Sorry! I meant to have this chapter up last night, but then like, it didn't save. :(
But here it is!
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It was a little eerie as I walked through the woods, only following the small dirt trail. It was getting dark, although it was still daytime. The air was humid, a storm must have developed.
I'd still find Bella.
As I walked further and further in, I wasn't using the map anymore. I was following my gut. And my gut lead me to Bella.
I came up to a place where the dirt place spit. At least, that's what it looked like. There was the dark one I'd been on, which was full of footsteps. The other was light, barely a path, which had a few large footprints.
There were smaller footsteps, also.
My gut was saying to follow the same path; don't get lost.
Something in the back of my mind was screaming she's that way! And meant the small path.
I followed my mind.
It was getting darker. There was a storm coming. I could hear faint thunder in the distance. I'd been walking for hours, and still haven't found anything. My feet and legs were hurting; I had to sit down. I brushed some dirt off of a log and sat down. My head was filled with thoughts. What if I get lost? What if I already got lost? What if they can't find me? What if I can't find them?
What if I can't find Bella?
I shook my head, trying to get it away. I sat with my head in my hands for awhile. A small drop of water landed on my neck. I groaned and looked up. Small water droplets began pelting my face. I took out my phone and punched in Alice's phone number. I put the phone to my ear, shielding it from the water.
It rang a few times. "Edward?" Alice's worried voice answered.
"Yeah, it's me," I muttered.
"Where are you? Did you find anything?" she asked.
"No. I, uh, I got lost. I don't know where I am," I said.
"Where did you get off the path?" she asked. I thought back.
"I don't remember, Alice. I really don't. Somewhere were there was two paths. I took the lighter, smaller one," I mumbled, rubbing my temples with my hand. She groaned.
"That helps, Edward," she mumbled.
"Well, you can't blame me!" I yelled.
There was a shuffling, then Alice grunting. "Edward?"
"Are you going to keep looking? Or are you going to come back?" he asked. I groaned.
"Since I don't know how to get back, I guess I'm going to keep looking," I mumbled. I would have kept looking even if I knew the way.
Carlisle was quiet. "Be careful, Edward."
"Yeah, I will. I'll call if anything else happens," I said, closing my phone. I didn't want to talk to anyone anymore. I just wanted to find Bella.
I stood up and pulled my hood over my head. Luckily I wore a hoodie. I looked down the path, which got further and further into the dark woods. My phone had said 5:30.
Great. It'll be dark soon.
I took a deep breath and began moving. Although I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Just putting one foot in front of another. Left, right, left, right. I'd repeat it until I found her.
I would find her.
Our meadow. Peaceful, calm. The sound of a river in the distance and our breathing were the only sounds I could hear. I lay here in his arms. Him holding me tight. To protect me from danger. Nothing would ever hurt me again. I'd never leave the protection of his arms. Never. I opened my eyes, looking up to kiss him. He bent his head down near mine. Just as our lips almost touched....
He disappeared. Gone. Vanished. Leaving me here. Alone. No one protecting me. My heart was racing; body acing for him. I sat up, looking for him frantically. My eyes filled with tears; my heart breaking. Why did everyone keep taking him from me?
"Be strong, Bella," a voice came from the trees. Edward. I looked in the direction it came from and stood up. The trees in that direction were moving. He was there.
I began walking. Walking and walking. Rain pouring. Thunder rumbling.
I heard his voice, loud and clear, coming from ahead. "I'm this way, Bella! Help me!" the voice screamed. My heart lurched forward in pain. Edward. In pain. I couldn't bare it.
I began running until I came into a small clearing. But it wasn't Edward.
It was James.
I woke up, covered in sweat and shaking. It was dark, I didn't know where I was, but it wasn't where I was yesterday. Or whenever I was last awake. It was cold, and I could hear thunder and the rain. I opened my eyes and found myself in some wooden shed. It was small, damp, and cramped. I was creeping towards hyperventilation. I sat up and slide against the wall, shaking and sobbing. When would this end? When would Edward come and save me?
