Ok well the last chapter was craptastically dramatic, and one reviewer told me if I did every chapter like that then I'd have a soap opera ^ ^ haha which is true! And that was not even the climax, I'm TRYING to slow down enough to make it not come in this chapter but me being so impatient I might just say "eh, what the hell" and put this one as the climax… but I hope I have the patience to drag it out the next chapter. If it doesn't come in this one it will be the next.

I didn't get blissful sleep as I hoped.

I stared at the boring ceiling with the uncontrollable tears streaming down my cheeks and soaking the sorry excuse for a pillow. I watched through the window the moon slowly move to different sides of the sky.

Mom eventually got up and left from her post outside my bedroom door.

But not after she'd pretty much lost her voice from sobbing and pleading with me from the other side.

Each broken sob that she made cut me, these sounds were more pained than I'd ever heard her make. Worse than when Dad was hitting her. Or kicking her.

I groaned and rolled out of bed and walked to my mirror to apply my make-up.

I was about half-way through applying my cover up when I realized, it was Saturday. Ugh.

Usually I would be happy for it to be Saturday, but with Mom probably waiting to ambush me from my er… "episode" last night. I contemplated just staying in my room for the rest of the day; then I realized it was all useless.

Mom (or Dad) would get to me eventually; she'd make smoke stacks outside my window, use an airplane to write a message in the sky.

I unwillingly went to my door and turned the knob carefully, hoping it wouldn't make sound. But of course, fate hated me right now and the wood creaked and squeaked so loud, it echoed through the house.

I stepped out the door, while looking repeatedly around the barren hallway.

Nothing.

No waiting Mom. No pissed off Dad.

Weird.

I walked into the kitchen, expecting Mom to be there sitting at the table, but when I turned the corner, the table was empty.

I spotted a foil covered plate on the counter with a note on it.

Lizzy,

I waited for you outside your room but I figured you fell asleep so I let you rest. I made some pancakes for you. Chocolate chip ones.

I love you,

Mom.

I sighed, scrunched up the note and tossed it into the trash can.

I took the plate over to the table and absently chewed on the chocolaty goodness. Mmm! These were delicious! Shame washed over me as I realized how hard she must have worked on these.

I dug the note out of the trash and stuffed it into my pocket.

I walked out of the room and walked into mine to plug in my MP3 player. As I walked into the room I looked out of the window I saw my footprints from the night before.

Even more shame washed over me; the only reason I said those horrible things to him is because I wanted my chance to hurt Dad. I wanted to be the one to inflict the pain not receive it; was that so bad?

I sighed a chuckle as I realized how completely demented I sounded.

Well I suppose it was all in vain, because I never did get that chance at him. I wanted to apologize to Edward but I had no idea where to find him, and I doubted he wanted to see me.

Then I realized I'd hadn't seen Dad since he tried to choke me; Mom said he was working late. He never works late… How come he wasn't here this morning, since its Saturday, he should have been able to fit a quick beating in the morning.

After what I heard wouldn't he be chomping at the bit to get to me? What could be so important at work that would hold him back from me?

Before I could think more of it, the sleepless night suddenly caught up with me and I plopped down on the mattress and finally let blissful sleep wash over me.

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(AN- AW what the hell I'll just go right to climax, as you can see from the boringness of the previous part of the chapter I have nothing good planned until the big climax so here you go. I would like to formally apologize to all of you, this story will now be cut way too short because I don't have the patience to make it one of those awesome 20 chapter long fanfictions. I just don't have that kind of patience, I don't like writing boring chapters, the plot hasn't changed but I just don't like having filler chapters, I mean who likes those?)

I woke up with a gasp.

I remembered the dream I had just left.

I was walking in the forest of Forks. Not La Push. That was weird, since when do I take the time to walk somewhere other than La Push?

Realizing this I turned on my heels in the direction of home, though it was home everything around me was screaming to turn away and run.

I didn't understand these signals; I mean its home why wouldn't I go there?

As I walked closer I started to feel… different…

Then a giant russet wolf stood about 10 yards away from me; why didn't I run? I had a feeling in my gut that as long as I didn't get closer… it wouldn't hurt me. Not that it had a conscious, but that it couldn't hurt me over here.

Then a visible barrier was between us, and I saw a line in the ground that stretched as far as my eyes could see.

He lunged.

I cringed and waited for the ripping and snarling; when I looked after a few seconds I saw he was trying to push the barrier away. But he couldn't.

I didn't know it was a dream which made it all the scarier, but the wolf rung some kind of faint bell in my head.

The way he snarls so hatefully as if he is screaming profanities… the way he looks way too big to be a normal wolf… the familiar hate in his black eyes…

I wasn't alone anymore. I looked to my sides to see 8 unfamiliar people.

One was a small, black haired girl. She snarled at the wolf. The one next to her was tall and had blonde hair, he was holding her back.

There was a tall brawny man standing next to a beautiful blonde woman, then there was a blonde man with a caramel colored haired woman next to him.

There were two more but I couldn't see their faces.

Everyone's stance suddenly came to my mind; they looked like they were… defending me. Why would they waste their time defending me? I've never met them, I'm nothing to them.

Then I saw their fangs when the brawny man growled menacingly. They were vampires…

The wolf wasn't alone either, other wolves joined him to outnumber the vampires.

The other two vampires were now perfectly clear, Edward, in all his vampireness.

