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『 CHAPTER xiii: "HEY BATTER-BATTER SWING" ! 』

A MOMENT OF NEARNESS ENAMORES the fifteen-year old princess living in the two story home, her castle, her prison. The house is a prison because it now houses more inhabitants than it has for a long time, because it makes her doubt her fate, her viewing of herself as some epic hero. She's a self-proclaimed princess who's titles were stubbornness and cynicism and an morbid obsession with her impending death — that's what the princess ruled over. Months ago, she didn't have a sister. Months ago, she didn't even have her mother living in the same state. Months ago, she didn't have painful bruises and weird magic running through her veins that physically drained her each time she used it.Now, she had many things like that sister she never really had and not only a mother who was back in the same state, but a mother who lived in the same home as her. It was all a moment of nearness, even if some things don't go as planned, as hoped. Even when June was alone in her room with her dog and the quiet hum of seventies music playing.

But most of all, months ago, she wasn't in Port Angeles by the pier with Rosalie Hale — the day was gloomy and dark as it could be. The clouds rolled over like thick halloween spiderweb decorations, otherwise dull, but the blond next to her was transcendent. Rosalie had a beauty that was nostalgia and melancholy rolled in one walking girl. She was once made to be Edward's mate, though Edward had told her that Rosalie was too vain and shallow for him. June could imagine why — Rosalie's smiles were quaint but they could make someone in the area sigh with content. She's so beautiful, she makes any painting any renowned artist has ever made look like a kindergartner's drawing. Her blond hair was too lovely to be just blond, nothing compared to June's own dirty blond locks that were always too honey colored to be fully pretty. But Rosalie's sadness, June thinks, has to do with June herself. She can tell the way Rosalie will stare at her for a moment too long, the way her face falls a bit more and the smile is always too forced.

"I'm really glad you called, June." Rosalie chimes as she holds onto the railing of the pier, waking her from her thoughts.

   June looks to the older girl, blinking. "I figured a hang out was long overdue." She smiled. "I didn't want you to think I didn't mean it when I said I forgave you."

Rosalie nods, "If you didn't forgive me I would understand."

June shakes her head, "I could never stay angry with you. I understand the danger, both me and Bella bring to your family, with the secrecy and all."

"June, you don't bring danger," Rosalie speaks softly but says then more firmer. "Your sister, however ... for your sake I wish I could say the same."

June looks at her, "Do you hate my sister?"

Rosalie looks like she was prepared for someone to ask her that question. "I could never hate anyone. Not anymore, maybe when I was human ..." She trails off.

"Bella won't say a word," June promises. "She loves your brother with all she has—"

Rosalie cuts her off with an airy laugh, looking back out at the sea beyond them. "Love ... Bella cannot love Edward, June." She says with a shake of her head. "You say you understand the danger but I don't think you do. Juniper, we're not human. Loving a human is as fickle as loving a flower. Eventually, it dies."

June isn't convinced. She may not have known Bella for many years but she's grown extremely fond and even loves her older sister since she arrived in Forks and changed June's abysmal life with her presence and the life she brought June into by extension through herself. June knew Bella was in love. She could see it in the way she looked at Edward, the way she looked at him when he was looking away and even when he was looking straight at her. If that wasn't love, she didn't know what was.

"I don't think you give them enough credit, Rosie." June says with a small sigh. "He loves her something fierce."

Rosalie hums, "I've spent almost an entire century with Edward and my family. Of course Emmett and I would leave on occasion, alone." She informs with a wistful look. "I want to believe you, when you say they're in love. But in the years I've known Edward, he's only ever loved one."

June's curiosity was finding its way into her skin like the bruises she had, "One?"

"I actually don't know if he loved her," Rosalie then says, more quiet. "But he cared for her a great deal."

June doesn't know why the name burns in her mind. She doesn't know if it's true. She doesn't know if it's the right thing to say, "Was her name Melanie?"

Rosalie shoots her eyes up, the golden bright irises striking her with confusion before the sadness awoke in her eyes and she asked, "Where did you — hear that name?"

"Edward told me."

"What did he say?" Rosalie pressed.

