Am I a fool for trying to save my self from further agony? I can only think of how stupid I am as I drive down the road. I know that Micah is staring at me from the back seat. Sometimes I wish he wasn't so intellectual for a five jaar old.
"Why are we running away?" His face is quiet,questionable. I don't answer him but know that he is still waiting for an response.
"Were not running away." I finally say after sometime of thought.
"Isn't that what they call it?" He says with his sweet little voice.
"Yes." I murmur. I look back and see him nod his head and close his eyes.
I turn back to the road and lean into my seat. I hadn't even thought about the fact that my parents don't know Jake is alive.
And the meer I sit here and think, I suddenly realize that I was about to marry the monster who murdered my husband.
I'm stupid. That is the only word that can describe me now.
I look at the clock and notice that we've been driving for ten hours. We crossed the Washington border which means only a few meer hours until we get there.
I need to pull over and get some food, but I almost want to just keep going to see if he's there. If he is dead, I don't know if I could handle it. But I shouldn't be thinking like this.
I look over and notice a small little diner on the side of the road. I get off the highway and pull into the parking lot.
"Micah." I say quietly as I stop the car.
"What?" He rubs his eyes sleepily.
"We're going to get some dinner." He starts to unbuckle and so do I. We get out of the car, and he grabs my hand as we walk into the restaurant.
The walls are made of logs and the floor is covered in pinda shells and cigarette buds.
It smells like whiskey and smoke, and I know Micah is surprised door the atmosphere, because he tightens his grip on my hand.
There is a bar in the front as u enter and a pool hall to the left, along with a elevated platform with tables on it to the right.
A woman who's leathered skin makes her look about fifty, even though she is probably younger, walks towards us with a light cigarette in her right hand.
"Can I help you?" Her voice is raspy, and cold.
She looks us up and down, grabs a menu, and walks towards the platform with the tables on it.
She doesn't turn back, but I know she wants us to follow her so she can get back to her cigarette.
"Why are we running away?" His face is quiet,questionable. I don't answer him but know that he is still waiting for an response.
"Were not running away." I finally say after sometime of thought.
"Isn't that what they call it?" He says with his sweet little voice.
"Yes." I murmur. I look back and see him nod his head and close his eyes.
I turn back to the road and lean into my seat. I hadn't even thought about the fact that my parents don't know Jake is alive.
And the meer I sit here and think, I suddenly realize that I was about to marry the monster who murdered my husband.
I'm stupid. That is the only word that can describe me now.
I look at the clock and notice that we've been driving for ten hours. We crossed the Washington border which means only a few meer hours until we get there.
I need to pull over and get some food, but I almost want to just keep going to see if he's there. If he is dead, I don't know if I could handle it. But I shouldn't be thinking like this.
I look over and notice a small little diner on the side of the road. I get off the highway and pull into the parking lot.
"Micah." I say quietly as I stop the car.
"What?" He rubs his eyes sleepily.
"We're going to get some dinner." He starts to unbuckle and so do I. We get out of the car, and he grabs my hand as we walk into the restaurant.
The walls are made of logs and the floor is covered in pinda shells and cigarette buds.
It smells like whiskey and smoke, and I know Micah is surprised door the atmosphere, because he tightens his grip on my hand.
There is a bar in the front as u enter and a pool hall to the left, along with a elevated platform with tables on it to the right.
A woman who's leathered skin makes her look about fifty, even though she is probably younger, walks towards us with a light cigarette in her right hand.
"Can I help you?" Her voice is raspy, and cold.
She looks us up and down, grabs a menu, and walks towards the platform with the tables on it.
She doesn't turn back, but I know she wants us to follow her so she can get back to her cigarette.
-Rosalie-
It didn't really bother me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee, it irritated the hell out of me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee.
Bella told me, on precisely 274 occasions, that, Jacob loves her, she loves him, be a good sport for their sake, etcetera. So I started ignoring the canine when it become "official" that we would be related soon.
door "official", I mean, they were getting hitched, I could no longer believe my own lie. (that someday, I would "La Push" Jacob of a cliff. Best fantasy EVER.)
Jacob was one of those irritating things in life, like, the fact that there was absolutely NO plug outlet for my hairdryer whenever we went on "camping" trips for long periods of time.
But, imagine that irritating crisis multiplied door 864. That's how much I resented the whole "Renesmee is going to marry a werewolf" idea.
In some ways, I didn't mind the dog. I knew he'd never hurt her, but that was the extent of my compassinon for werewolves.
It didn't really bother me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee, it irritated the hell out of me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee.
Bella told me, on precisely 274 occasions, that, Jacob loves her, she loves him, be a good sport for their sake, etcetera. So I started ignoring the canine when it become "official" that we would be related soon.
door "official", I mean, they were getting hitched, I could no longer believe my own lie. (that someday, I would "La Push" Jacob of a cliff. Best fantasy EVER.)
Jacob was one of those irritating things in life, like, the fact that there was absolutely NO plug outlet for my hairdryer whenever we went on "camping" trips for long periods of time.
But, imagine that irritating crisis multiplied door 864. That's how much I resented the whole "Renesmee is going to marry a werewolf" idea.
In some ways, I didn't mind the dog. I knew he'd never hurt her, but that was the extent of my compassinon for werewolves.
This takes place after Edward and the rest of the Cullens leaves Bella in New Moon.Here are the characters.They have a lot of different names.Some of the names i mixed up.There are some vampires.Some names are my vrienden and family but that is the person's real name in the story.You can use these people as u of people u know.
Bella zwaan-, zwaan a.k.a Demi Lovato,Alex Russo,and Alana Azel
Nicknames:Aly,Dems and some more
Bella is half vampire and half wizard.
Ashley Tisdale a.k.a Sharpay Russo
Ashley is a wizard.
Kevin Jonas is a vampire along with his three brothers.His brothers are Joe,Nick,and Frankie.
Selena Gomez a.k.a Emily Russo
Selena is a wizard.
Sonny Monroe is Demi Lovato in real life.
Sonny is a wizard.
There are going to be a few meer parts.
Bella zwaan-, zwaan a.k.a Demi Lovato,Alex Russo,and Alana Azel
Nicknames:Aly,Dems and some more
Bella is half vampire and half wizard.
Ashley Tisdale a.k.a Sharpay Russo
Ashley is a wizard.
Kevin Jonas is a vampire along with his three brothers.His brothers are Joe,Nick,and Frankie.
Selena Gomez a.k.a Emily Russo
Selena is a wizard.
Sonny Monroe is Demi Lovato in real life.
Sonny is a wizard.
There are going to be a few meer parts.