A/N: So I don't know what's going on with my internet but it decided to not work for a couple of days, but only on the computer that my story's on…grrrr! So anyways, I have some of the other chapters written so I'll upload them soon…so sorry for the delay!

A/N: So really quick, if you were wondering why I chose the people I did to show up at the drag race, here's why: First of all, I thought having both Esme and Carlisle there would be over kill. Then I chose Jasper instead of Emmett because Emmett is too much of a weirdo to take the situation seriously, I actually considered having him there, but he would probably just be high-fiving Natalie instead of taking it seriously like Jasper would. Alice always seemed more like the best friend than the older sister that would be disappointed in her younger sister (I'm not saying that she couldn't, just that Rosalie was maybe a little better suited to be there). Edward doesn't get to be a part of the group since Natalie's pretty much in love with him and that would be awkward. So do ya see how I chose the group now? One parent, one older brother, one older sister. Also THANK YOU ALL SOOOOOOO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS, FAVORITE AUTHOR AND FAVORITE STORIES! IT MADE ME SOOOOOOO HAPPY!(:

Chapter 16

Carlisle's Point of View

It had been a couple of weeks since I last went hunting, and even though I didn't necessarily need it, I had been taking extra precautions lately to make sure that Natalie was as safe as possible. Natalie had been planning on being out this weekend so the whole family was going hunting. When her plans changed, Esme pretty much begged her to let one of us stay with her, but she was worried about being a burden to us. As if it was even possible! I felt bad for letting her stay home by herself all weekend but comforted myself by thinking that she was a good kid and knew how to take care of herself, she would be perfectly fine. And even if she wasn't, every member of my family had cell phones readily available to help Natalie with any bumps in the road.

Everything was going off without a hitch until Alice slipped into a vision that worried all of us when Jasper, Rosalie, and I all began to run back to Washington while the others would follow behind soon enough. I was so scared. My perfect little angel could get so hurt! What was she thinking! Did she not realize that she's human and how dangerous street races are? Why would she do something like that!

When we finally reached the track, it looked as if she and the other driver were about to crash into each other when he suddenly slammed on his brakes. I was extremely disappointed, to be honest. I know that my daughter is much brighter than this. Even if she was the legal age to drive, this still would not be an acceptable thing to do at any age! At least not for my daughter.

She was definitely pushing the car as fast as it would go. I know Rose had boosted the engine of this car for Alice. But it was meant for ALICE, who could run faster than the car could go anyway and who was virtually indestructible. I had to control the urge not to run up to the car, rip off the door, and take my daughter straight home and tuck her back into bed. Every three seconds I had to calm myself by chanting '30 feet to go, 27 feet to go, 21 feet, 15 feet, 9 feet, 7 feet, 3 feet, just a foot left…'

When the horrid race was finally over, my daughter timidly got out of the car, obviously acknowledging that we were here. I had to say I was pleasantly surprised by this. I knew my daughter well enough to know that she got extremely competitive when offered a challenge. She walked to the other driver to collect her winnings and solemnly turned to walk towards us. She looked as if she was walking the plank.

"I suppose you'll be wanting these then" she said, handing me the keys to the Porsche.

"The money too," I say while taking the keys. I held out my hand other hand as she hands me the $200 from the race. I put it in my pocket and head toward the car. Many of the drunken audience are commenting on how she's in trouble. I really just tried to tune them out considering 99% of them seemed vile and repulsive.

As soon as we get into the car, the questioning begins. "What do you think you were doing, Natalie! First of all, what you did was illegal in every way. Second, what you did was extremely dangerous and we were all very worried about you. And third, you know what you did was wrong-" I would have kept going but she interrupted me.

"How is it wrong? I know technically I'm not 16 yet, but I know how to drive and isn't that all that really matters in racing? And all of you speed all the time; this is like…the same thing only you're speeding with someone else."

"It is very wrong for so many reasons, Natalie! Just because you know how to, doesn't mean that you should, you know how to jump out of a plane without a parachute don't you? That doesn't mean you should-"again, I would have continued except I heard her mumble 'maybe' under her breath, which made me nervous for a whole different set of reasons. "What do you mean 'maybe' Natalie? No, you should not do something so dangerous you could get seriously hurt from the race, you would die jumping out of the plane. There is no 'maybe' involved."

"That's easy for you to say! You've only had to die once! One tiny little time! Not me, I died A LOT! It wasn't even my choice! At least jumping out of the plane would be MY CHOICE!"

This had definitely taken a very different direction than the one I wanted to be headed in. She seemed dead tired, but even then, this reaction was too strong to simply be blamed on lack of sleep. There were a lot of things I wanted to say to her, but I obviously wouldn't get it through her thick skull tonight when she was already beginning to doze in the car. I simply answered "A choice you will not be making".

"It's not up to you" she said while yawning. I would have argued back but she probably wouldn't have been able to focus long enough to hear. I decided to let her sleep and I would talk about this with her tomorrow.

When we pulled up to the house, I got her out of the back and carried her up to her room, kissed her on the forehead and was turning to leave when she mumbled, "It wasn't wrong of me…" very quietly.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be a very long day.

A/N: So what did you guys think of Carlisle's POV…I know, not that much happened in this chapter, but it needed to be said so next chapter can be AMAZING! As always, I really, really, really, really, really love reviews and I literally start to dance when I get a notification telling me I have a review. Pluuuuuuuus, I'm more motivated to write, so if you want to read new chapters more often, reviews would be really useful! :P Love y'all! Thanks for all the support. Also, if you really like my writing, you should read my blog! It's .com It has a lot of my different writing styles on there…poems, one-shots, monologues, etc. (: thank you guys!