felt heavy, and I dropped it back to relieve some of the pressure on my neck. From my upside down view, I watched Jasper storm off towards shady part of town. "Thanks, Jazzy! I looove you!"

"Oh, Jesus, Ness. You smell like you bathed in alcohol. And…" he sniffed my hair, "were you… smoking?"

"Just one little cigarette. I promise. Cross my heart." I tucked my head under Emmett's chin and closed my eyes. I was starting to get a splitting headache and the alcohol sloshing around in my stomach was making me queasy. I could tell we were running now by the sound of the wind whooshing around us. "Em?"

"Yes, Nessie?"

"Are you mad at me?" Tears were brimming in my eyes but I tried in vain to not let them spill over.

"No, I'm not mad at you."

"Why not?" I asked, shocked.

"Don't tell Rose this because she will kill me but… in a way, it's kinda funny. Not funny; maybe that's not the right word. I just… I understand why you snuck out. Cooped up there in the house by yourself all the time; no friends outside of your family; Jacob leaving. I get it. You're pissed off and you needed to blow off some steam." I lifted my head and realized we had stopped running. "You still with me?"

"Uh huh. I'm listening."

"I'm not saying what you did was okay. It wasn't. Rose is freaking out. You know Rose and I love you like you were our own, don't you?"

"I know. I love you, too. Now, could you put me down for a minute so I can throw up?" My stomach was churning and I felt like I was going to vomit.

"You're parents are going to be plenty pissed. You know that, right?"

"Ugh," I groaned in between heaves. "Don't remind me."

"When we get to the house, pretend you're asleep. I'll deal with Rose and Alice and see if I can hold them off on calling your parents until the morning." He patted my back gently as I was bent over on my hands and knees and pulled my hair out of my face.

"Thanks, Em. This is why you're my favorite."

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"Good morning, Sunshine!" Alice's too cheery voice rang in my ears like an alarm bell. She pulled back the heavy drapes, letting in the too bright sunshine. I had a vicious headache and a massive hangover.

"Noooo! Sleep! Humans need to sleep!"

"Get up, Nessie. Rose is waiting downstairs," her voice was stern now.

"Ten more minutes, please?" I begged.

"Up. Now," she pulled the comforter off my body. I sat up, hugged my knees to my chest and rested my pounding head on my kneecaps.

"I'll be down in a minute. I need to brush my teeth. It tastes like I ate shit."

"Language, young lady! We'll be downstairs when you're ready."

She left my room and I crashed back down onto my bed, burying my head under my pillow. "Renesmee! Don't even think about going back to sleep!" Alice yelled from downstairs.

I trudged into the bathroom, half-asleep, dragging my bathrobe on the ground behind me. I was dizzy and my stomach hurt like hell. I wiped off the as much of the caked-on make-up as I could, brushed my teeth for a minute longer than usual, and then jumped in the shower to wash off the musky, cigarette and alcohol smell. The hot water felt good as it loosened my stiff, aching limbs.

Alice and Rosalie were seated on the barstools in the kitchen while Jasper and Emmett were in the living room watching TV.

"Morning," I greeted my aunts sheepishly.

"Good morning, Renesmee," Renesmee… Rosalie hardly ever called me by my given name unless I was in trouble. She did not look happy. "Interesting evening?"

"You could say that. So… let's hear it."

"First, drink this," she handed me a glass of water. "I looked online. They say the best thing for a hangover is plenty of fluids. I know you don't like it but please, drink it anyway."

"Fine," I gulped down the cold water. It hit my empty stomach and I felt full after three swallows. "Did you call my parents?"

"You know we had to, sweetie," Alice replied. "Either we tell them or your father finds out his way."

"It's better this way, Nessie," Rosalie added.

"Yeah. I get it. You had to tell on me… do the right thing"

"Nessie…" Rosalie walked toward me.

"It's alright," I raised a hand to stop her from coming any closer. "So what did they say?"

"Call Charlie's house. They're expecting your call."

"Fun. Can I get some privacy please?"

"Sure. Please don't be upset with us," Rosalie said, catching me off guard.

"Why would I be upset with you guys? I was the one who snuck out, right?" I leaned back against the kitchen wall. "I'm sorry, I don't feel good and I'm in trouble so I'm just a bit moody. I'm sorry."

"We'll be in the living room with the boys," Alice kissed my cheek before walking out of the kitchen. Why she was being so nice to meet after the events of last night, I'd never know. I guess that was love.

I picked up the phone and dialed Grandpa Charlie's number. Dad picked up after two short rings as if he were standing right by the phone.

"Dad."

"Hello, Nessie."

"So, how much trouble am I in?"

"Nessie, your mother and I are very disappointed. Unfortunately, we will not be home for another two days so until then…"

"What are you going to do? Ground me?"

