AN: This short story takes place right after New Moon and ends two weeks after New Moon. This story is just for fun and will end in three to four chapters, so do not expect more of this story after I am done. I wrote this because as a teen I was really into motorcycles and I always wanted to learn to drive one but never did. I wanted to know what Bella would do with her motorcycle so I wrote this short story. As with everything else, all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, and I am grateful she allows us to do this. Enjoy the story and tell me what you think. Thanks.
It's Mine – Chapter One
It was as I feared. Charlie was livid about the motorcycle; he never even gave me a chance to explain why it was sitting in the driveway. I felt so betrayed by Jacob; he was my friend, but he had let me down, and Edward left before Charlie started his tirade. The two people in my life that I thought had promised to stay with me in times of trouble had both deserted me. Well, couldn't I really blame them; if it had been the other way around, I would have left also.
Charlie continued his lecture on the dangers of motorcycles for over an hour; he didn't stop to allow me to defend myself. The whole time, I sat on the couch while he paced back and forth across the living room floor.
It wasn't as if I had driven it on any of the highways or even on a busy street. All of my riding had taken place on the La Push reservation on deserted dirt roads. Sure, I had suffered a few trifling injuries; well, accept for the first one which required a trip to the hospital for stitches, but I would never admit that incident to Charlie. He was furious enough with me; I didn't need to supply fuel to his anger.
I guess what I didn't understand was why he wouldn't allow me to utter a word in my defense or say, 'I'm sorry.' I couldn't promise it wouldn't happen again, riding the motorcycle I mean. I liked my motorcycle, there was something about it that made me feel liberated and, if I were honest, a little feral. I'd never been wild or reckless before; I avoided all dangerous situations for safety reasons, but after Edward's abandonment, only reckless actions brought his voice clearly into my mind. I treasured those moments while he was gone, but I didn't need them any more; yet, I still craved that feeling of recklessness at times. I'm not sure if even Edward would have condoned such irresponsible actions on my part, but it didn't mean I didn't still harbor a small desire for them.
The major questions that confronted me were 'how I could cease Charlie's lecturing' and 'how can I remove my bike from the driveway without losing it.' I refused to give it up or sell it, it was mine; I'd paid for it. It was one thing I could call my own that I knew couldn't be claimed as a gift from someone else. I had to decide what I could tell Charlie that wasn't an outright lie but would still allow me to retain my motorcycle. Then I formulated a plan that would assure happiness for both of us.
As soon as Charlie began to wind down and I found a small opening in his lecture, I interrupted him and said, "Dad, I'm going to ask Emmett to take the motorcycle. It won't be here anymore." I smiled at him and then added, "I'm sorry I upset you, but I never intended to ride it on any traveled roads, and Jacob was always with me whenever I rode it. He was teaching me how to ride, and we were only on deserted dirt roads."
"Why Bells, why a motorcycle? You know how I feel about them; how dangerous I consider them. Why would you take a risk like that?" The concern on his face tugged at my heart; I felt guilty that I'd made him feel apprehensive about my safety, but I couldn't be honest about my reasons; he'd never understand. How could any daughter inform her father that she'd been intentionally reckless so she would hear her boyfriend's voice in her head?
"I don't know. It just seemed like something to do at the time, and Jacob enjoyed repairing it for me when I brought it to him. It did help dad, it's what helped me to become better friends with Jacob. I really enjoyed his company; I miss him as a friend, but he's upset with me right now." Yeah, upset that I was dating a bloodsucker, and as a werewolf, his natural enemies included all bloodsuckers even the good ones, but this too was information I couldn't share with Charlie.
"I'm glad you're giving it away. I don't ever want to see you riding that death trap. I don't even want it seen in my driveway." He was still furious; at least he hadn't demanded a promise never to ride it. "Call the Cullen's and see if they can pick it up now."
I noticed his face was turning red again. Maybe I should suggest he have a checkup with Dr. Cullen; I didn't want him having a heart attack like Harry. I especially didn't want to be the cause of him having a heart attack. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask when the last time he had a checkup was.
"I'll call right now, but dad, I want to ask you something, just don't get upset. Okay?"
"It's not about that thing in the driveway, is it?" Suspicion laced his voice and he narrowed his eyes. From this point on, I would have to earn his trust.
"No." I paused, searching for the precise way to ask without distressing him more. "Harry was about your age, and I was wondering, when was the last time you had a checkup?" I surveyed his face circumspectly for any sign that my question disturbed him.
"Are you worried about me Bells?" His face reflected concern, which replaced the angry look.
"Yes, I am. If it could happen to him . . . I don't know what I'd do if I lost you like that." My voice broke somewhat as I uttered the last few words.
"If it will make you feel better, I'll schedule a checkup just to reassure you that I'm fine. Okay?" He took a seat beside me on the couch.
"Thank you." I gave him a quick but embarrassed hug. "I'll go call Emmett and see if he can come over yet tonight." I hurriedly rose and walked in to the kitchen.
It didn't surprise me when Edward answered the phone, but it surprised him when I asked for Emmett. His hesitation before answering informed me of that fact, and then I heard him say Emmett's name. Emmett must have asked what he wanted because I heard Edward tell him to answer the telephone. I began to imagine the look of surprise on Emmett's face when he realized someone was calling him on the telephone.
Edward must not have informed him that I was the one calling. "Emmett, this is Bella. I have a favor to ask of you."
"Hi, Bella. What do you need?" His voice was pleasant, so I was confident he wouldn't turn me down.
"Can you bring your truck over here? I have something I'd like you to take home with you."
"Yourself?" He teased.
"No, not this time," I replied with a laugh.
"Should I come alone?" Was he still joking?
"That might be a good idea." I didn't want to tell him not bring Edward, but I preferred that he didn't because then I could talk to him privately. I also didn't want to mention Edward's name in front of Charlie since Charlie was still infuriated about what he did.
"Okay, I'll be there shortly."
"See you," I replied just before I hung up.
"Dad?" I asked as I walked back into the living room. I found dad in front of the television watching a basketball game. "Will it be alright if I go out to talk to Emmett when he arrives?"
"Is his brother going to be with him?" He asked with a scowl across his face.
"I don't think so. He didn't say anything about bringing anyone along." I watched his face for any adverse reaction, and when none appeared, I added, "I'll watch for him from the doorway." Then I walked over to the door and waited.
I knew it wouldn't be long before Emmett arrived; he enjoyed speed as much as Edward did. I opened the door a crack so I could watch for his truck. As soon as I saw him approaching, I called to Charlie, "I'll be right outside, and I promise not to leave the driveway." Then I walked out the door.