Yes, it's probably one of THOSE chapters where most of you review: "OMG I hate Jacob in this story!" But relax people... We'll find out soon enough what it is Jacob is doing. Maybe it's good... maybe it's not. ;)

I awoke to my dad playing my mom's lullaby on the piano downstairs. I squinted as I tried to focus on the clock. It was just after nine in the morning. The music played on softly and I laid in my bed listening to it. When the lullaby was over he morphed into another song that I never heard before. I decided to get up and go down stairs to listen better.

When I walked into the living room I paused in the entryway. My dad sat on the stool playing, but his eyes were locked on my mom sitting on the piano. She sat at the edge, crossed legged and completely lost in his playing. I was about to leave them alone, but my dad's voice rose slightly above the music.

"No, come, sit." He spoke as softly as he played. His eyes never leaving my mom's face to turn around and look at me. She never looked over his head to watch me cross the room.

I crossed the room and slid on the bench beside my dad. "I didn't mean to bother you. I heard you playing." I mumbled, not wanting to ruin the sound of the music with my voice.

"You're not bothering us. Sorry if I woke you." My dad blinked and looked at me, his fingers never losing rhythm.

"New song?" I asked, watching his fingers dance across the keys. I liked the music and I could learn the song just by watching his fingers.

"Yes, two amazingly beautiful women in my life inspired this one." I looked at him, matching his smile, then glanced up at my mom. She placed her hands on the piano in front of her and leaned down to kiss my dad. I went back to studying his fingers playing.

"Ness," My dad said softly. I looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"It's been a while, play with me." His smile lit up his face as he slid down the bench and played on one side.

"Please?" My mom asked, her own smile gleaming in her eyes.

"Okay," I sighed and took another second to watch his fingers. I placed my fingers identical to his on my side of the piano and started to play.

Like my dad, I got lost in the music whenever I played. Once the song was over my dad leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Beautifully played, Renesmee."

"You didn't do so bad yourself." I smiled at him.

The eruption of applause caused me to jump. I didn't realized my entire family filed in behind us while we were playing.

"Where did you learn to play like that?" Derek chuckled, but I could easily see he was impressed.

"She didn't get it from me." My mom laughed and jumped off the piano, walking around to stand behind my dad and I. She ran her fingers through my hair.

"That's for sure," My Uncle Emmett boomed with laughter. "She could have only gotten that kind of talent from anyone but her mother."

"Enough." My grandmother scolded him.

"I've always loved to play piano. I would listen to my dad play for hours when I was a baby. While we waited for mom to wake up." I said and my mom leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

"She would always reach up and touch my face even though I already knew what she was thinking," My dad told Derek and he reached for my hand. "Her thoughts were filled with wanting to play like me. And so she learned. The size of a toddler and she was repeating everything I played for her."

I couldn't help the flush of embarrassment that rushed to my cheeks. Everyone's eyes were on me.

"Well, no sarcasticness from me. That was amazing." Derek walked up to me and patted my shoulder.

I looked down at my hands and mumbled my thanks. There was really only one person I wish could hear me play. Jacob should have been here by now.

"I'm going to get dressed." I sighed and walked slowly to the stairs. I heard my grandma request her lullaby and my dad started playing again. I heard footsteps behind me, following me up to my room. I was glad my mom noticed something was wrong. It wasn't easy to pull her away from my dad, especially when he was playing the piano.

She shut the bedroom door behind her and I sat on my bed. She followed, her eyes trying to read the expression on my face. She sighed as soon as I looked into her eyes. "How late is he?" She asked, the anger showing in her voice.

I looked down at my hands. "He told me last night he would be here by seven-thirty. Two hours late." I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. She laid her hand over mine and I looked up at her.

"He's probably with the pack. One more hour and I'll go hunt him down." She half growled.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks mom."

"I don't think that'll be a problem. Why sit around and wait for him when you could be hanging out with your favorite brother in the entire world?" Derek said as he walking into the room and sat on the bed with us.

"See, go outside and hang out with Derek." My mom said patting both our legs. "Just don't take him into La Push. That's all we need."

"Why can't I go there?" Derek smirked. "Is it because I might La Push someone?" He fell backwards on my bed laughing.

My mom and I laughed with him, but her smile faded. "I mean it, Derek. La Push is the wolves territory. They might have let the treaty go, but they will not hesitate to protect their land. No going over there at all. You're still young and Edward and I aren't with you if you slip up… and you better not slip up with Renesmee with you."

"Relax, Bella. I'm in control with her around, and no La Push."

