I called that one! Again, so many I hate Jacob reviews! lol as for this chapter... some of you might still hate him and others might start thinking differently. I don't know. Nonetheless, I hope all of you enjoy the chapter!

There was a light tapping on my bedroom door and I sat up on my bed, starring at my closed door. I grinned widely and flung myself off the bed. I hesitated with my hand on the doorknob. Jacob's scent wasn't coming from the other side of the door. It was Derek.

"Go away," I mumbled. Then sulked back to my bed. I threw myself down face first, the hot tears streamed angrily down my face.

"What if I don't want to?" Derek's voice was right next to be. The bed shifted slightly as he sat down by my head.

I looked up at him, sniffing.

"You know, I could really hurt him for hurting you like this." He spoke softly, swiping his fingers lightly under my eyes to wipe away the tears.

"What do you think he's doing? I mean," I paused as I played with a loose string on my comforter. "You don't think he's seeing someone else do you?" I sat up starring at Derek wide-eyed. What if we all only thought he imprinted on me? It could happed. He thought he imprinted on my mom, but he really didn't. What if he found another girl he actually imprinted on? That would explain why he hasn't asked me over to Billy's for dinner, or why he's always too busy to see me. "No." I whispered. New tears streamed down my face. This time they weren't angry tears. I was suddenly in more pain than I have ever been. My heart felt like someone set it on fire. I gripped at my shirt over my heart, trying to make the pain go away. I lost control of my breathing, it was impossible to catch my breath. Soon I found myself fighting to actually breath. It felt like something was choking me, cutting off my air supply.

"Bella! Edward! Carlisle! SOMEONE!" I could hear Derek screaming, but to me, his voice sounded like he was whispering from far away.

"What happened?" I heard my dad ask Derek frantically. Cool hands were on my arms and moved to my face. More cool hands wrapped around my waist, and I was being pulled back against my mom's chest. It was her cradling me. Once my back was pressed against her back, her left hand came up and laid flat against my chest. I was now aware of how fast it was rising and falling as I desperately tried to catch my breath.

"Renesmee, look at me. Honey, look at me." I heard my dad talking to me, but I couldn't find his face. His hands cupped my face and I could focus on him. "Ok, good girl." He sighed and kept my eyes locked with his.

Someone's hand slipped under my dad's arm and their fingers pressed against the pulse on my neck. "It's high, too high for her. She's panicking, She's having a panic attack." It was my grandfathers voice.

"She's a vampire, how can a vampire have one of those?" Derek asked, now on the other side of the room somewhere. My father still held my eyes. I couldn't look away from him.

"She's half human, Derek." My mom said behind me. Her hand still on my chest. I realized she was matching my breathing. I could feel her own chest rising and falling against my back. Her breathing was gradually slowing, so I followed her. "She got it, she's following my breathing." My mom informed the others.

My dad nodded. "Derek," he said without breaking our gaze. "What set this off?"

"She--"

My dad cut him off with a growl. "Don't say it out loud!" He snapped. "I don't want to set her off again."

"Oh, ok, right." Derek fell silent and my dad growled again.

"What?" My mom whispered.

I could feel the fire in my heart suddenly turn ice cold. It seemed to grow so cold that little cracks formed and they chipped away. I wanted the fire back. This was worse.

"Jacob," I choked on his name and gripped at my chest once again. "Mom!" I cried out when I couldn't take the pain anymore.

"She thinks he found someone else. She thinks he never actually imprinted on her; Like he did with you." My dad spoke low and quick to my mom.

"What?!" My mom hissed.

"Make it stop!" I screamed as loud as I could, but it only made the pain worse.

"I've seen someone brokenhearted--I've been brokenhearted, but not like this." My mom spoke softly. "Edward, go find Jacob." She spoke through clenched teeth.

"I'm right here…" I heard Jacob trail off when he walked into the room. I kept my eyes locked on my dad, but they shot open wide. "Ness?" He asked, his voice almost panicked. "What's wrong with her?"

I heard my mom's jaw lock and her teeth grind together. "You are lucky I'm holding her together right now. If I had my arms free I would rip your head off." My mom spoke with venom in every word.

"No, I--" Jacob cut off as he seemed to choke on the rest of his sentence. He pointed at me with a shaky finger.

I finally broke the gaze between my father and I to see Jacob take a step towards me. Derek stepped in his path and shoved him back towards the door. "You're hurting her, you know. I'm not handling that very well. You find someone else?" Derek snapped.

"NO! Oh, Renesmee!" Jacob pushed passed Derek and fell to his knees on the floor beside my bed. I looked down at him, digging my fingers into my mom's knees.

"I swear to you, you are the only one for me. I… no." He shook his head and took both my hands in his.

I glanced at my dad who was starring at Jacob, probably trying to figure out what was on his mind.

