This is an awfully sad chapter. And something sad just happened a few weeks ago. One of my closest friends, Jillian had to move to Canada (T.T) If you're reading this, I miss you! This is for you!

17. American Teardrops on a British Forest

"Jake!" I screamed when I finally saw the familiar russet wolf. "I'm sorry, okay?"

He put down the tree and walked behind a bush. Probably phasing back by now.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for hurting you . . . for making you feel this way . . . for not taking your feelings into account," I said. I was crying again. I hadn't done this in a little over a month. If I'm turning into a vampire, why the hell am I crying?

"So you admit you cheated," he replied calmly.

"I—wha? I—I can't believe you Jake! You know I'd never do that!" I exclaimed.

"I know a lot of things about you, Renesmee," he said. Why in the world did he just use my full name? "But it seems like Caleb knows more. Care to elaborate?"

He was going way too far. I slapped his face.

"I can't believe you," I said. "Who are you and what have you done to Jake? Where was the man who told me that he would live with that, because it's what I want."

"I didn't realize it had gotten this far," he said. "The whole world fawns over you and that Caleb while everyone else thinks I'm just the noble bodyguard."

"Is that what you want, Jake?" I demanded. "Publicity? The whole world all over you? Not one private second? You think it's all fun and games, do you? You don't realize how hard it is. I thought you loved me for who I am Jake, but it looks like you love my fame more." I turned around and began walking away, wiping my tears. A few seconds later, I heard a loud ripping noise I looked back and saw a huge wolf behind me, his teeth bared and one paw in the air.

A wave of pain and fear rocked through me. Something stung, but it wasn't from the inside. A drop of something red fell from my face and landed on the dirt. I put a hand up to my face. Another wave of shock went through me.

I was bleeding.

"Oh my gosh," Jake whispered. "Nessie . . ."

"Too late," I simply said. The tears mixed with blood. My face stung more, but it didn't matter.

I ran back home.

"What happened to you?" Mom burst as soon as I had opened the door and she saw my face. I couldn't speak, so instead I showed her everything.

Dad was growling in another corner as he read my thoughts. "Carlisle," he called.

Daddy Carlisle and Mommy Esme were immediately around me.

For the next few minutes, only Daddy Carlisle was moving. He was stitching my wounds while the rest of them hovered. Aunt Alice was holding my hand, Uncle Em had one hand on my shoulder, Mommy Esme assisted Daddy Carlisle, Aunt Rosalie was watching the whole procedure and Uncle Jazz was controlling the emotional climate. Mom was with Dad in one corner, preventing him from tracking Jacob down.

"There you go," Daddy Carlisle announced, cutting the thread. The tense figures around me came to life. "We'll take the thread off after an hour and the scars will heal in a couple more."

"Thanks," I replied in barely a whisper. I began giving all of them a hug. I held on to Uncle Em and dad longer; Uncle Em because he's so much like a big teddy bear designed for me; and Dad . . . well, because he's my Dad.

I slept after Daddy Carlisle took off the thread. I didn't dream probably because of too much exhaustion.

I noticed a piece of paper on my bedside table.

Nessie,

I'm awfully sorry for what happened. I didn't have enough control to stop myself.

I was wrong. I can't handle it. I think we need some space if we don't want it to happen again. I'm just too dangerous for you now.

At the time being, please just pretend that I don't exist, as if nothing happened. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew you loathed me.

I love you . . . but even that has its own limits.

Jake

I went back to bed and cried.

So there. We've reached the climax so it means....we're nearing the end *aww* yes, I'm awfully sorry. We've just got a few chapters to go before the second installment comes to an end.