"That your family helped her. She was a Quileute girl."

"A Quileute girl ..." Rosalie murmurs.

"She wasn't?" June frowned, her blue eyes staring right back at her.

"Melanie was much more than just another Quileute girl," Rosalie spoke with a smile, but cynical in the highest. Her golden eyes seem cloudy. "Melanie was my best friend in nineteen-thirty-seven. I never would've met her had we not came to Forks ... you see, I was still very new to this life. I had just turned Emmett, he was mauled by a bear and well, there was something about him, you know? Life has not been kind to me, June, in many ways. But it gave me Emmett who I never knew I needed, and who strangely enough, needed me too. And Melanie."

June looks at Rosalie, hearing the rawness in her voice that she hadn't heard since she started talking to the girl, "What was she like?" She says in a voice barely above a whisper.

"If my family and I are the epitome of death, then Melanie was life." Rosalie says after a moment. "She was young, too. Sixteen. I was only five years into my new life and I felt eternal, frozen. Melanie thawed me, I suppose."

"Edward said you were her best friend."

Rosalie tightens her grip on the handle in front of them, looking down. "She was the very best of me." She agrees softly. "Melanie saw me for who I was, who I wished I stayed like; the Rosalie Hale from nineteen thirty-three. Human. Perfect."

"You cared for her, too."

"I saved her life," Rosalie informs. "The first time anyway. That's how I met her — she was gonna jump off the cliffs of the Reservation. I was hunting, I heard the crying. She kept sobbing, don't make me marry him, please don't make me ... I knew later she was asking your tribe spirits for help. They didn't listen. But I did."

"She —was gonna jump?" June echoes shakily, wondering how bad it must've been that Melanie Capote didn't want to marry Ephraim Black.

Rosalie nodded, slowly. "They were gonna make her marry that horrible man. He didn't love her — he just wanted to own her." She paused, the words angering her. "Melanie told Edward and I everything, how they were forcing her and how ... the treaty was clear, Carlisle warned us of the consequences but I knew we couldn't just leave her to marry him. Edward got her one night, she came willingly."

"That's why they hate your family." June felt immensely dumb for not realizing it sooner. "Because of some stupid treaty they think you broke. The one you broke for her."

"I would've done it a thousand times over," Rosalie says fiercely. "If it would have a different outcome."

June knew what that meant. Melanie was long dead. Edward had said well enough. This grudge didn't even matter because she was dead. "Edward told me how she wanted to become like you."

"Carlisle would have none of it," Rosalie clenched her jaw, looking straight. "He knew that surely there would be a war then. So she went back ... Edward says it was berries she ate but I don't believe that. Melanie wouldn't have killed herself, not after us. She would never have left us."

"You think – you think they killed her?" June swallowed thickly, the question rising.

Rosalie looks like she wants to say yes but she remembers the words Carlisle had told her, how they couldn't upset the tribe and telling June that she knew that the Quileute's most likely killed Melanie as punishment for leaving them, for abandoning her duty and consorting with the likes of Rosalie's family.

"It doesn't really matter what I think." Rosalie ends up saying lightly.

June looks back at the ocean, "I'm sorry."

Rosalie looks to her, "Why?"

"Because you lost your best friend?"

"Why would you be sorry though? You didn't kill her."

"No, I know," June seems stumped. "It's just what you say though, when someone loses someone."

Rosalie blinks, a habit. Then her angelically sculpted face softens, "Oh, then that's kind."

June laughs a little, and it makes Rosalie ease up. "You've been a vamp for too long; you're forgetting human courtesies, Rose."

          "I guess I have," Rosalie muses. "But one of the few good things this life I have has granted me," She takes June's hand and dreads the way her own hand feels warm. "Is second chances. I want us, very much, to be friends, Juniper."

June feels it might be an impossibly large hole to fill. The hole that was empty by the death of Melanie Capote — June wondered how, a being who was long dead, could've been such an enigma that her memory hurt two vampires who weren't scared of each day that passed because it was they would remain while the whole world changed? June had enough on her shoulders to worry about being some kind of legend before she died. Her obituary would most likely say Forks High Cheerleader, daughter of Chief Swan, sister and friend and another dead Quileute girl. She was selfish in thinking of surpassing Melanie's memory, in being a better best friend for Rosalie, for the girl was deader than dead and never did a thing to June.

