AN: So sorry for all those spelling mistakes on the previous fanfiction! I just saw it and I was like, "Whoa! Was my spell-check high or somethin'?" Anyway, here it is as promised.

Ok, so I'm still one review short, but since I am a nice person (and since I'm impatient to see your opinion about the ending) here it is. Please don't disappoint me and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: Ya'll know what goes here, right? Good.

Bella, with the help of Edward, locked us in the basement.

No joke.

Whilst we await our freedom from our loving wives (who will berate us even more, trust me), here is why Nessie was not lost and/or kidnapped:

She went to find Bella and Edward.

Really! That little kid planned on walking to Seattle (where Edward had been studying, thus where the dance was being held) to show him how utterly wonderful his two brothers were at dancing. Or, more precisely, at dancing ballet.

Yup, kid's lost her mind, that's for sure.

Anyway, while Edward, was driving, he heard her thoughts (she was replying our dance 'recital' unfortunately, so Edward saw the whole thing). Edward, shocked at what in the world we were doing, stopped the car immediately. After a few moments of extensive listening and sharing bewildered expressions with Bella (who unfortunately, also got to witness the whole event), he got the whole story and was able to locate where Renesmee was.

Bella was plenty mad, let me tell you. This entire explanation was given to Jazz and I through the throwing and thrusting of chairs and tables and one stiletto heel (that hit me on the forehead. OUCH!).

Then Bella, screaming her lungs out, told us that we better get away or we were going to. We didn't here the end of the sentence. We had already begun scrambling for our lives. We did not hesitate to oblige and followed her orders: we got away. We ran into the first door we saw and fell down the stairs and into the basement. Both Bella and Edward's faces appeared and they had the same evil looks. (Edward was angry, too, but he let Edward handle us. Vampire women (and maybe women in general) are more ferocious, did you know that?) Then they locked the door and I felt the shudder of when the iron closed over door, too.

Our means of escape was locked safely away, and neither me nor Jazz had any idea when anyone would come to free us. I was sure Bella and Edward had gone home.

Talk about ungrateful. I mean, Jazz and I had sacrificed our time to look after their daughter.

I think me and Jasper have both learned our lesson from this experience:

Think twice before you do someone another favor.

Whew! And it's OVER! C'mon you have to review at least!

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