Nessie was already breaking her promise to her mom that she wouldn’t speed.  She knew there was a stretch of road that went from the reservation into Forks, that was lined with trees and they had traveled on it many times to pick up parts.  She knew where the store was and was certain she could find him.

She had to find him.

Renesmee gripped the steering wheel, her eyes scanning everywhere.  She was getting close to where she imagined he might be.  “Dammit!” she exclaimed when she didn’t see him right away.

It was raining again.  She flipped on her wipers and struggled to make out anything on the side of the road that might indicate an accident had happened there.  Alice’s words kept echoing in her head. Jacob’s body.

“No...no...not my Jacob.  I will find him,” she repeated over and over.  She said it louder each time and willed herself not to give up.

The rain continued to pick up and Renesmee shook her head.  It was so hard to see now.  But she was nearly to the end of the stretch of road and she hadn’t found him yet.  Checking for traffic, she made a sudden u-turn, now traveling on the same side of the road that he would have taken to come into town.

She thought about his text and how he promised to come see her if he had time.  Oh how she wished he was there now, leaning against his motorcycle in the parking lot, smiling when he saw her approaching.  She cringed when she remembered that she hadn’t even told him she loved him in their last text.  She was determined to make sure it wouldn’t be the last time he ever texted her.

Renesmee continued to scan the tree line in hopes she could locate him.  He needs me, she thought, blinking back tears.  A large bolt of lightning flashed in the drizzling sky and for a split second, everything was bright.   That’s when she finally saw something.

Something shiny glinted in the distance.  She slammed on her brakes, nearly skidding off the gravel road.  The light was gone now, but she kept her eyes trained where she had seen it.  She pulled the car over to the side as much as possible and turned on her hazards.

As soon as the car stopped, she was off like a flash, hoping to catch another glimpse as she raced for the treeline.  Another crack of lightning and a rumble of thunder.  He was straight ahead of her, she could barely make out the twisted wreckage, but she knew he was there.

She pushed herself to run faster, but it felt like one of those dreams where you’re scared and you need to run quickly but nothing happens.  She wanted to call out to him, but she had no voice.

Renesmee nearly collapsed when she found him.  “Jacob…” she gasped.

He was buried under the wreckage of what was once his motorcycle.  The full weight of it, crushing his chest.  Then she saw why.  Jacob had slid into a dead tree.  The impact and the wet ground had caused it to come loose and topple over him and the bike.

She couldn’t comprehend why he hadn’t been able to escape this.  His strength was immeasurable at times.  She knelt down and cradled his face in her hands.  She used her own body to shield him from the rain that was pelting them both. 

Renesmee lowered her ear to his mouth, listening and silently praying for a sign he was still breathing.  His eyes were closed and he had a large gaping head wound above his left eyebrow.  The blood was flowing freely, trickling down the side of his face.

He was barely moving any air.  The crushing weight of the tree was keeping him from breathing better.  But he was alive and that was all that mattered.  She reached for her pocket, feeling for her phone that didn’t seem to be there.

“Dammit!” she cried.  Who could she even call if she had it?  There would be too many questions from the fire department or an ambulance.  Most people wouldn’t even have survived this. 

Renesmee wanted to curl up next to him, hold him, and if he were to die, then she would too.  She honestly didn't believe she could go on without her Jacob.

She sobbed loudly now.  Frustration was setting in as she realized that no one was coming to save her.  Jacob was barely conscious, but still struggling to breathe.  She couldn’t let him down.  There was no way she could let him die here.  They had already made plans for the future.  This was not what they had dreamed of.

Renesmee slid her hands under his arms, squishing through the soft ground as she did.  She hoped if she could get a good grip under his armpits, she could pull him out and give him a fighting chance.  When she began to pull, he winced.  Some part of the engine was protruding into his gut. “Oh God please,” she called out.  “Help me!”

Her eyes scanned the tree line.  How she wished that the wolf pack could hear her, her family, literally anyone that could save him.

But there was no one.  No good Samaritans were travelling on this roadway, not in this weather.

Renesmee pressed a kiss to Jacob’s forehead and promised him, “I won’t leave you...ever.”