"I don't think I could ever, you know, fill whatever hole in your heart that Melanie did, Rosalie." June admits honestly.

"June," Rosalie says her name, impossibly soft. "Your life itself fills that hole — Melanie wasn't like us, she never got this curse we do. She's like you. Human. Perfect. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you ..."

June feels impossibly small then, "Rosalie—"

"Don't discredit yourself," The blonde orders more than says, it's a firm sentence. She smiles her stunning smile and cups June's face. "You're really full of life, June. You don't know how much happiness you've brought my family, my brother and I."

"Bella's the one who makes Edward happy." June says loftily. "I'm just the little sister, the eternal third wheel."

         Rosalie laughs and it's such a nice sound to hear. "Oh, June. You're not just anything." She shakes her head, then her eyes light up a bit. "You know, there's a storm coming tomorrow in Forks — my family and I  are going to play baseball. You should come, play or just be there."

June thinks about it, "Only if Bella can come, too."

Rosalie seems displeased by the fifteen year olds utter loyalty to her older sister, but nevertheless she nods a bit and says, "Edward surely invited her by now."

"Then sure." June smiles grandly. "I mean, I hate to brag but I played little league between ages eight and eleven and well, let's just say I was the best benchwarmer."

Rosalie hums and her smile is the same marvelous sight as always when she says, very emotional she would add, "I'm really glad we've gotten close, June."

"Me too, Rosie." June beams, careful to not get so choked up. I'm gonna die ... what will she do then?

The whole ride home is just simple chatting and Rosalie telling her about all the jazz music she had heard live and on record over the years, which causes June's eyes to turn all starry and her breath to hitch in her throat. June tells her all about her childhood and how she'd dress up like red riding hood when she was about four and run all over the Reservation with a wicker basket that her grandma Iris made her with Jacob following her, growling at those who June commanded be threatened if no cookies were placed in her basket. Rosalie tells her about her human life, how her little brothers were so young and Rosalie was always so caught up in her mother's ambition and how she wished she had more time with them, but tells her she followed up with them as they got older and apparently she still had some great-grand nephews and nieces living in Rochester. Rosalie dropped her off at her house, waving at her with a grand smile June was elated to bring to her face.

June said a quick hello to Bella who was on the couch in the living room, doing homework while she rushed upstairs and was greeted by Patrick Verona. "Hey boy! Come on, let's take you for a bathroom break, good sir."

Patrick barked happily.

               June looked out the window on her way out the door; the storm was coming.

•—•—•—•

JUNE WAS HAPPILY WEARING THE BOOTS that Charlie got her, some hiking ones for when she wanted to take Patrick Verona on treks through the woods from some sight seeing and exercise and whatnot and she knew it was because Charlie was already eyeing her beautiful son to be trained for hunting. June modeled them in the mirror in the hallway while her dad cleaned his shotgun on the kitchen table, much to her dismay. Patrick was eating near the kitchen and Daphne was cooking something by the stove and draining some pasta in the sink. It scared her how natural it all felt. Family time. In her young mind, she wished for this when she had those moments of nearness. The moments of doubt. She wanted the full house and the dog and the older sister and the cooking mom and the working dad — it was a utterly simple and settling vision, multiple variations could've made from it, the working mom and the cooking dad but the dog and the sister always stayed the same. June finally had all the pieces of her million piece puzzle life falling in place.

And a pair of new boots.

"Told you she'd love 'em." Charlie spoke smugly as he took a sip of his beer, tipping it to her mom.

               Daphne rolled her eyes, looking back to her daughter who was stomping away happily. "To be honest, I thought you were buying them for yourself." She laughed a bit. "But I guess ..."

"She loves them!" Charlie says, then turns to June who's preoccupied with her boots. "June-Bug, you love them right?"

June beamed, "A million times yes!"

Charlie smirks smugly.

Her mom rolls her eyes again. "I get it, I get. You're the Chief." She said as she pecked his lips and smacked his chest. "You know these things."