His name sent me into hysterics. I prayed that James or Thomas wouldn't hear me. My head was still throbbing. I looked up at a small hole that a little light was shining through. I got up, almost too weak to stand, and put my eye near the whole. I looked out and could see the back of the cabin I had been in. Through the window, I could see James talking to Thomas. He kept throwing glances towards the shed.
My stomach began to rumble, and then I realized that I hadn't eating in a few days. I fell to my knees, unable to stand anymore, and began to sob. I had to get out of this. I could run. I didn't know where I was, but I could run.
I would run.
I took a few deep breaths before I used the rest of my strength to get out. I wiggled the knob on the door, and found it loose. Why wouldn't he lock the door?
I wasn't going to stay on that thought for long. I peeked through the small hole once more to make sure he was still there. I saw him still pacing around inside.
I looked towards the door and took a deep breath. I pushed it open, and with the strength I'd gathered up, I ran into the rain.
And away from the cabin.
This was taking forever! Maybe I had taken the wrong path. Oh well. I'd keep looking. I wont give up until I find her.
I kept walking. My feet hurt. I was hungry. I was tired. I was wet.
But I wouldn't give up.
It was eight-thirty the last time I had looked at my phone. I pulled it out again and saw that it was nearly nine fourty-five. I looked up at the dark sky. There would be no stars; no moon. It was too cloudy.
I had to sit down. Only for a few seconds. Not even a minute at most.
I sat down on a small log and held my head in my hands. I was so tired, but I'd continue searching. I wouldn't sleep unless she was lying next to me, safe and warm.
As I sat with my head in my hands, I could hear something coming from down the path. I didn't know what it was. It didn't sound familiar.
Until I heard a cry for help.
I could hear again. I could feel again. I could see again.
It was her.
I knew I wasn't thinking it. I knew it was real. I stood up and starting walking towards the cry.
"Bella!" I screamed, starting to run. There was no reply, except the rising volume of screams. There was another voice. A man.
I ran the fastest I'd ever ran before. I knew that was James. I knew he was hurting her.
"I'm coming, Bella! Hold on! Don't let him win!" I screamed over and over again. I could make out the distinct noise of slaps and crying and yelling. I could tell that was them. I knew it was them. And I knew they were hurting her!
"Bella!" I screamed as I was almost there. "I'm almost there! I'm coming!"
"Get him!" I heard James yell. Suddenly, a scrawy man came out infront of me and tried to grab me. With all my strength, I punched him in the face, causing him to fall on the ground.
"Dammitt," he groaned, trying to get up. I ran away from him and found James holding Bella with a knife to her neck. Bella looked so tired. So helpless. Bruised and beaten.
I was furious.
James smirked. "No, Thomas. Don't do that," I turned around to see Thomas standing behind me with a knife. "We shall make this a fair fight."
Thomas nodded and backed away. I looked back towards James.
"Edward," Bella tried to say. She could hardly stand up.
"It's okay, Bella. I'm here. Don't give up, okay?" I said. James rolled his eyes; I ignored that.
Her reply was short and feeble, but it meant everything.
"I love you," she said quietly.
"Now that the little reunion is over, why don't you tell me what you are doing here," he asked, smoothing down my Bella's hair.
I had to hold myself together. "I came to take her home. What you have done is a crime, and you will be punished for it," I said, trying not to run at him and kill him myself.
He laughed once. "Really? Well, I don't think you would want me to hurt your, whoops, my little Bella," he smirked.
"She's not YOURS," I yelled. He just smirked.
"Well, really now? Then explain why I'm about to do this," he smiled. He pulled the knife down to her side and turned her to face him. I knew what he was about to do, and I wouldn't let him.
Just as his lips almost touched hers, I ran into Bella and knocked her out of the way.