"Actually, yes. Consider yourself under house arrest. I have instructed Rosalie and Alice to take away your phone, laptop and to disconnect the cable in your room."

"Daaaad! What the hell am I supposed to do without my things? I'm gonna die of boredom!"

"Renesmee, watch that mouth of yours! Clean your room, do your laundry, read, help Alice reorganize her closet…"

"Dad! This is so unfair!"

"Your actions last night demand strict consequences. I don't know what got into you but you will do as your aunts say. We'll see you in two days. Your mother sends her love."

I hung up the phone before he could say goodbye. I was pissed. My anger was starting to boil over and I wanted to smash something. No Internet. No TV. My only connections to the outside world.

This was going to be my personal hell.

Over the next six hours, I had alphabetized my books, movies and CDs. I helped Alice clean out and reorganize her closet much to my dismay. I did eight loads of laundry, vacuumed and dusted my room and my parents' room. There was nothing left to do.

I was starting to feel better. My headache was almost gone and my stomach had settled. But now I was thirsty.

"Rosie?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"I know I'm not supposed to go out but can I go hunting? I didn't get to go last night and I am really thirsty."

"You can go but Jasper and Emmett are going with you."

"Do you mind, Em?" He turned his attention away from the TV.

"No, not at all. I could use a good hunt myself. Jasper?"

"Sure. Let me change," Jasper was up the staircase in a flash. He was fast, but not as fast as my father.

****

There was a light breeze flowing through the eerily quiet woods today. I inhaled the crisp, moist air. It felt good in my lungs in comparison to the harsh smoke of the cigarette from last night.

I closed my eyes, focusing my ears on the sounds of hoof and heartbeats. Jasper caught their scent first.

"There's a herd of deer by the river," he said in his southern drawl. "Go on ahead. I've got my eye on you."

I winked at him and took off running. The steps were muffled save for the occasional crunch of hard snow under my boots. Their heartbeats were louder now, and I could almost hear the blood surging through their veins. I spotted them in the distance and hid behind a gathering of trees as any predator would when stalking their prey. I crouched into my attack position and bared my teeth—ready to pounce. A twig snapped beneath the weight of my hands and the herd took off in different directions. I had my eye on the largest stag. I had no difficulty catching up and I hurtled myself forward, trapping the stag underneath me.

I sank my teeth into the jugular of the downed animal and drained it of all its life source in less than two minutes. When I was finished, I dragged the carcass behind some trees and buried it the best I could. I wiped my sweater sleeve across my blood-stained lips and headed east towards my uncles.

I found Jasper's scent easily. I saw him in the distance and held my position so I wouldn't interrupt his attack. He was crouched on all fours, his face was blank—eyes focused on his target. After a few seconds, he threw himself forward, tackling a defenseless wolf into the soft forest floor. His movements were quick—precise—Jasper plunged his teeth into wolf's neck, draining it quicker than I ever could—he dropped its limp body on top of the two other wolves he had finished off. I gave him a moment to collect himself before approaching him.

I hated when they went after wolves. It always made me think of Jacob.

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"If I said I have learned my lesson and promise to never do anything like last night ever again, can I watch TV just for 20 minutes?" I cuddled up to Rosalie's side.

"No," she said firmly.

"Pleeeease?" I batted my eyes and pouted my lips.

"Stop that. You know I can't resist when you do that, Nessie. It's not fair. No means no. Edward would kill me if I gave in."

"Fine." I crossed my arms in front of my chest like a little kid who was refused a new toy. "I'll be in my room."

"Get some sleep. You've gotta be up early in the morning to help Jasper and Emmett repaint the inside of the house."

"What? Why?"

"To keep you busy—Esme thinks eggshell would brighten this place up."

I groaned inwardly and stomped up the staircase to my room, slamming my door shut behind me. I belly-flopped onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow and screamed. They were being so unfair.

I rolled off my bed and grabbed my iPod off of my now-neatly organized computer desk. "At least they didn't take you," I said to the pink device. "Great… now I'm talking to my iPod. Thanks, Dad." I laid back down onto my bed and popped one of the buds into my ear and closed my eyes. It was still fairly early—11:00—too early for me to fall asleep.

It didn't help that every song that was shuffled randomly reminded me of Jacob. I missed him terribly. We had never been separated for more than a day and it already felt like he had been gone for weeks. I had over 10,000 songs on my iPod. Jacob's favorite song started playing. "Fuck, you gotta be kidding me!" I tossed my iPod towards the corner of my room. "Of all the fucking songs…"

I wrapped myself up in my blanket, trying desperately to fall asleep. From inside my cocoon, I heard a tapping on my window. "What the hell?" I got up and walked over to the window—someone was throwing rocks. I opened it and peered into the darkness of my backyard.

