I do not own Twilight Stephanie Meyers does, I only own Ishbel and her family. (DON'T LIKE THIS STORY; THEN DON'T READ IT)and trust me I am going to make the story different in the next 3 stories, because I haven't read them in a while, and don't worry i have a plan for a jealous Bella, my readers just have to be patient and wait. I apologize for the long wait, I'm back in school and will only be able to post on the weekends, and one Friday I will post a chapter of HP and the following Friday or weekend I will post a chapter of Twilight. I apologize once again. i'm sorry this one is short

I quickly zipped up my suitcase and headed downstairs.

"Ishbel? Where do you think you're going?" dad asked, as he and mom followed me down the stairs.

"I'm very sorry, but I just have to leave." I said hurrying towards the door.

"Why? And where would you go, it's almost 11?" mom said/asked pleadingly.

It broke my heart looking at my parents sadden and desperate faces. But I had to do it, to keep them safe.

"I don't know, I'll stop at a hotel, but I just have to leave." I said.

"But what about the karate tournament?" dad asked.

I felt a surge of anger and asked "Dad is that all you care about? The karate tournament? All you care about is that stupid tournament."

"Honey you know that's not true." dad said pained faced.

"Are you sure? Because you signed me up for the tournament before asking me if I wanted to, I'm sorry but I have to go." I said feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

"Ishbel wait!" mom shouted.

But I had already left and was running down the street. I don't know how far I had ran, or where I was going, but I ran. I ignored some of the stares I was getting, the ones coming from the people that were still out, and kept running. Once I was out of the neighborhood I stopped and started to catch my breath. I sat on the bench that was nearby and took deep breaths, but as I did I felt something wet slide down my cheek. I felt it and realized I was crying, as I started thinking about what I had said and treated my parents, I started sobbing and brought my knees up to my chest, berried my face in my knees, and cried. I heard someone sit down next to me, next thing I knew I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around my shoulders and pull me into their hard, yet, comfortable chest, and I knew it was Edward.

"You did the right thing you know?" Edward asked/said, resting his chin on my head.

"I know, but they're never going to forgive me." I said leaning into him.

"Yes they are." Edward said trying to comfort me.

"No they're not, you should've seen how upset they were, especially my dad." I said.

"Come on, we have to go before your mom decides to chase after you." Edward said trying to cheer me up.

I smiled and looked up into his golden-bronze eyes, which showed concern. I wiped my eyes and got up. I then noticed Edward's Volvo parked in front of me, on the side of the road. Edward picked up my suitcase with ease and held it on his shoulder as he led me to his car. He quickly put the suitcase in his trunk before helping me in, even in this situation he was still a gentleman, probably out of habit sense he was born in the 1900's. He was already speeding down the road just as I put my seat belt on. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:30 pm, and realized that this was the latest I've ever stayed up. Suddenly there was a loud thud, and I gasped; thinking James had somehow found me.

"Relax, it's only Emmett, and Alice is in the car behind us." Edward said his eyes fixed on the road.

I sighed feeling stupid for acting the way I did. Before I knew it Edward was pulling up into his driveway, parking next to Carlisle's Mercedes. After Edward helped me out and grabbed my suitcase, he led me into the house, the others following me. Just as Edward pulled me into the living room he stopped me, and suddenly crouched in front of me protectively and hissing at someone. I moved and saw Carlisle sitting on the couch talking to the vampire from the baseball game, I think his name was Laurent.

"Edward that's enough, he's here to warn us." Carlisle said seeing us.

Edward stood up and wrapped his arm around me, but kept glaring at Laurent, not trusting him.

"In the past 100 years that I've been traveling with James, I've never seen him this determined. Once James has his eyes locked on a target to become his pray, he never stops hunting them until he, or she, is dead," Laurent said looking at me, before continuing, "I'm tired of his ways, I'll travel to Alaska."

Laurent then left, and there was a small pause.