"Don't forget it, darling." Charlie winked at Daphne.

June shook her head, her nose scrunched in disgust but the joy was in her eyes, "Kids in the room!"

Bella laughed by the counter, helping Daphne with dinner as she cut up some vegetables that her mom was making their dad eat. She seemed to finally remember because she said, "Uh, Dad?" Bella spoke up, getting his attention as she set another beer for their dad in front of him. "Do you think June and I could skip this dinner?"

Charlie frowned firstly, still cleaning his gun, "Why?"

June smirks to herself. Daphne knows, too and smiles as they watch Bella fluster, "Actually, the answer leads to another question: can I go on a date with Edward Cullen?" She asks quickly.

Their dad looks to the awaiting face of Bella, the amused face of June and the proud look on Daphne's. Charlie furrows his brows, "Ain't he a little old for you?"

June hides a giggle with a cough.

"He's seventeen, I'm seventeen." Bella rebukes. She shifts from foot to foot. "He's ... right outside."

Charlie seems to ponder it for a moment before he nods, blowing into his shotgun. "Alright," He decides to Bella's joy. He snaps his gun shut. "Bring him in."

"Can you be nice?" Bella asks, hopeful, going to open the door but stops. "He's really important."

Their dad makes a gesture of having a halo around his head and Bella nods, finally going over to open the door. Daphne comes over to their dad and gives him a warning, "Be nice, Charlie Swan." She warns with a pointing finger to him.

Charlie raises his hands in surrender and June grins widely as Edward walks into the room, respectively nodding to Daphne and Charlie, "Chief Swan, Mrs. Swan, I'd like to formally introduce myself I'm Edward Cullen."

Naturally, Daphne speaks first. "Please, it's Daphne," She tells him. "And the pleasure is ours, right Charlie?"

"Yes, yeah, how's it going Edward?" Charlie shakes the hand that Edward has outstretched, covered by a glove.

"Good, good. Chief, Bella and June won't be out too late they're just gonna play baseball with my family and me." Edward's voice is the epitome of what some actor on television playing a boyfriend should sound like when they meet their significant others parents.

Daphne looked to June, "Well, that sounds fun."

"Bella's gonna play baseball?" Charlie asks rhetorically while Edward nods. Their dad laughed a bit. "Yeah, wish you good luck with that." He looks to June, smiling. "And careful with her, she's got a little league trophy, mind leave y'all in the dust."

June beamed, "High School Musical 2 taught me."

"They'll be fine." Edward promised.

Edward and Bella said their goodbyes to Charlie and Daphne while June stayed back a moment to smile at her mother who was grinning widely, "How cute." Daphne said in a hushed tone.

"I know!" June nodded enthusiastically. Charlie grumbled but hugged her tight while she kissed him on the cheek. She hugged her dog who licked her face, giggling. "See ya later, Patrick my boy."

Patrick barked.

June went to hug her mom, Daphne was still shaken visibly by the show of magic that her daughter had displayed but held her close, "Be safe." She says to her. "Love you."

June nodded, giving her a fleeing glance. She grabbed her coat and rushed out the door, smiling at her boots as she takes the steps two at a time. Her dirty blond hair that was pulled in two french braids her mom made her flew behind her as Charlie and Daphne wave at her from the door. Edward helps Bella into a jeep that she recognizes as Emmett's and smiles when Edward opens the back door for her as well, blinking at how pretty her wide blue eyes looked particularly in that moment. He cleared his throat as the fifteen year old jumped in the back of the jeep and clicked on her seatbelt. Edward got in to drive and they peeled out of the Swan girls two story castle and drove towards where his family awaited them.

                 June had a grand smile on her face when they parked, looking at the wide green field passing the waterfall that was before them. Bella and Edward held hands in front of June while she marveled at the scenery. How she wished she would've brought Patrick Verona — he would've had a field day, literally, running around the wide open space of this clearing. The Cullen's are all there, Rosalie grins brightly and falters a bit when she sees Bella but Carlisle shoots her a warning look that has her yanking a bat from Jasper who had just been flipping it around while Alice threw a baseball up in the air.