"Go, Bella!" I yelled quickly, trying to pin James to the ground. He tried to cut my throat with the knife, barely missing, and I grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the ground.
"You will die," he said to me, angry as ever. I grunted trying to keep him down.
Then there was a painful scream. But it wasn't Bella.
Still using all my strength to hold him down, I turned my head to see Thomas writhing on the ground. His hands were covered in blood, and he was holding his stomach. Bella was lying a few feet away, alive but exhausted. Her hand was out and she was gripping a large stick, covered in blood.
"Bella, throw the stick and back up so you don't faint from the blood," I yelled. She nodded limply and threw the stick a few feet. She pushed herself farther away.
"You can sleep, Bella," I said to her. She nodded and closed her eyes.
I had some business to finish.
I turned back to James, who was furious.
"She just killed him!" he screamed. "I'm gonna kill you!"
I gripped his wrist as he pushed it towards my throat. He dropped his hand quickly. That's when I acted. I gripped the knife in my hand, the sharp part, and snatched it away. It hurt like hell, but I didn't care. I put it to his throat.
"This is for putting her through hell and back," I said, ready to kill. He had a look of fear in his eyes.
"You wouldn't," he said.
Then he was gone.
When I was sure he was dead, I slowly got up and walked over to Bella. First, I took off my shirt and wrapped it around my hand, so the blood didn't escape and so she wouldn't faint again.
Once my hand was wrapped tightly, I ran over to her and dropped on my knees. I took her weak body in my arms and held her against me.
"Bella," I murmured. I felt her arms come around my waist. I buried my face in her damp hair.
"Bella, Bella, I'm so sorry," I said over and over again. She shook her head and pulled away, just a few inches.
"Don't be. It's my f-fault," she stuttered. I cupped my hand around her face and made it so she was looking at me. Her face was bruised and she was so tired, but she was still unbelievably beautiful in my eyes.
"What do you mean?"
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. "It's m-my fault. I thought it was J-Jasper outside. B-But it was him."
"Oh, Bella," I breathed, and pulled her against me again.
"We'll talk about that later. But you need to get back home," I told her.
"That sounds nice."
"I'm going to pick you up. Just tell me if it hurts," who knew what was broken on her body. I'd have Carlisle look at it later...
"Actually, Bella. Why don't you rest your head on my lap. I have to call Carlisle," I laughed lightly. She did, also, and moved her head so she was laying in my lap.
I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Carlisle's number. I smoothed down Bella's hair while I listened to the rings.
"Hello? Edward? Are you okay? Are you still lost? The rangers are ready whenever you give the signal," he bombarded me with questions at once. I laughed quietly.
"Carlisle. Relax. Everything's fine. I found her. And I-" I glanced at the dead bodies. "I think I commited murder."
"You, you killed them?" he asked. Faintly, in the background, I heard Emmett go: 'now that's my brother!'
"Yeah. Well, Bella killed one of them," I laughed.
"Bella killed someone?" and in the background Emmett: 'damn! I love this family!'
"Yeah. She did."
"Well, do you know the way home? I mean, we can send the rangers out," he asked.
"No, I'll figure it out."
"Well," he continued. "What about the....bodies there?"
"Bella can give descriptions when she gets her strength back up. We'll be home soon, Carlisle," I said.
"Alright. See you soon. Keep your phone on," and then he hung up. I put my phone in my pocket.
"Okay. I'm gonna pick you up now," I told Bella and took her in my arms. She winced only once. Finally, I had her cradled in my arms. I started walking back the way I had come. I'd find the way sooner or later. But it was okay; she was with me.
"Why don't you sleep now, Bella," I told her. She nodded and cuddled herself to me.
"Thank you, Edward," she mumbled.
"Anytime, though I do hope this won't happen again," then I remembered. "No, I'll never let this happen again. Never."
"I love you," she quietly said. I smiled.
"I love you, too."