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Past Memories

As Jacob and Renesmee begin to take the next steps in their relationship, things take a turn for the worst. When the past comes back to haunt them, will it ruin their relationship, or streghthen it? Does love really conquer all? Or will love be the source of all their problems? Free Image Hosting

This is the sequel to Unknown Desire. I recommend you read that first, or you'll probably be confused.


4. Chapter 4

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I woke up and felt around for Jake. Then I remembered that I was pissed at him, and still am. I stretched and sat up.

Then I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and got dressed. I skipped downstairs to find some breakfast, and decided on cereal.

As I was pouring the cereal, he came in the kitchen. I kept my back to him and said nothing.

“Ness?” he tried. “Can I explain to you now?” I didn't answer. “Nessie, talk to me!” he begged. I gave him no response. The whole time I ate breakfast, he kept trying, and I said nothing nor did I look at him once.

The phone rang, and I leaped up to answer it.

“Hey, Alice.” I answered, putting emphasis as I glared at....him.

“Hey, Ness. How are you feeling?”

“I'm just fine, thank you. Wanna go somewhere today?” I offered, desperate to get out of the house for a day.

“Are you sure you want to? You can always come over here if you need to talk.”

“Alice, I want to find something to do. I'll go whether you're going or not.”

“Alright, alright! We'll go. See you in a few.” she hung up. I put the phone back, and went to get my purse and my shoes. As I put on the straps of my heals, he tried some more.

“Nessie, please talk to me. Let me explain. This isn't fair.” he pleaded.

“Not fair?” I growled. “I think it's also not fair that you told me so many times that you loved me, and you didn't mean it! Or that you never even told me you were in love with my Mom.” I blinked back tears. He didn't say anything, he looked shocked.

“See, no answer to that.” I snapped.

“Well if you would please let me explain.” his eyes pleaded with me.

“No. I have to go.” I pushed past him and went outside to wait for Alice, who came about two seconds later. I jumped into her car and she sped off, but not before giving Jacob a glare.

“Alice.” I cried and hugged her, letting the tears fall. She sped for a minute, then pulled over and hugged me back.

“Oh, Nessie, what did he do to you?” she whispered more to herself. I touched her face and showed her our entire argument.

“Aww, Ness. He's a.....jerk. What are you going to do?”

“I love him.” I whispered. “And it only makes it worse.”

“I'm sorry, sweetheart. You want my opinion?” I nodded. “If you love him, you'll forgive him. Hey, I'm not saying he was right, but I think you'll forgive him.” she kissed my forehead and let me cry.

“You're so right, Alice. You always are.” I laughed through my tears. “Let's go shopping now.”

She started the car and sped to the mall.

* * * * * * * *

After six hours of shopping, we went home. She dropped me off, and I skipped inside with my bag. (Yeah, I didn't buy much. I just talked a lot.)

Now will you listen to me??” he demanded as I went upstairs.

“About what, Jacob?” I asked sarcastically.

“You know what.”

“No, I really don't.” I acted innocent. “Do tell.”

“Nessie, stop it!”

“Stop what? I don't think I know what you're talking about.” I started putting my clothes away.

“Cut it out! Please, be serious. I need to explain.” he pleaded.

“I don't want to hear it. I don't want to go through what I went through last night, okay? I'm not going to let myself cry over it. Please, just stop talking about it and leave me alone.”

“Ness, please let me explain.” he begged.

“There's nothing to explain! You loved my mother, but she was taken, so you settled for me. Whatever, I understand. I'm just the second best. The Loch Ness Monster.” I tried so hard not to cry, but failed. Angry and hurt tears streamed down my face silently.

“That's not even true. You can't believe that.” he argued.

“Just leave me alone to cry because I'm not as good as my mother!” I growled, my voice sounding so ugly.

“Nessie, that isn't true!!” he yelled back.

“Get. Out!” I shoved him back and slammed the door. He pounded on the door and pleaded for me to talk to him, but I just sat on the bed and cried.

I cried because I wasn't as good as my mother. I cried because he liked her best. Most of all, I cried because all the feelings of betrayal were back, and I hated it!

“I have to get out of here.” I told myself. “I need to leave. I can't do this.”