"June! Bella!" Esme greets as they approach, the Cullen matriarch smiling grandly. "Oh, I'm glad you're both here — we could use some alternating umpires."

"She thinks we cheat!" Emmett laughs, greeting June by picking her up and putting her on his shoulders. "Good thing June's here — need somebody to vouch for me."

June giggles breathlessly, "Em, put me down! Or I'll tell everyone when you do cheat."

Emmett obliges, swiftly setting her down. He ruffles her hair and winks to his mother, "When have I cheated?"

"The question is when haven't you cheated?" Esme replies with a playful warning at her adoptive son. She looks back at the sisters. "Who's Umpire first?"

"Thanks but you wound me, Mrs. C." June smirks and rubs her hands together. "I'm taking a shot and hitting that baseball like it has the face of Fredrick McKinney who pushed me from the swings in fourth grade."

Esme looks a bit surprised but nods, a laugh escaping her lips. "Alright then. Bella's the Umpire." She decides. "Call them like you see them, Bella."

Bella looks a little nervous, "Okay."

The game begins with Emmett and Edward at the bases furthest out and Alice the pitcher in the center of the makeshift diamond. Esme is front of Bella and behind Rosalie who grips the bat tightly, ready. Carlisle and Jasper stand beside June as they watch. Thunder claps around the sky and Alice meets all of them with a cheery smile.

"ITS TIME!" Alice announced. She kicks her leg into the air and tosses the ball once she sets it back down.

Rosalie hits the ball as soon as another clap of thunder rings out and June hears Bella voice out loudly the same thing she was thinking, their strength couldn't be pacified on any normal day except when there was thunder to cancel out the deafening whip of the ball connecting with the surface of the bats metal.

"GO ROSIE!" June claps, and Jasper offers to pick her up to see as Edward runs after the ball. June's on his shoulders clapping. "WOOO!! BRING IT HOME BABY!"

"Edward's very fast," Esme chimes with amusement.

June furrows her brows just as she hears the whistling of the ball slice through the air and Esme catch it just before Rosalie slides to the home base.

"You're out." Bella says with a wince.

"OUT! WOO!" Emmett hollers. Rosalie gets up slowly, angrily, right in her older sisters face, with Emmett sighing across the fields and yelling, "Babe, come on! It's just a game!"

June taps Jasper's shoulder and he bends down wordlessly and she hops off of his shoulders and rushes over to Rosalie, "Nice run, Angel face." She chimes and Rosalie winks at her.

It's Carlisle's turn and he delivers the same crushing sound of the bat that has Edward and Emmett jumping up high in the air at the same time and knocking into each other. It goes on for a bit, Emmett climbing up trees to get the ball with Rosalie haughtily commenting how handsome her husband was and Bella fawning over the way Edward outraced everyone's batting skills. Jasper and Alice share little looks here and there that have the pixie looking girl sending curve balls when it's his time to bat — it goes on until Esme waves her over.

"June's batting!" Esme announces.

"We'll go easy on you, Junie!" Emmett calls out.

June rolls her eyes with laughter as she takes the bat from Carlisle that he hands her and tests out the swing of it. Alice smiles to her as she kicks her leg in the air and tosses the ball with not as much force as she would've with her family. Amazingly, though, and frighteningly to June — the ball is met with the same deafening crunch against the metal as it would've with any Cullen member. Everyone's momentarily too engrossed in how June was able to hit the ball so hard that she drops the bat when she feels her hands start glowing and her bruises start to feel tender, the ball flying into the forest behind them. June can only stare at Alice's features which fall immensely, her golden eyes blown with terror.

"STOP!"

That was it, really. The moment of nearness, of darkness and the moment where all the Cullen's acted in such a rapid speed. Edward was in front of Bella and she in an instant, muttering them to have their hair down but June's too paralyzed to, all she can see is the steam from the rainfall and the people — three to be exact — coming from the brush of the forest at rapid speed and the reason June feels her bones and the bruises on her skin hurting more and more.

Rosalie is by her side in an instant, "June, here let me." She says quickly as she softly takes the braids out of her hair and releases the blonde mess of June's locks down. "Don't say a word, hold my hand, stay behind me."