"Good," My mom nodded and touched his cheek before getting up and walking towards my door. "Have fun and home before dark."

"What about Jacob?"

"I can handle Jacob. It's summer vacation, graduate. Go have fun." I leaped off my bed and darted across the room, landing in my mom's arms.

"Thanks! We'll be careful." I spoke quickly and threw Derek out of my room so I could get dressed.

Since we were going to be out running all day I skipped over my sundresses and settled for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt instead.

"Come on pretty pretty princess! Let's go!" Derek pounded on my door.

"Coming!" I smiled opening the door before he can bang it with his fist again.

We raced outside waving to our family on the way through the living room. Derek ran at my pace happily. He didn't pick on my slow speed this time. Part of me was happy. I didn't want to ride on his back. I was enjoying the run.

"Follow me!" I yelled and leaped for a low branch and swung myself into the three.

Derek followed and we leaped from tree to tree for a few miles. We reached the cliffs and climbed up them. I stopped to catch my breath. Again, Derek stood patiently as we waited for me to breathe normally.

"Look." He gasped pointing out in front of us. I've seen the view many times when I would hunt up here with my parents. But he was seeing it for the first time.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

"Yeah." We stood in silence for a little while. I let Derek take in the view. I was sure his eyes could see further than me. The wind changed direction and blew a scent I knew well in our direction. I closed my eyes savoring the smell.

"What's that?" Derek hissed. I turned to look at him. His eyes were already black with thirst.

"That is mountain lion." I said nervously, backing away from him. The way we were standing he was down wind from me. I didn't want him to catch my scent instead of the cat's.

"Let's hunt."

"Seriously?" I asked, feeling a little surprised.

"Yeah, I can't ignore the burning in my throat now. It's either I hunt that mountain lion, or you."

I gasped and pressed my back against the rocks. Derek bent over laughing.

"Ness, I'm kidding! Have some faith in me."

"Oh," I sighed, relaxing my body. "Not funny."

"Seriously though, can we hunt?" I saw his hands ball up in fists and knew he was suffering.

"Yeah, lets go." I let him lead this time and I stayed as far behind him as I could. There was two mountain lions walking the cliffs, but I was nervous to go after one. I've never hunted one without my parents or Jacob nearby.

I let Derek take his pick and nervously watched the second mountain lion watching Derek with evil eyes.

"Derek! Watch the other one!" I called out to him and immediately regretted it. The cat turned it's attention on me. Derek never even heard me. "Oh, great." I groaned as the cat stalked towards me. "Sorry, Dad." I mumbled and crouched down breaking his number one rule for me hunting without him; No mountain lions.

I leaped for the cat as he darted towards me. I wrestled it but it was strong. I wasn't used to hunting them anymore. It was hard to stay in control. I felt it's nails scrape down the side of my face and knew I was dead. Not from the cat, but from my father. He would immediately know where the scratch came from.

"Got your back." Derek's voice came from somewhere above the mountain lion. Then with a sudden jolt the cat was still. Derek had leaped onto it's back and snapped it's neck. "There, pig out before I take it for myself."

"Thank you." I looked up at him wide-eyed. I drank cautious of him watching me. When I was done I stood up, wiping my mouth clean. "You're more in control than I thought. How?" I asked him.

He shrugged and leaped off the cliff we were on to the one lower down. I followed waiting for him to answer me. "I had good teachers. Your parents are talented hunters and they taught me a few things. You're scent is so familiar to me now that I can overlook it and concentrate on the scent of my prey."

"But you killed a mountain lion for me and didn't fight to have him for yourself."

"Why would I? It was yours. Sharing was taught in kindergarten, Ness."

I smiled and shrugged. "I never went to kindergarten."

"That explains why you can never share your things. See, I bet if I was having trouble with that mountain lion, I bet you would have killed it for me, but fed off of him before I could."

"Not true!" I yelled, punching his arm.

"It so is."

"My parents taught me better than that."

"They taught me, too." He had a point.

"Shall we get back?" I asked holding out my hand. He took it and nodded.

"Yeah, wouldn't want your precious puppy to be lost without you for too long."

"Stop, Derek." I groaned.

"Sorry." He sighed and led the way home. He kept at my pace once again. We swung from the trees again and I fell to the ground landing on my feet.

"You ok?" Derek asked, dropping to my side.

"He sent them." I hissed."

"Who send what?" He snapped, crouching down in front of me.

"No," I moaned and tugged at his arm that was outstretched in front of me. "It's not bad. It's Jacob. Well his pack. We just crossed a trail that's not even five minutes old. It's not Jacob's, so it's one of the others." I couldn't believe how mad that got me. He could go off and do his own mystery thing, but when I went off he sends a pack of werewolves out to find me.

