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Chapter 8: Preparations

Renesmee's POV

I packed my few belongings-a black sweatshirt, jeans, black converse, two black t-shirts, and a beat-up copy of Wuthering Heights. I had saved up all of the coins I found on the floor and inbetween couch cushions in a jar since I was little. I counted out exactly 34 Euro. Not enough to get half-way across the world. Just then, Alec walked in.

"Going somewhere?"

"Back to Forks. I can't stay here,"

"I'm going too!"

"Alec-"

"I'm going,"

"Okay," Alec kissed me on the cheek then said," I'm gonna go pack"

Alec's POV

Renesmee and I managed to sneak out to a phone booth. She had to make a call to her family. From what I could here through the glass, the conversation went like this:

"Hello?"

"Is this Bella?"

"No, this is Alice,"

"Alice, this is Renesmee,"

Silence on the other end.

"I need two tickets to Forks. Fast,"

"Okay, in about 14 hours, I'll be at the Galileo Galilei Airport in about 16 hours, if the weather's good. I'll have the tickets with me. For now, stay safe,"

"Thanks. And tell Bella I called,"

Then she hung up.