June can only nod, her breathing quickening as she glances to Bella who's just as bewildered as her. Bella mouthed, it's okay. June doubted it was. They began talking, Carlisle, telling the three people — a woman and two men, the woman's bright red hair cursing her mind and reminding her of the painted canvas she has hiding under her bed — how their hunting activities had caused a mess for them. Their eyes are unlike the molten gold of the Cullen's, or the black she's seen when they're hungry, theirs are a deep burgundy that borders on the color of the blood they've spilled. They introduce themselves. The mocha skinned vampire named Laurent hummed in surprise, his voice interested at their permanent residence there. The red headed woman told them how the humans were tracking them, but they led them east. June can see how Edward eyes the blonde haired man with a ponytail named James, warily, reading his mind no doubt. The woman, Victoria shes introduced as, tells them they should be safe.

"—thank you." Carlisle responds in faux appreciation and nods to them, his voice calm.

"So, do you have room for three more players?" Laurent asks with a airy voice. The silence takes over. "Oh, just one game wouldn't hurt?"

Carlisle responds, "Sure. Few of us were leaving, you could take their place." He says. Then Jasper tosses the ball to them but the redhead catches it, talking about how she had a wicked curveballs and June thought it was fitting to describe the woman with blood red eyes. "Shall we?"

Laurent and Victoria laugh and nod, going over to get in place but the blonde one, James, stays behind as he and Edward have some testosterone fueled stare down. June feels her blood chill. He finally begins to turn and Rosalie tugs June's hand, gesturing her to follow, but she feels the hair on her neck stand up when she hears a hiss and the wind blow Bella's hair all over the place. James sniffs, shutting his eyes and opening them to black colored irises. scrutinizing Bella and June, his nostrils flaring.

A swift rigidity fell on all of them as James lurched one step forward into a crouch. Edward bared his
teeth, crouching in defense, a feral snarl ripping from his throat.

"What's this?" Laurent asks astounded, looking at June and Bella. "Humans?"

"Not all human." Victoria's eyes flicker on June who's stiffened by her gaze. Rosalie's hand tightens around June's and Carlisle blinks down his surprise. Edward's features fall immediately and he looked down to June with solemn dread. Laurent takes heed of the redheads words and James as well, though James had his eyes on Bella only, "This ones the snack."

Edwards growl is deafening. Carlisle speaks, "They're with us— they're apart of my family." Bella's face is touched by the doctors words but June is only focused on the fact that James was still looking at her sister like she was a buffet. The Cullen's were crouched protectively over them. "They are not to be harmed."

"I see the game is over," Laurent says, backing away with a stiff demeanor. "We will go now." He looks to see James still snarling and hungry. "James."

                June had never been so much in a rush than when Edward muttered something and the next thing she knew, Emmett was carrying her in his arms while they ran in their supernatural speed to the jeep. She was put in the back seat quickly, her eyes wide and frantic, "Rosalie!" She called out, scared.

"June, hey," Rosalie came to her side of the jeep while Edward was arguing with Bella as he wasn't explaining anything. "It's gonna be okay. Everything will be explained soon, just trust me, please?" June didn't think she had much of a choice, she simply nodded her head. Satisfied she looked at Emmett and kissed his lips, "Take care of her."

Emmett nodded as he sat down next to her and Edward peeled out of the clearing with Bella yelling at him, "Edward! What's going on? Tell me, now! Edward! Why did he say June wasn't human—"

"James is a Tracker," Edward said without another word. "The hunt is his obsession, reading his mind only egged him on. He wants you, Bella. He wants to hurt you and June ..." Edward had to take a self preserving breath even though he didn't need the air. "He's never gonna stop. We have to go somewhere safe, we gotta get out of Forks, he's gonna trace your scent anywhere by now—"

"Take me home," Bella grit out. "Turn back."

"I can't do that," Edward dismissed. "I'm getting you away from Forks. I just made this James' most exciting game ever. He's never gonna stop — not until you're both dead, by his hands. So we're heading to my house then we're off, we'll get a ferry to Vancouver."