"I'm only ten minutes late today, Billy needed help getting to your grandfathers house. They're going fishing today. I should have called. I'm so sorry, please, please… Renesmee, I love you… you're my world." I saw the tears threatening to spill over in his eyes. I took one final deep breath to calm myself and my mom let her hand drop from my chest. She helped me sit forward and I leaned off the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Promise?" I asked him, my voice sounding weak and tired.

"No, I swear on my life."

"Ok," I sighed, pressing my nose into his neck to breath in his scent.

"Can you explain what the hell you have been doing? She may have forgiven you, Jacob, but I don't. I have never seen anyone in so much pain." My mom said coldly, her hands sliding up then down my back.

"You'll find out, very soon, but right now I'm keeping a promise." He looked at me and smiled. "I'm yours for the day."

"Are you sure?" I asked warily.

"Get dressed and meet me downstairs." He kissed my forehead and stood up. He stared at me, all my pain now reflected in his eyes.

"I'm ok, Jake. I'll meet you downstairs." I nodded and smiled.

Everyone left me alone, but my mom. She stayed sitting on my bed. She silently watched me walked around my room, getting ready.

"You can stop watching me as if I'm going to fall to pieces." I informed her.

"No, I already did that." Her voice was flat.

"I'm ok, just my imagination running away from me. One of the many little human quirks I got from you." I poked her shoulder as I walked by her to my dresser.

"True, but that was more than your imagination running away from you, Ness, that was as if Jacob looked at you and told you he…" my mom trailed off, shaking her head. She didn't have to finish the sentence. I knew what she meant.

"I know, but when I thought of it, it seemed too real. But now I know I was just being stupid. How many times have you looked too into something when you were human?"

"We're not talking about me." She spoke quickly.

I nodded. I knew she understood. She just didn't want to talk about her human memories. She never liked talking about them.

"Renesmee," she called out when I reached for my doorknob. "I will not tolerate him doing this to you again."

"Me either." I smiled and crossed the room to hug her. "Thanks for the help earlier."

"I don't ever want to do that for you again."

I nodded and hurried out of my room. I was suddenly embarrassed by my outburst. Now that I see the love in Jacob's eyes when he looked at me, I was defiantly wrong in my assumption.

"Have fun." My dad said a little too calmly. I watched the way he was looking at Jacob. He now knew what Jacob was up to. And I knew as soon as I walked out this door he was going to tell my mom.

"You told him, didn't you." I asked Jacob as soon as we were out the door.

He shrugged. "I let him see a glimpse in my mind. It was either that or you would be taking me in pieces where we went today."

"Why can't you just tell me… tell him." I wondered.

"Because I don't want everyone to know exactly what I'm doing… it's almost embarrassing, and also I don't want the reason for what I'm doing to get slipped to you." He opened the car door for me and I slid in the passenger seat. He got in the drivers seat, but didn't turn on the car. He turned to look at me. "What I'm doing is the total opposite of hurting you. I don't mean to, but you have to stop looking into it so much. Once you find out, you're going to feel foolish. Trust me." He turned to face forward and turned on the car. We sped down the long driveway and cruised towards La Push.

I got out of the car and walked around the familiar little red house. Jacob's handmade garage still stood, looking exactly the same as when my mom used to hang out here. I remembered being told she had a motorcycle here and that she used to go riding with Jacob. I took off in a jog towards the garage.

"Where are you off to?" Jacob hurried after me.

"Take me riding!" I said, pointing to the bikes tucked away in the corner of the garage. They were nestled together under a green tarp.

"I doubt they even run anymore. They've been sitting there for years." Jacob laughed lightly.

"Can we try?"

Jacob stared passed me at the blanketed bikes. His head started to shake slowly. "I don't know… Edward didn't like the fact that Bella was on the bike. I doubt he would think differently with you on there." I saw his eyes light up at the exact moment he finished the sentence. "But he did give her riding gear. She has it somewhere in here." He stood in one spot and looked around the small garage.

I took a little more initiative and wondered around to look for it. We were the same size, it was most likely going to fit me. I flipped the tarp over the bikes and shrieked with excitement.

"Oh, there it is." Jacob spoke with much less enthusiasm than I was giving off.

There laying over the bike that must have been my mom's was a riding jacket and a helmet.

I snorted. "What, no knee pads or elbow pads?"

"Surprisingly, no. That's all he had for her."

I put them on and sat on her bike.

"Freaky." Jacob's eyes grew wide as he stared at me.

"What did I do?" I asked him, my voice echoing in the helmet.

"No one had sat on that bike but your mother. It's like a blast from the past. With the helmet and jacket on I could mistake you as her." I watched him walk over to me and he straddled the front tire of the bike, reaching for my helmet and yanked it off. "I want to see your face. I've been without it for too long."

"That's not my fault." I raised an eyebrow.

"No, it's completely all mine. Forgive me?" He threw me my favorite smile and I had to smile back. I reached for his face and brought it to mine, our lips met and immediately we couldn't get close enough to each other.

Jacob pulled me off the bike and we stumbled towards the ratty couch. I felt it against my calves and Jacob's body pressed against mine, causing us to tumble to the cushions.