An anger began to boil up inside her.  Why had they finally realized their feelings for each other, just to have it all end like this?

I’m not giving up.

Renesmee moved to the rotted tree, placed her hands squarely on it and pushed with all her might.  Her feet were slipping on the wet ground as she strained to create any kind of movement.  She knew she could lift the bike if only she could roll this tree off first.

She groaned and screamed, willing the damn thing to just move an inch.  Renesmee glanced over at Jacob now, noticing the color was draining from his face.  She was losing him now.  Her heart broke as felt her own life slipping away right along with his.

“No!” she screamed, putting absolutely every last ounce of strength she had left into the biggest push yet.  It inched back and then began to roll away.  She collapsed again.

She only took a moment to catch her breath, because she wasn’t done.  She had to remove the bike from his body and get him to her car. She stood over him, each foot planted on either side of his head.

Renesmee didn’t want to think about how difficult this was going to be.  She just had to try something...anything or she would never be able to live with herself.   She lifted it now, gripping the handlebars and praying it wouldn’t slip out of her hands.

She didn’t know how bad the wound on his abdomen was or how much more damage this would create but she had to try.  Anything was better than sitting here waiting for him to die.

“You’re not gonna die, Jacob,” she gasped as she lifted the bike with a strength she didn’t think was possible.  The rain was pounding down on them, just another obstacle that prevented her from freeing her true love and holding him again.

“Renesmee!”

She barely turned her head towards the voice and hoped it wasn’t a dream.  Emmett came skidding to a stop as he saw his young niece holding up Jacob’s motorcycle. It was only a few inches, but he instantly saw the opportunity to pull Jacob’s broken body out from under the wreckage.

Jacob gasped as Emmett made quick work of sliding him out and gathered him carefully in his arms.  “Let’s go,” he ordered, allowing her to drop the bike.

Renesmee groaned as she stepped back and released it, mud sucking it back into the ground like it belonged there.  She took two deep breaths and then took off in a sprint to where she had left her car.  Emmett was already there, gently depositing Jacob’s battered figure into the front seat.

Renesmee climbed into the back seat.  Emmett was already sliding into the driver’s seat as Renesmee lowered Jacob’s seat carefully, needing to be as close to him as possible.  She leaned over him, strands of her drenched hair dangled over him as she tried to examine the wound on his stomach.

Emmett stilled her hand as she tried to lift Jacob’s shirt.  Emmett pulled his own shirt off of his body and pressed it to the wound and they were off.  Renesmee tried to focus on Jacob’s angelic face as her uncle drove full speed.  She held the shirt in place, wanting him to keep both hands on the steering wheel.

She guessed that he had already seen the injury and was trying to protect her from knowing how awful it really was.  Renesmee scanned Jacob’s face, looking for any signs of life.  Then she pressed kisses to his blood-soaked head, whispering softly for him to come back to her.

It felt like it took hours to get to her grandparents’ home.  Every time Emmett glanced back at Renesmee in the mirror, his eyes silently begged for forgiveness.  He truly feared they were too late.

When they arrived back at home, Emmett skidded to a stop and before he could even exit the car, Carlisle and Jasper were pulling the door open.  Emmett gathered Jacob up once again, noticing how still he was.

Alice and Bella stood nearby, both their faces etched in horror.  Alice hated that this was the vision she had seen.  Renesmee saw the look on her face when she climbed out of her car.  “He’s not dead,” she announced stoically, as she blasted past them.

Bella tried to catch up to her daughter as she raced through the house.  She had seen her blood soaked clothes and feared Renesmee had been injured too.  “Renesmee, wait!” Bella called as she grabbed for her hand.

Renesmee tried to yank free of her mother’s grasp.  “Mom, let me go!” she demanded.

“I need to make sure you’re okay…”

“I have to be with Jacob,” she cried out as she twisted away from Bella’s worried gaze.

Renesmee burst through the examining room door in time to see Carlisle and her father covering Jacob with a sheet.  Her eyes grew wide in horror, her worst fear realized.  And before she could say anything, she collapsed on the floor as everything went dark.

“Renesmee!”