Waking up the next morning, something was wrong. I just knew it was. I went to the bathroom and did my normal face routine, carefully avoiding my nose, which was still sore.
It wasn't broken at least, but it hurt like a bitch.
Dad was already at work, never once having wavered from his routine, so I assumed it was Bells who went outside when I heard the front door close. There were no steps inside the house, which just confirmed my suspicion.
After eating cereal and scrolling on my phone a bit, I realized it had been a while since Bells had left the house. I walked into outside, wanting to see if maybe she had gone with the car somewhere, but the truck was still here.
I pulled out my phone and called her, but there was no answer. She always had her phone on her, and usually always answered. A nasty feeling settled into my stomach, and I called Jasper.
My world started to spin when the automated voice told me the number I dialed was out of service. I just kept dialing and redialing. I couldn't see straight anymore and I couldn't think. My own breathing was too loud.
This wasn't happening. There was no way. It was impossible.
I manage to get into the truck, and start driving. I'm on auto-pilot, but am not surprised when I pull up to the Cullen home. I stumble out and make my way to the door.
I only trip once.
I make it to the door, and bang on it. I don't care if I'm being loud or annoying. I can't see and it takes me a minute to realize why.
I crying. There are so many tears streaming down my face that I'm surprised I didn't realize it sooner.
I wipe my face, making no difference, and try knocking on the door, knowing I'll get no answer.
So lost in my own thoughts, I don't realize that the door swings open until I fall onto the floor.
I move inside the living room and process what is around me. Nothing. There is furniture missing, as well as sheets over others that are meant to stay for a while. It's empty. No sign of life inside anywhere. If you didn't know any better, you would say that no one has lived here for years.
My legs give out from under me as I finally take in what has happened.
They left. They are gone. It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
I just didn't understand why there was no warning. It took less than a night for them to pack up their lives and leave.
Jasper didn't even come to say goodbye. The man that I was slowly falling for, and he left me without so much as note. No explanation.
Oh god. Bella.
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I park horribly in the spot in front of the house, since the driveway was filled with other people, some that I couldn't even name. I jump down and run to my dad, who appears to have just come out from the forest behind our house.
He sees me and there is relief clear on his face. He raced to meet me and wastes no time in explaining where he thought Bells was.
"I thought you were with her."
I shake my head and look towards the trees. Search parties were out looking for her, and it felt weird to not being doing anything, but getting in the way would make things worse.
I had been gone basically all day, having the same mental breakdown I'm sure Bells was having right now and I wasn't there for her. She walked right into is as well this morning.
I hear a shout and realize they found her. They bring her into the house and straight into our room.
They try to talk to her, but knowing exactly what this was about, I ushered everyone out of the room. I closed the door, and sat right there on the bed with Bells.
She sat up and leaned on me as I leaned against the bed frame. We didn't have to say a word, both of us knowing exactly what the other was going through.
The problem was, neither of us knew how we were going to keep going.
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