"Nessie! Yo, Nessie!" Blake's voice called up to my bedroom.

"Rocks? Really? Isn't that totally cliché?" I looked back at my bedroom door; Rose hadn't torn it down yet so I still had time. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you find my house?"

"It wasn't hard," Clementine shouted.

"Not so loud! My sisters and brothers will hear you!" I shouted. "I'm in deep shit as it is!"

"Come outside! Please?" Blake begged. I could have easily jumped down from my second story window but that would seem a little suspicious. No matter how pissed off I was at my family, I would never do anything to betray my family—I would never expose what we were to the outside world. Ever.

"Nessie?" I jumped at the sound of Rosalie's voice. Her cold hand was on my shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She poked her head out through the window. "Care to tell me why there are three humans in our backyard?"

"I don't know, Rosie. They just showed up."

"Take care of this now, Nessie. Tell them to get home or I will." She nodded towards my door. "Don't forget your jacket, dear. It's cold outside."

I ran downstairs past Emmett, Alice and Jasper who all glared at me with disapproving eyes. "I'm taking care of it, geez!" I met Blake and Clementine—whose hair was now a very bright blue—at the tree line. "Nice color on you."

"Thanks, I got bored of the pink," she replied, smiling.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" I asked the more pertinent question.

"You weren't returning any of my messages or texts so we decided to come bust you out," Blake said as he grabbed my hand, pulling me into him.

"Yeah, I got my stuff taken away this morning. I got in so much trouble because of last night."

"That's what we figured."

"How did you find my house? And how did you know which room was mine?"

"My dad's a cop. It wasn't hard to find the Chief of Medicine's mansion in this small town. And we guessed on the room. Lucky us."

"Is Chuck here with you?" I asked. Rosalie said there were three humans—I only saw the two from my window.

"Yeah, he's waiting in the car. Why? Do you want to see him?" Blake spat, obviously a little jealous of my inquiry of the whereabouts of his friend.

"No, just wondering. I figured he'd be with you."

"Come with us," Clementine said.

"Where?" I asked, curious.

"Anywhere. Let's just get out of here," Blake added.

"I can't, guys. I'm already in a lot of trouble."

"Well, if you're already in trouble, you might as well come with us," Clementine argued. I smiled; she had a point. I was already in trouble, how much worse could the punishment get?

"I dunno…" I said, looking at the house behind me. "My sisters and brothers are going to be super pissed."

"Come on, Nessie. There's a bad girl in you. I saw bits of her last night," Blake whispered into my ear.

"Yeah, come on, Ness. Let's get out of here," Clementine pleaded.

"Hey, guys! What the fuck? I've been waiting forever and the cruiser is low on gas!" Chuck stumbled out from the darkness.

"Holy shit! You stole your dad's cruiser?" These guys were definitely bad news. I didn't care—they brought excitement and much needed fun to my dull and dreary life.

"Not stole. Borrowed," Chuck corrected me.

"Daddy has a bit of a drinking problem. He likes to toss a couple back after a long day protecting this shithole town. He's passed out on the couch as we speak," Clementine said matter-of-factly. "We'll have it back by the morning."

"Nessie?" Rosalie musical voice met my ears.

"Oh, crap," I muttered. "Yes, Rose?"

She walked to my side, examining my three unwanted visitors. Chuck and Blake stared at her, mouths agape, like morons. "It's time to come inside now."

My temper was starting to rise again. I wanted to stay with my new friends. "No."

"What?" she asked, shocked.

"No, I think I won't be coming inside with you. I'm going to hang out with my friends."

"Nessie. Inside. Now."

"No, Rose. You can't tell me what to do," I swallowed hard before getting the next part out. "You're not… my mother." I knew it struck a nerve. Rosalie treated me and loved me like her own daughter.

"I… I know that," Her eyes fluttered rapidly as if to cry though, it was impossible for her to do so. Her full lips curved downward into the most heartbreaking frown I had ever seen.

"Do you… sis?" My mouth just kept going.

"Yes," she replied solemnly.

"Go back inside, Rose. I'll be home in a while," I turned on my heels, not looking back. I didn't think I'd be able to leave if I looked at her sad face one more time. My stomach sank; I felt horrible for what I had just done to my beloved aunt. "Let's go. Now," I demanded.

I heard the rustling of bushes and light steps crunching the leaves beneath it. I recognized Emmett's scent. They were talking just loud enough for non-humans to hear.

"Rose, do you want me to get her?" he asked.

Rosalie didn't say a word for at least a minute. I slowed my pace to the car so I could hear the rest of their conversation.

"No. Let her go. She's right. I'm not her mother. I can't control her. We'll let her parents deal with this."

I couldn't bear it any longer and took off running towards the car. I jumped into the backseat, slamming the door shut with a heavy heart.

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