it very clear all along that
she and Jacob were just friends Well； if that was it； then why didn't you
say so at first？ No； Billy； I
think she's right about this Because I know my daughter； and if she says
Jacob was scared before—〃
He was cut off mid…sentence； and when he answered he was almost shouting
again。
〃What do you mean I don't know my daughter as well as I think I do！〃 He
listened for a brief second；
and his response was almost too low for me to hear。 〃If you think I'm going to
remind her about that； then
you had better think again。 She's only just starting to get over it； and
mostly because of Jacob； I think。 If
whatever Jacob has going on with this Sam character sends her back into that
depression； then Jacob is
going to have to answer to me。 You're my friend； Billy； but this is hurting my
family。〃
There was another break for Billy to respond。
〃You got that right—those boys set one toe out of line and I'm going to know
about it。 We'll be keeping
an eye on the situation； you can be sure of that。〃 He was no longer Charlie；
he was Chief Swan now。
〃Fine。 Yeah。 Goodbye。〃 The phone slammed into the cradle。
I tiptoed quickly across the hall into my room。 Charlie was muttering angrily
in the kitchen。
So Billy was going to blame me。 I was leading Jacob on and he'd finally had
enough。
It was strange； for I'd feared that myself； but after the last thing Jacob had
said this afternoon； I didn't
believe it anymore。 There was much more to this than an unrequited crush； and
it surprised me that Billy
would stoop to claiming that。 It made me think that whatever secret they were
keeping was bigger than
I'd been imagining。 At least Charlie was on my side now。
I put my pajamas on and crawled into bed。 Life seemed dark enough at the
moment chat I let myself
cheat。 The hole—holes now—were already aching； so why not？ I pulled out the
memory—nor a real
memory that would hurt too much； but the false memory of Edward's voice in my
mind this
afternoon—and played it over and over in my head until I fell asleep with the
tears still streaming calmly
down my empty face。
It was a new dream tonight。 Rain was falling and Jacob was walking soundlessly
beside me； though
beneath my feet the ground crunched like dry gravel。 But he wasn't my Jacob；
he was the new； bitter；
graceful Jacob。 The smooth suppleness of his walk reminded me of someone else；
and； as I watched； his
features started to change。 The russet color of his skin leached away； leaving
his face pale white like
bone。 His eyes turned gold； and then crimson； and then back to gold again。 His
shorn hair twisted in the
breeze； turning bronze where the wind touched it。 And his face became so
beautiful that it shattered my
heart。 I reached for him； but he took a step away； raising his hands like a
shield。 And then Edward
vanished。
I wasn't sure； when I woke in the dark； if I'd just begun crying； or if my
tears had run while I slept and
simply continued now。 I stared at my dark ceiling。 I could feel that it was
the middle of the night—I was
still half…asleep； maybe more than half。 I closed my eyes wearily and prayed
for a dreamless sleep。
That's when I heard the noise that must have wakened me in the first place。
Something sharp scraped
along the length of my window with a high…pitched squeal； like fingernails
against the glass。
12。 INTRUDER
MY EYES FLEW WIDE OPEN WITH FRIGHT； THOUGH I WAS so exhausted and muddled that
I
was not yet positive whether I was awake or asleep。
Something scratched against my window again with the same thin； high…pitched
sound。
Confused and clumsy with sleep； I stumbled out of my bed and to the window；
blinking the lingering tears
from my eyes on the way。
A huge； dark shape wobbled erratically on the other side of the glass；
lurching toward me like it was
going to smash right through。 I staggered back； terrified； my throat closing
around a scream。
Victoria。
She'd e for me。
I was dead。
Not Charlie； too！
I choked back the building scream。 I would have to keep quiet through this。
Somehow。 I had to keep
Charlie from ing to investigate
And then a familiar； husky voice called from the dark shape。
〃Bella！〃 it hissed。 〃Ouch！ Damn it； open the window！ OUCH！〃
I needed two seconds to shake off the horror before I could move； but then I
hurried to the window and
shoved the glass out of the way。 The clouds were dimly lit from behind； enough
for me to make sense of
the shapes。
〃What are you doing？〃 I gasped。
Jacob was clinging precariously to the top of the spruce that grew in the
middle of Charlie's little front
yard。 His weight had bowed the tree toward the house and he now swung—his
legs dangling twenty feet
above the ground—not a yard away from me。 The thin branches at the tip of the
tree scraped against the
side of the house again with a grating squeal。
〃I'm trying to keep〃—he huffed； shifting his weight as the treetop bounced
him—〃my promise！〃
I blinked my wet blurry eyes； suddenly sure that I was dreaming。
〃When did you ever promise to kill yourself falling out of Charlie's tree？〃
He snorted； unamused； swinging his legs to improve his balance。 〃Get out of
the way；〃 he ordered。
〃What？〃
He swung his legs again； backwards and forward； increasing his momentum。 I
realized what he was ttying
to do。
〃No； Jake！〃
But I ducked to the side； aecause it was too late。 With a grunt； he launched
himself toward my open
window。
Another scream built in my throat as I waited for him to fall to his death—or
at least maim himself against
the wooden siding。 To my shock； he swung agilely into my room； landing on the
balls of his feet with a
low thud。
We both looked to the door automatically； holding our breath； waiting to see
if the noise had woken
Charlie。 A short moment of silence passed； and then we heard the muffled sound
of Charlie's snore。
A wide grin spread slowly across Jacob's face； he seemed extremely pleased
with himself。 It wasn't the
grin that I knew and loved—it was a new grin； one that was a bitter mockery
of his old sincerity； on the
new face that belonged to Sam。
That was a bit much for me。
I'd cried myself to sleep over this boy。 His harsh rejection had punched a
painful new hole in what was
left of my chest。 He'd left a new nightmare behind him； like an infection in a
sore—the insult after the
injury。 And now he was here in my room； smirking at me as if none of that had
passed。 Worse than that；
even though his arrival had been noisy and awkward； it reminded me of when
Edward used to sneak in
through my window at night； and the reminder picked viciously at the unhealed
wounds。
All of this； coupled with the fact that I was dog…tired； did not put me in a
friendly mood。
〃Get out！〃 I hissed； putting as much venom into the whisper as I could。
He blinked； his face going blank with surprise。
〃No；〃 he protested。 〃I came to apologize。〃
〃I don't accept！〃
I tried to shove him back out the window—after all； if this was a dream； it
wouldn't really hurt him。 It was
useless； though。 I didn't bud