Part 5:
Jacob's POV:
Bella was gonna kill me. I'd forgotten to tell her that I was taking Nessie to La Push today so she could play with Quil and Claire. Bella was probably panicing right now. And I was in for it when I get back to the vamp's pad. Oops.
We were all in Billy's front room-Quil, Claire, Nessie and me. Nessie was playing scrabble with Quil. And she was winning. Well, to be fair, Quil was putting down the words that Claire told him to, so... it wasn't really a shock. I laughed. "Quil, you're 18. And you're getting beaten by a 1 year old girl!"
"She might be 1 according to her birth certificate." he complained, " but her size is more like a 6 year old, and her brain is like... I dunno. Like a mad proffesor!" He reminded me. I laughed again. "Yeah, but she's still beating ya!" Nessie laughed with me and Quil that time. Claire just looked confused. it wasn't his fault his soul mate was a normal human. I laughed again. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Dad!" I called. "Phone!"
"You get it!" he replied."It's probably Bella asking what you've done with her daughter!" he joked. I gulped. Quil laughed at my frightened expression. So, with fear in my heart, I answered the phone.
"Hello?"I asked, wary.
"Jacob? Is Billy there?"
"Charlie?" I was relieved.
"Yeah."
"Okay. One sec." I told him. then i covered the mouth peice."Dad!" I called," It's Charlie!"
Billy rolled himslef in to the room, grumbling something about being disturbed when he'd got to the good part of the book. I laughed. Billy glared at me. I shut up then. he was as scary as Bella when he wanted to be. Ha!
"Hello?" I heard him say.
Charlie didn't respond.
"Charlie?" Billy asked. "What's up?"
"Bella." He muttered. Lucky I had good hearing.
"What about her?" Billy was sympathetic now.
"She's goin' off with 'em. The Cullens." he sounded really miserable. I decided me and Nessie should leave now. Leaving Froks would be killing Bella. I stood, sweeping Nessie up in my arms. She pressed her hand against my neck, confused.
"we're going home, Nessie." I told her. She didn't ask me anymore questions. When we reached the house, Bella was curled up on the couch, sobbing into Edward's shoulder. he held her tight to him. They didn't notice us come in. or if they did, they didn't acknowledge it.
"Mama!" Nessie called, wriggling in my arms to get down. I let her. Renesmee ran across the room, her arms open wide. She jumped straight onto the couch, wrapping her arms around Bella's neck, saying, "What's the matter, Mama?" When bella didn't answer,she turned to Edward. "What's the matter with Mama?"
Edward sighed sadly."We've got to leave, Nessie." He told her. She understood why that would make Bella sad. Because of Charlie. Now I had to find out why we had to leave. And i didn't know if Bella could handle talking about right now. I didn't think she was capable of talking. Telling charlie must've been hard.
Jacob's POV:
Bella was gonna kill me. I'd forgotten to tell her that I was taking Nessie to La Push today so she could play with Quil and Claire. Bella was probably panicing right now. And I was in for it when I get back to the vamp's pad. Oops.
We were all in Billy's front room-Quil, Claire, Nessie and me. Nessie was playing scrabble with Quil. And she was winning. Well, to be fair, Quil was putting down the words that Claire told him to, so... it wasn't really a shock. I laughed. "Quil, you're 18. And you're getting beaten by a 1 year old girl!"
"She might be 1 according to her birth certificate." he complained, " but her size is more like a 6 year old, and her brain is like... I dunno. Like a mad proffesor!" He reminded me. I laughed again. "Yeah, but she's still beating ya!" Nessie laughed with me and Quil that time. Claire just looked confused. it wasn't his fault his soul mate was a normal human. I laughed again. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Dad!" I called. "Phone!"
"You get it!" he replied."It's probably Bella asking what you've done with her daughter!" he joked. I gulped. Quil laughed at my frightened expression. So, with fear in my heart, I answered the phone.
"Hello?"I asked, wary.
"Jacob? Is Billy there?"
"Charlie?" I was relieved.
"Yeah."
"Okay. One sec." I told him. then i covered the mouth peice."Dad!" I called," It's Charlie!"
Billy rolled himslef in to the room, grumbling something about being disturbed when he'd got to the good part of the book. I laughed. Billy glared at me. I shut up then. he was as scary as Bella when he wanted to be. Ha!
"Hello?" I heard him say.
Charlie didn't respond.
"Charlie?" Billy asked. "What's up?"
"Bella." He muttered. Lucky I had good hearing.
"What about her?" Billy was sympathetic now.
"She's goin' off with 'em. The Cullens." he sounded really miserable. I decided me and Nessie should leave now. Leaving Froks would be killing Bella. I stood, sweeping Nessie up in my arms. She pressed her hand against my neck, confused.
"we're going home, Nessie." I told her. She didn't ask me anymore questions. When we reached the house, Bella was curled up on the couch, sobbing into Edward's shoulder. he held her tight to him. They didn't notice us come in. or if they did, they didn't acknowledge it.
"Mama!" Nessie called, wriggling in my arms to get down. I let her. Renesmee ran across the room, her arms open wide. She jumped straight onto the couch, wrapping her arms around Bella's neck, saying, "What's the matter, Mama?" When bella didn't answer,she turned to Edward. "What's the matter with Mama?"
Edward sighed sadly."We've got to leave, Nessie." He told her. She understood why that would make Bella sad. Because of Charlie. Now I had to find out why we had to leave. And i didn't know if Bella could handle talking about right now. I didn't think she was capable of talking. Telling charlie must've been hard.
EDWARD'S PEA COAT
''Everybody wants to know where his pea coat came from!'' exclaims the costumer. Unfortunately, it is a one-of-a-kind piece (er, sort of: three to four were made for filming purposes) which Chuck herself crafted after not being able to find the perfect one. ''We needed the right fit, [and] I couldn't find anything in the right shade of gray,'' she recalls. ''Catherine [Hardwicke, the director] is really big on back story for her characters and anything that can help that, even if it's in a texture or color of clothes.'' After considering ''probably 20 swatches,'' Chuck went with one from Mood Fabrics and based her final design on a combination of other styles of pea coats. In the end, his turned out as ''a classic shape with a modern twist.''
''Everybody wants to know where his pea coat came from!'' exclaims the costumer. Unfortunately, it is a one-of-a-kind piece (er, sort of: three to four were made for filming purposes) which Chuck herself crafted after not being able to find the perfect one. ''We needed the right fit, [and] I couldn't find anything in the right shade of gray,'' she recalls. ''Catherine [Hardwicke, the director] is really big on back story for her characters and anything that can help that, even if it's in a texture or color of clothes.'' After considering ''probably 20 swatches,'' Chuck went with one from Mood Fabrics and based her final design on a combination of other styles of pea coats. In the end, his turned out as ''a classic shape with a modern twist.''
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell