BPOV
Cautiously, I parked my wheezing truck to a halt in Charlie's front drive. I sat in my truck, sucked into my own world, when it hit me.
Charlie.
There was no chance I would be able to get past him with a third of my face bandaged up.
I physically despised any form of fuss or pity; I just found it so embarrassing. It's bizarre to think that most people desire to be the centre of attention. I go partially insane if someone even fusses the slightest bit. That's probably the only good thing about not living with Renee, she was so fucking flappy. It really got on my nerves at times. On the other hand, Charlie barely sheds a flake of fuss. It is his beautiful gift. But I had a feeling he would be worried this time; the wounds were worse than they had ever been. Hopefully he will process the fact that I'm so impossibly clumsy.
I warily climbed out of the cab and trailed over to the front door. I hesitated outside and sucked in a nervous breath. Time to face the music. As quietly as I could I eased the door open. I kept my eyes pinned to the linoleum floor and edged my way into the kitchen. Suddenly, my feet met a pair of holey socks. I sighed deeply, and looked up.
"Bella, where the fuck have you been? Oh my god, what happened to you? Did someone do this to you? I'll set Jacob on whoever did it…"
"DAD! Shut up a second. No one did this to me, I fell over at Jake's garage and fell flat on my face. Dad you know what I'm like." I babbled. I despised lying, especially to Charlie, but if you're hooked up with Jake, It's a thing you have to become an expert at. His panicked first impression slowly passed from his face.
"Well… Why didn't you call me? And who bandaged you up?" He grumbled.
"My phone ran out of juice. And there was a uh… nearby Doctor who helped me out." At least the last bit was pretty much true.
"Oh… that was pretty nice, what was his name?"
"I uh… didn't quite catch his name. Are you going to let me go and do my homework, or is the interrogation still not over?" I mumbled.
"Oh uh sorry." He muttered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. I made my way over to the stairs. And he caught my shoulder.
"Are you sure you're alright?" He searched for my eyes, but I looked away to conceal the tears that were beginning to dew around my eyes.
"Yeah." I whispered shakily. I tried to turn again, but he kept his hand on my shoulder.
"Bells?" He asked.
"Yes dad?"
"Be careful."
"Yes dad."
A tiny smile played on my lips as I made my way back up the stairs. Maybe it wasn't that bad to be loved.
I collapsed on my bed, exhausted by my devastating day. The area around my abdomen was slowly starting to feel more and more painful. I whipped out my phone from my pocket to reveal an urgently flashing screen explaining I had ten missed calls and four new messages.
All ten of the calls were from Jake.
I wearily listened to the messages. De Ja Vu pounded aggressively through my mind as I listened to the messages. He always softened like butter, a few hours after a fight. He begs me for forgiveness kisses me, tells me I'm sorry, and if it's over phone and I don't reply, Jake starts to get edgy again. Sometimes it feels as if I know Jake better than his own father. He was very predictable.
"Bella it's me, Jake. I'm so fucking sorry, you know what I'm like, how I get. You know I can't help it. You have to forgive me, I didn't mean any of it. I love you."
"Come on Bells answer your phone, I'm getting worried, hope you're ok honey. Please don't tell anyone it was me. Love you."
"You're starting to piss me off now Bella. I know your there, answer the fucking phone you selfish cow."
"Isabella. If you don't contact me in the next five minutes, you will regret it."
I glanced at what time the final message was sent, my heart thudding wildly. He had left the message four minutes ago. I had one minute to contact him. I loaded up a text rapidly and stabbed out a short, life-saving text.
Jake I'm here now,
Don't be angry
B x
He replied within seconds.
Good. Did you
tell anyone?
JB
Obviously, that was far more important than my health, I sighed heavily and swiftly replied.
You know I
Didn't Jacob.
B x
Good. Meet
Me tomorrow
At 7:00 am
La Push beach.
Don't be late.
JB
The meeting sounded horridly sinister. I suddenly realised that tomorrow was Monday, thank goodness.
Sorry, can't,
Got school.
B x
Skip class.
JB
Oh how could I forget, you don't get an education when Jacob Black is your boyfriend. Or a social life. Or, for that matter, a single glimmer of life. Whatever this meeting was, I did not like the sound of it a single bit. He would worm the truth out of me somehow, I just knew it. And I would face the eternal consequence.
Right ok.
See you
B x
I was so shattered, I couldn't take my clothes off. I just fell asleep, sprawled on top of my bed.
I was in an extremely thick forest. Ferns sprouted from the ground as far as the eye could see. Trees towered endlessly above me head, drops of water plopped sourly onto my nose. It was uncomfortably dark, and I knew I was lost. I stumbled over roots and branched, desperate to find any source of light. And suddenly he was there.
An angel of such enticing beauty. Glittering emeralds for eyes, his bronzy hair, gently tousled. It was Edward Cullen. He walked closer and closer towards me, a crooked smile upon his features. I leaned out to touch his radiant face…
I sat bolt upright, my hair sticking to the back of my neck. I was petrified by my unusual dream. But it wasn't my dream that shocked me. What shocked me was there was a slender figure in the shadowed corner of my room.
The figure was Edward Cullen.
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