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It took us nearly two days to get to Phoenix, Arizona. By the time we got there, I was relieved to just be out of the car. Alice had only allowed us to stop when it was necessary, and basically demanded we take minimal bathroom breaks. So Bella and I had to quickly figure out how to sync up our bathroom schedules.
We quickly made our way up to the room Alice and Jasper procured, it was a suit with two queen sized beds and a living area. Way nicer than any hotel I'd ever stayed in growing up. I so badly wanted to call Emmett, to check in on him and see what progress they were making at catching James and Victoria, but I knew I couldn't. I wouldn't want to risk distracting him when his life is already in danger.
I was lying on one of the queen beds, scrolling through the many texts Paul had left me. He'd called a few times already since we'd been gone, but I'd let them all go to voicemail. I had little desire to listen to him lecture me, again. But, he'd now filled my phone up with worried texts so I suppose now was as good a time as any.
Dialing his number, I put the phone up to my ear and waited for him to answer. It only took him two and a half rings to pick up. "Liv," He breathed through the line and I didn't need to see him to know he was feeling immense relief. "Where are you? Are you okay?"
I let out a breath and let my eyes fall closed, I hated lying. And doing so to Paul was no exception. So, I avoided the outright ones. "I'm in Phoenix with Bella."
"Phoenix? Why the hell would you go to Phoenix?"
"Bella and Edward broke up and she fled Forks, I had to help talk some sense into her. Poor Charlie was heartbroken when she left," I explained, cringing at the lies spewing out of my mouth.
Paul let out a breath, "okay. Just, be careful? And come home soon."
I couldn't help but smile a little at his worrying. Paul had always been one of my best friends, and it was nice to know that even now he worried about me. "I will, promise." And with that I hung up, letting the phone plop down on my chest.
Talking to Paul did nothing to dampen my urge to call Emmett. In fact, after talking to Paul I wanted to call Emmett even more. I missed him so much it was crazy. If I didn't know he was my literal soulmate, I'd feel crazy for how much I miss him.
My heart skipped as I let that thought sink in. I hadn't fully processed it since he told me two days ago in the car but, now I could. Emmett Cullen was my freaking soulmate. It was insane, but it made so much sense too. I wanted to talk to him about it, ask him what it meant for us, our future. I so badly wished my mom were here to talk to about it, to ask her advice.
Would I have to become a vampire now? It's not something I ever thought I'd want, even now the idea seems off-putting. I don't want to be stuck a sixteen, almost seventeen, year-old girl forever. Maybe I'd wait awhile and see how I felt? It wasn't like we were in a rush, Emmett quite literally had eternity and I still wanted to experience so many things--so many human things.
