RETURN OF THE WIND : Jacob & Renesmee

59. CHANCE OR DESTINY ?

Jacob

I scribbled down the page.

This is pointless.
̶T̶h̶e ̶l̶a̶s̶t ̶t̶i̶m̶e ̶I ̶s̶a̶w ̶h̶e̶r.
̶N̶o.
̶I̶t'̶s ̶b̶e̶e̶n ̶a ̶m̶o̶n̶t̶h ̶̶s̶i̶n̶c̶e ̶h̶e ̶l̶e̶f̶t a̶n̶d ̶t̶i̶m̶e ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y ̶g̶o̶e̶s ̶o̶n, ̶t̶h̶e ̶l̶a̶s̶t ̶t̶i̶m̶e ̶I ̶s̶a̶̶w ̶h̶e̶r ̶s̶m̶i̶l̶i̶n̶g ̶ ̶f̶̶e̶̶e̶̶l̶s ̶l̶i̶k̶e ̶a ̶d̶e̶c̶a̶d̶e.

I have seen her in a bad shape, but never like this before. I want to help her but how?

̶S̶u̶r̶e ̶s̶h̶e'̶s ̶u̶p̶s̶e̶t ̶a̶n̶d -

My fingers couldn't hold the pen's weight properly as I dropped it and shut off Carlisle's file. My foot tapped against the tile, shaking the table above gently. 

My head spun looking at the rest of the others working on the printed pages and files that Carlisle researched out about?

It's been a month - which seems like no less than forever - since he left. But we have found nothing that could help her? So what does that means would she remain like this the rest of her life? The chest muscle ached at the thought.

My stomach gurgled loudly - hungry and I curl my hands around my stomach.

"Don't starve yourself to death, Jake. Hmh-" Bella gave me a plate with potato stuffed sandwiches as I looked over them with slow blinking eyes. I gnaw slightly at my cheeks - unsure that if I chew the food will it go into me or not ?(most probably not)

"I got a text from Emmette. He's returning Forks tonight, he looked about entire Memphis but Chris is nowhere to be found." Rosalie gave a wiggle at her brows scrolling up and down the phone's screen, idly .

"Did you hear anything from Jasper & Alice, Edward?" Esme asked. 

"They're currently around the city centre of Canada, but. . they haven't found him. . Yet." Edward answered slowly.  

I clenched my fists tightly, my restraint of anger was inches away to burst out together. "So what do we do if he's still nowhere to be found?" I ask bitterly, the words lept out right between my teeth.

My foot was tapping the tile more vigorously now, waiting impatiently for an answer that I know I wouldn't get.  "Couldn't everyone see what rough phase she's in? Look at her caged in the sickest of her body that no longer cares about her health, her happiness, or anything else." I felt angry - or maybe I was hurt seeing her so distorted since a month. 

"Isn't a month enough to drop our hopes off ? How long would we keep looking for him?" My eyes was settled with tears; and the voice I spoke with shook vigorously. "Don't we know that he's not coming back. . .anyway."

"Jake-" Carlisle gave a squeeze to my shoulders.

I knew I was trembling, and Carlisle squeeze was a slight warning about what would happen if I don't calm myself down!

I sighed softly."Can't-Can't we take her to a therapist. . .uh, or someone . . anyone who could help her? " I shook my head vigorously and politely jerked his hands off me.

"Seriously, Jacob?" Rosalie tilts her head at me questionably, snapping at me. "Don't you know that she won't talk? Tell me at most ten words that she had spoke in last month, can you Jacob?"