I took off running and stopped when a black wolf leaped in front of me.

"Go home, Sam!" I growled.

He shook his head.

"Is Jacob connected to you now?"

He stayed focused on Derek, who placed himself between Sam and I.

"Well if he is tell him he better not be at my house when I get there. Do you hear me Jacob?!" I yelled, leaning around Derek so I could see Sam's eyes. I saw the hurt in his eyes which were reflecting what Jacob was feeling. "Don't play the pity card on me! You're the one that never showed up this morning like you promised. And you wait until twilight to try and find me?" I stopped my rant and shook my head. "I'm arguing with myself." I mumbled.

"Derek, take me home please…" I trailed off and looked at Sam. "Just Derek. I don't need you." I snapped.

"You heard her." Derek's warning shown clearly in his voice.

Sam stepped forward and growled at him.

"He's a Cullen, Sam, you can't touch him." I reminded him and pushed Derek forward. To my surprise he let me guide him away from Sam.

When I got into the yard my parents were standing shoulder to shoulder in front of Jacob in his wolf form.

"Derek, go on inside." My dad said, without turning around to look at us.

"No way." Derek snapped, stepping in front of me once again.

"Jacob…" My dad warned him. I could only imagine what was running though his head as he glared past my parents at Derek.

"Listen, flea bag… I think you need to visit your neighborhood vet and have him prescribe you some happy pills. You're always in a crabby mood. You really think I'm going to step aside and give you a clean line to my sister? I know how mad you are, I don't have to read your mind to know what your thinking."

Jacob threw his head back and howled, then leaped over my parents heads. They both reached for his tail but he whipped it around so they couldn't grab it. In the same second I moved so I was in front of Derek. Jacob noticed at the last possible second, but it was still too late, instead of knocking Derek to the ground like he intended on doing, it was me he had pinned. I wasn't injured, but I was even more mad than I was before. As fast as Jacob had me pinned, my dad shoved him off of me and my mom helped me to my feet.

"Now I know you didn't mean that, Jacob, but you better get yourself together before you walk back into this yard and even think of talking to my daughter." My dad snapped and Jacob threw me an apologetic glance and disappeared into the woods. He appeared a few seconds later, jogging over to me.

At the same time he approached me, my parents noticed the scrapes on my face. They both stared at Derek and I.

"I didn't do that… No, please tell me--" Jacob stumbled on his feet, as he stared at my face.

"Jake, you didn't. You didn't hurt me at all." I assured him.

"Then what's that from?" He pointed to my cheek.

"Yeah, Renesmee Carlie, where did you get that distinct little scratch?" My dad narrowed his eyes.

Mountain lion. I put the words in his head.

"Oh, no, you're going to say this one out loud. I think your mother would like to know as well and not in her mind either."

I opened my mouth to tell her, but she was already yelling at me.

"I can't believe you went out hunting mountain lions! Do you know how dangerous that is?! Renesmee how many times to we have to tell you not to hunt them alone. NOT to mention the fact that you went hunting with Derek!"

"It's fine! He helped me. He killed the mountain lion before it could do anymore. Then he let me have it. He's in control. He didn't try coming after me at all."

"That's great, but you still broke the rule." My dad spoke coldly. I looked down at my feet.

"I'm sorry, but we were on the cliffs and the wind changed direction. He already smelt it and thirsted for it. What else were we supposed to do?"

"You have a point, but please, stay away from the cliffs. You know that's where they stay."

I nodded. My dad was right. I should have known better.

"Oh, and Jake," I turned towards him, narrowing my eyes. "Next time don't send your pack out looking for me. I don't know what you're going off doing, but it doesn't mean I have to sit at home and wait for you."

"I know, but I was worried."

"HA!" I laughed loudly. "If you came over when you said you were, I wouldn't have went out today. I would have spent the day with you."

"I over slept. Then I had something to do."

"Whatever," I groaned and walked towards the house. I stopped when I didn't hear him coming after me. Again, the urge to not be mad took over. I sighed and turned around. "Coming?"

"Actually… I have to--"

"Go." I finished for him, rolling my eyes. It was hard to keep the tears hidden.

He looked down at his bare feet. "Yeah, but tomorrow I have nothing to do, so I'll--"

"No," I fought to keep my voice from shaking. "No promises, no time frames. You have time to see me tomorrow, that's great. I'll believe it when I see it. Goodnight, Jake."

"Jacob!" I heard my mom growl.

"Relax, Bells, I'll be here tomorrow."