When I stepped out of the cruiser, I slammed the door knowing Dad would hate that. When I walked through the front door, I slammed that as well- right in his face. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table and called for me to come sit down.

I'm not prone to temper tantrums and never have been, but when Jacob fucking Black walked into the kitchen with Dad, I bristled. I glared at him as they both sat down in the last two chairs. He wouldn't meet my eyes and instead opted to look around the kitchen as if he'd never been in here a million times before.

"Jake, tell Bells what you told us," Charlie huffed, crossing his arms.

Jacob finally gained the nerve to look me in the eye, but lost it quickly when he started to talk.

Fidgeting in his chair, he began.

"Um, about a month ago, I uh, I saw Bella with Lahote at the store on the rez, and she went with him to Sam's I'm guessing. After that, she, she uh, never showed back up at the house. Embry and I saw her one day at the store with Sam's gang while we were going to see Quil who was working that day."

So far, it was all true, except for me just galloping off with Paul to Sam's. I did put up a fight at first.

Jacob faltered and played with his hand on the table.

"What was she doing at the store, Jake?" Charlie questioned.

"Smoking pot, and, um, drinking..."

I was steaming in my seat and I wished Jacob would grow the balls to look in the eye because I swear my look would have killed him.

Mom had been sitting quietly, watching me and my reactions to Jake, but she piped up. "What do you have to say to that Bella?"

I couldn't believe my parents. How were they believing any of this?

"Your mother asked you a question, Isabella."

Crap, that was his calm-angry voice, which meant there was no way he'd listen to me try to defend myself because that was also his interrogation/ you're-going-to-confess-right-now voice.

"Jacob is lying, Mom."

Jacob slouched slightly in his chair.

Mom was about to say something when Dad snapped.

"Young lady, go to your room right now!"

"What?!"

"NOW!"

I stood and slammed my hands down on the table, not caring that I had knocked my chair over in the process.

"Do I not even get the chance to defend myself, or is this house now a dictatorship?"

I ignored Dad's yelling as I made my way out of the room. Halfway to the stairs I turned around, marched right back into the kitchen, and stood in front of Jacob and slapped him across the face.

"Fuck you, Black."

Mom gasped and Charlie's gave grew even redder as he continued to yell.

Still ignoring them, I made my way up the stairs to my room and locked the door for good measure because Charlie would never try to knock it down for fear of the neighbors hearing the commotion and ruining his reputation.

I didn't go down for dinner, even when Mom came up the stairs knocking softly on my door. I sat in my room on my bed alternating between anger at Jacob , my father, and my mother, and concern for my friends.

So many emotions ran through me at once that sleep was impossible. With nothing else to do, I stared at the wall and contemplated how to murder Jacob, how to talk to my friends, and what was going to happen between me and Paul.

He kissed me, and I sort of have feelings for him, but before he kissed me Jared had said something about Paul knowing what he had to do because he'd lost...

No, the smile on Paul's face after I kissed him back was priceless. He didn't kiss me just because of some wrestling bet with Jared.

I looked over at my alarm clock: 12:31.

This was going to be a long night, and I was not looking forward to the morning.