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THE black Mercedes sped down Bella's street at the speed of light, almost a complete contrast to the homey and silent aesthetic of Forks that they all knew so well. Margo held onto Jacob tightly as the wind whipped through her hair. She silently wished that Bella would be okay, but that was like asking for a miracle.
Jacob insisted that he stay behind at Bella's house, just to wait for Charlie to return home after a long night at the station. Despite Margo hoping that he'd get some sleep, she wasn't up for starting an argument with him after they had one too many this whole evening. She ran inside the small house, realizing the door had been open for longer than usual, and the house was now filled with cold air. Margo tugged on her rain jacket and grabbed her keys, bounding down the front steps.
She ran to her van parked idly in the driveway, yanking the door open and turning on the ignition immediately. It was at this time, as she stuck the key in the ignition, that Margo noticed Jacob was nowhere in sight. She didn't see him walk inside Bella's house, if that's what he did. She tossed her head around, looking for him outside.
Eventually, Margo soon locked stares with a pair of glowing, brown eyes, hidden beneath the bushes of Bella's house. She stopped in her place, hand hovering over her keys. Margo knew it was Jacob, but the thought that her boyfriend was out there, his auburn fur shining beneath the moon, made her feel indifferent. But she guessed, this was the image she'd have to get accustomed to. With a wave of her hand, Margo drove away.
•••
Margo's back hit the door once she shut it as quietly as possible. She breathed out a sigh of relief before rubbing at her eyes. It was only seven o'clock, but the events that happened at Bella's house left Margo feeling exhausted. With a low huff, she tugged off her rain jacket and placed it on the hook. Margo dropped her keys on the table beside the front door and began to tip-toe past the kitchen to her room.
But then she heard a voice clear their throat.
Margo jumped out of her skin. The light in the kitchen turned on instantly, awakening Margo from her sleepy trance. In the kitchen, she spotted her aunt sitting at the table, a cup of coffee resting in her palms. Jenny was still wearing her scrubs, and they looked rather uncomfortable. A note sat on the table near her hands.
Before Margo could say a word, Jenny plucked the note from the table, reading out loud, "Dear Jenny, I'll be at Bella's house. I've left right after school and should be home in about an hour. I promise I won't be going to any forests. See you later. Love, Mar." Jenny's narrowed eyes moved to her niece, petrified in the doorway.
Margo moved into the kitchen. "You seem angry."
"I am way past angry, Margaret," Jenny spat, and the name caused Margo to cringe. "I got home at five. Where have you been this whole time?"