            June stuttered, words not being able to form in her mouth. "And then what?!" June screamed while Edward was tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "We're not gonna run forever!"

Edward shook his head. "No, you won't." He replied. "That's why we're taking you both far away — then we'll gonna have to kill him."

Emmett nodded in agreement. "It's been a while since I've have a challenge."

"Edward, I said, take me home, now." Bella replied angrily. "You said he'd trace my scent; that's my home, my dads there—"

"Bella, listen to me. You and June will die." Edward hissed. "Now, enough this is not a negotiation."

"My dad is back there, Edward! And my stepmom—"

                  June's eyes widened in the realization and the dread filled up her lungs like she never would've thought. "Take us back!" She cried a little and Emmett could only rubbed her shoulder, she shot up between the seats and cried more. "Edward, please just take us home, the tracker—he'll kill them, you don't understand, I feel it—"

"No, Juniper. You'll die, then." Edward said gravely, dismissing her last words.

"I DON'T CARE!" June yelled at him in her shrieking voice. "WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE THEM! THEY'RE MY PARENTS!"

Edward kept driving and June started crying and it made Emmett wince, "Stop the car, brother." His voice was reasonable. "Let's look at our options, Alice is right behind us, Rose, too."

"I–I want Rose." June sobbed into her hands and Bella reached back to comfort her sister.

She terrified of her mind, she had to get back to her parents, they weren't supposed to die. Only her, she was gonna die. Not them. Not Bella, not anyone. Only her. Finally, Edward slowed and slammed the breaks, glaring at Emmett as he parked the car.

"Edward," a whoosh sounded out and it was Alice, her ethereal face taking away some of June's terror. She reached and pushed June's hair from her face, her tears trapping it to her cheeks. "Emmett's right, Carlisle is already at the house; he's packing things. Rosalie, too. Now, let's just look at our options—"

"There aren't any other options, Alice." Edward grit out.

"We're not leaving my parents!" Bella yelled out.

Edward ignored her but Emmett spoke, "We got to take them back." He said.

"No." Edwards answer was absolute.

June cried more and Alice soothingly shushed her, combing her hair back. "He's no match for us, Edward. He won't touch them, just think about what course you're taking—" Alice went to speak again.

Bella broke her speech by asking, turning in her seat and holding June's. "Does anyone want to hear my plan?"

"No," Edward growled. Alice glared at him, finally provoked.

"Listen," Bella pleaded. "You take us back." She halted to glare at him when he shook his head  but continued. "You take me back. I tell my dad I want to go home to Phoenix. I pack my bags. Have June stay with Esme and Rosalie to watch over my dad and Daphne. You said he wants me more anyway. We wait till this tracker is watching, and then we run. He'll follow us and leave them alone. Charlie won't call the FBI on your family. Then you can take me any damned place you want."

June listened to the words and shook her head, "Bella, no you can't leave me, we can't be apart—!" but Bella only reaches over and pulls her little sister in her arms.

"June, it's for the best." Bella said, teary eyed.

Edward contemplated it, she could see the wheels turn in his head. Everyone looked at him. Suddenly he growled in frustration. "Fifteen minutes to pack everything. Have June stay there with Esme and Rosalie outside at all times — Bella, say anything to convince him I don't care. Fifteen minutes from you walking into the house."

June's older sister nodded solemnly, Bella tightening her grip on June's hand as Alice climbed in the jeep. The Jeep rumbled to life, and he spun them around, the tires squealing. The needle on the speedometer started to race up the dial.

note: rushed ik ik but like,,,,i want twilight over pls. before all y'all heartless bitches start saying why is June crying what a baby,,,STFU she's fifteen and she's scared and she's not in the best mental state and she doesn't give a fuck if she dies she just cares about her sister and her family being in danger—she's scared and it's a realistic thing to cry, it's a emotion. for those asking about updates for the jared cameron fic I have it's coming soon ;---))) I'm gonna get to it but i'm currently held up in the psych ward kinda lol but anyways like if you see jarr development quicker in part two that's okay because we all they get together anyway he imprinted duh. it's just the story of how that everyone wants and me too ;)))