Hello everyone! Here is the final chapter of 'All Hail the Heartbreaker'. But, don't worry because the sequel will be up by the end of next week...if you give me some reviews! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I want to own Edward's sexy body...and Jace Wayland's (from the Mortal Instrument trilogy) but alas, I do not. SM owns Eddie and CC owns Jace. -sigh-
The next morning when I awoke it was to the sound of knocking on my bedroom door. Reluctantly, I scrambled out of bed and walked over and opened the door to reveal a solemn looking Charlie. "Your plane leaves in two hours. You should get ready," he told me and I gave a sigh and a nod.
Charlie patted my shoulder before walking down the hall, descending the stairs. I shut my door once again and walked over to where I'd left out a pair of jeans and Forks High t-shirt. I didn't know how I was feeling at that moment—the only way to classify it would be to say numb. It was a horrible feeling to say the least.
I dressed swiftly and pulled my hair up into a ponytail before grabbing two of my three suitcases, I'd packed and walked downstairs, dropping them at the door before going back up to get the last one. On my way back down to the lower level of the house the second time I'd pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I flipped it open and checked it for any unmissed calls, text messages or voicemails. There were none. I'd hoped for one from Edward, him telling me goodbye, but he had to be a stubborn jackass. Those thoughts stunned me—I'd never called Edward a name like that. I guess it just goes to show how much he hurt me. How much he still is.
After getting something to eat, Charlie trying to make small talk, it was time to leave. We didn't cover much on the grounds of conversation because we were both too gloomy. I hated how this whole situation was making my dad react. He looked so sad, so defeated. I could tell he already missed me and honestly, I already missed my dad.
We both walked out the door and got into the police cruiser after casting one longing look at my truck—I wouldn't be able to drive that thing again for six months. Soon enough, we were on our way to the airport. It was a thirty minute drive so we settled on just listening to the radio until we arrived. There was nothing to talk about, anyway.
When we arrived at the airport, we got out of the cruiser and Charlie got two of my bags while I got the other and I followed him into the building, the sound of planes taking off loud in my ears. The plane I was supposed to take to Phoenix was boarding just then so Charlie and I got my bags checked and only had time for a short goodbye.
I hugged my father tightly and felt my eyes sting. "Take care of yourself, Bella." He told me, his voice tight with restrained emotion.
I nodded and tried to smile, but it was a lost cause. "I will. You too. I'll call you when I get to mom's house." I told him and he nodded once before I the speaker system announced a last call for passengers for my flight. We said goodbye and I hurried down the hall that would take me to the airplane.
All morning I had lain on my bed, contemplating my situation. I knew I should go to Bella's and apologize—hell, I could have done that a week ago! I cursed myself for being such a jerk to her—such an ass. She didn't deserve it, she couldn't help what her mother did. What her mother was making her do. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. Ten-twenty. I didn't know what time her plane took off, but I prayed to God that she hadn't left yet. Suddenly, before my mind could even begin to process what I was doing, I got up from my bed and threw on jeans and a button up shirt with some shoes, running down the stairs.
"Edward?" my father called from the kitchen where he and Esme were consoling a tearful Alice.
I ignored him, of course, and ran to my Volvo, getting in and tearing out of the driveway at breakneck speed. The roads were damp but it didn't matter—I was the best damn driver in Washington. I sped down the highway, going at least twenty miles per hour over the speed limit until I turned down Bella's street and stopped in the driveway. I got out, but froze, my car door still open as I noticed Charlie's police cruiser gone.
She was gone. She wasn't coming back for six months. I'd let her get away. Suddenly, my heart clenched painfully and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I stood there, bracing myself against the hood of my car, shaking from sadness and anger. In that moment, I hated myself. So much.
I didn't even notice I was no longer alone until I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.
Swallowing hard I turned to see Charlie standing there, pain in his eyes. "Chief Swan." I said, wiping my sleeve across my eyes. "I'm sorry I…I thought I could catch Bella before she left."
Charlie shook his head, "No…she's gone." He said solemnly.
I hated hearing those words—I hated even thinking those words. "I should get home…since she's…not here." I said, opening the door of my car. Before I could get in, however, Charlie spoke.
"She won't be gone forever, Edward. She'll be back." He said before turning to walk into the house.
I stared after him for a moment before I regained my composure and got back into my car, starting the long torturous drive home. When I arrived, I walked past my parents and siblings in the living room without a word, going to my bedroom before slamming the door.
I threw myself down on my bed, my jaw tight as I stared at the ceiling. I remembered Bella's face as I turned from her yesterday, arguing with Carlisle over talking to her. It pained me immensely.
Suddenly, I knew this would be the longest six months of my life.
So there it is! Alas. The end. Fin. HOWEVER, make sure you review so I can get that first chapter of the sequel up AND you might want to put me on your Author Alert list to be notified when I post it up.