And an unfamiliar woman… though she looked familiar too. Her hair was so familiar to me; her body shape was so known. Who was she?

She suddenly leapt forward and took a protective stance right in front of me, unlike the others who were only at my sides.

I looked at her closely and slowly her looks changed. Changed to look like my mother.

She leaned down to my level and spoke in my Mother's voice.

"Who am I?"

With that last line, the barrier broke down, and the russet wolf pounced on her back with a flash of lighting.

I was still trying to regulate my breathing, even after five minutes.

I looked outside my window to see the sun setting behind the clouds; ugh I slept the day away! I'm such a waste, oh well might as well get it over with.

I got up and walked to my father and mother's room and knocked on the door, I was due for a beating. I didn't want to wait for him to come to me; I figured I'd get it out of the way.

No answer.

I knocked again, louder this time.

Nothing.

Hm. Why would Dad still be out?

I walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Mom to apologize. I walked in there with my mouth open and ready to speak when I saw, nobody was in there.

If Mom and Dad weren't here this morning… where were they? I looked in every room and every closet, and still found no one. I was starting to worry a bit; although it was completely inconceivable to worry about Dad, I worried for Mom. Was something wrong? Why wasn't she here?

I looked out of the kitchen window. Sigh. I really should try to find Edward, but where would he be?

Maybe he's in the meadow?

No. He would have moved by now, I knew he was shocked but he wasn't retarded. He would have gone somewhere else.

Mom's old house?

No. It would have too many "investigators" for that place to do him much good.

I opened the top of my shirt and fanned it; I wiped sweat off my forehead. Man is it hot or what?! I never wanted an air conditioner so much in my life! I mean it was September, still acceptable for summer, but come on this was the Olympic Peninsula we were talking about!

Then I realized I was sweating so much is because I was panicking about 1) Where Mom and Dad were 2)Where Edward was 3) Grandpa's brutal death.

I felt that my eyes would glow read whenever a thought of Dad would cross my mind. Hate. I still hate him.

Surprise surprise! A small voice in the back of my head snipped.

Oh please, you only hate him because you can't do anything about him beating you and Mom up! If you were as strong as you thought you were, how come you and Mom still cower?

I shook my head, trying to dispel the voice which was telling me things I didn't want to believe. But also things I knew were true.

"I am strong!" I yelled mentally at the voice. I knew if anyone knew of this internal battle they would fill out papers to send me to an insane asylum with all the schizophrenic psycho people and people that speak to objects and which those objects speak back.

Stop kidding yourself! Dad is right! You're bratty and sarcastic!

I knew that part might be plausible but I'm not worthless like he says!

Are you right? Then fight! Take action! Act!

"I did last night! And look where it got me!" I screeched inside my head.

I don't mean that kind of fighting! I mean fight the abuse run away!

"B-but I can't DO that! What about Mom?!"

She chose her future; she wants you to wait until college because she doesn't want to risk escaping any other way!

"Exactly! What's wrong with that?!"

She is too afraid to leave any earlier, the reason she says she can't leave is because she doesn't have college as an alternative.

"B-but- is that bad? I mean waiting for college would be the safest way!"

You might be right, but what if you don't live to see 18? What if MOM doesn't live to see you at 18? Do you really want to risk that for another 5 years? If you don't she will more than likely be killed by him! 1 person is already dead… the death toll will only increase if you don't do something!

"STOP!" I needed to get some fresh air; the room was starting to spin. I roughly jerked the back door open and turned the corner of the house, the side of the house with no windows or doors.

I started pacing back and forth, it was hard to see, the moon didn't provide much light.

I started thinking about my dream again. If vampires existed then what about… werewolves?

Could they exist? I thought back to the conversation Mom and Dad had,

"Look, I didn't tell her about what the Cullens really were or the werewolf treaty! The secret is safe! Ok?!"

What the Cullens were… vampires. I knew that but the werewolf treaty?

My dream came back to me.

The vampires and werewolves were very much at each other's throats, that much was obvious. But the treaty… the line… the barrier… the wolf couldn't cross it. Was that the treaty? That they couldn't go on each other's land?

The familiarity of the wolf, how he related to my Dad… ok so let me just, "entertain" the idea that Dad is an… animal. Ok so if Dad was an animal then that would explain why he didn't follow me to that night.

Because if I was with Edward, then I must have been on "their" land. And that's also why I felt safer on that land in my dream; because he couldn't get me if I was on their land…

But Dad's been to Forks plenty of times… but then again he didn't follow me when I ran.

My mind must have been very sharp tonight because I was finally coming up with rational solutions (or completely irrational depending at how you looked at it).

I started to think, well maybe the reason he didn't follow me is because he could sense Edward around (though I don't see how) and the treaty didn't matter when the Cullens were gone… But when Edward came he stayed off pretending to follow the treaty. Scum. If he makes a treaty he should stick to it.

Vampires and werewolves… I have the weirdest life.

Well IF Dad really is a w-werewolf then where was he?

One minute I pacing hastily by myself; the next I was staring into the eyes of a giant wolf. A giant wolf I'd identified as my father.

OOOOHHHH CLIFFY! I know I always say I hate when other authors make cliffys but I couldn't resist! So technically THAT wasn't the climax. The internal battle with herself and the whole epiphany before Jacob came actually just came to me when I was writing so the REAL climax with be next chapter!