Hey, Gail here (obviously)! I know, I know, I was supposed to be writing a story from my poll (on Voodoo Doll and Blue Moon) but this just popped into my head, and I had to write it! DON'T HURT ME! Kidding! The poll is at the end of this chapter too, if you want to vote. Please do! To vote just leave a review or PM me with your preferred choice. Oh, and I'm Team Edward, so that's why Jacob is so horrible in this. I hate him!! Wow... Long author's note... Anyway... This chapter is set about a year after Eclipse, but Breaking Dawn never happened.
"Stay away," I gasped. Jacob was getting closer and closer. His expression was fierce from all the alcohol. He was just back from the bar. He went there a lot since we got together – was he upset? Angry? Every day I knew I'd made the wrong choice, but what could I do about it now?
He was almost up to me now, so close that I could taste the rancid beer smell on his breath. I was backed against the wall.
"Please," I choked out. "Please."
What had I done to deserve this? So I'd made some mistakes, so what? Doesn't everyone? Why me?
I made a break for it. I got as far as the door. That was an achievement, at least. But then Jacob did something that he hadn't done in a while. He phased. He'd quit his wolf some months prior - he didn't want any more age difference between us.
I yanked out my phone. I had approximately 10 seconds to find the number and call it. I scrolled quickly through my contacts, and found the one number I never thought I'd call again. I hit the button and listened to the dial tone. He picked up after one ring.
"Bella," he said. His voice was surprised. He obviously hadn't expected me to call.
"You know where I live, don't you?" I asked urgently.
"Yes, of course." The velvet voice still sent flutters through my stomach.
"Can you come pick me up?"
"Of course. May I ask why?"
"Please come quickly. I'll explain when you get here."
"Okay. See you then."
"Bye," I said, and hung up. A howl echoed from behind me.
I ran, until a tree loomed up ahead of me. Without thinking, I climbed, knowing my life probably depended on it. I knew wolves couldn't climb, so I would be momentarily safe. I'd only been in the tree for about a minute and a half when a very familiar car crashed through the trees. Edward stepped out.
"Jump!" he commanded, holding out his arms.
And I jumped, putting all my trust in him for that one second.
He threw me into the car, and then got in himself.
We were silent for a few minutes, but it soon began to get awkward.
"Hello," he said in a musical voice.
"Hello," I replied. "I presume I don't need to tell you what happened?"
"No. I understand. But why was he trying to kill you?"
I shivered. Put that way, it really hit home.
"I – I'm not exactly sure. He just came home from the bar in an awful mood, and he took it out on me. He does it all the time, usually it blows over. But not tonight."
Edward reached out a hand, and fingered a purplish bruise on my arm. I nodded wordlessly.
"How could he do this to you?" he said, anger clouding his perfect face.
I took it as a rhetorical question, and he didn't press me.
"So, where am I dropping you?" he asked me.
Oh. I hadn't thought about that one. I couldn't go back to Charlie – he'd insist that I make up with Jacob. And I had nowhere else to go.
"I don't know," I whispered.
"How about my house?" he suggested helpfully.
"No... No, I couldn't."
"Of course you could, Bella. It's no trouble."
"No, really. It was bad enough of me to call you to get me. And I'm so sorry for doing that. Thank you so much for doing that."
"Bella, don't be sorry. As I said, it's no trouble. But maybe you would find it awkward to stay in my house. I could take you back to Charlie."
Maybe, if I explained the whole situation to Charlie, he wouldn't make me forgive Jacob. Just maybe. I took a deep breath.
"Thank you," I said.
"But please, promise me something."
"Anything," I promised.
"Don't go back to him."
"No way," I said.
"Bella, please. He hurt you."
"Yes, I mean 'No way' as in 'No way am I going back!'."
"Oh. Okay then," he replied, relief flooding through his face.
"Can we still be friends?"
"Of course," he said. "I'd love to." He seemed surprised.
Suddenly he reached across the car and hugged me tight. I hugged him back without hesitating. It felt so natural, so right. Like we were two pieces of a puzzle, finally put together.
"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for," he said when we pulled away. Of course he would have to apologize. I grinned.
"Never mind. Friends can hug, right?"
"Right," he grinned back.
We were nearly at Charlie's. I grimaced, preparing myself for some major explaining.
"Maybe I should leave you off here. It wouldn't go down too well if I dropped you at the door... You know what he would think," he sighed.
"Yes... I suppose – But wait, I have an idea."
"We go outside his house, and you pretend to be Jacob."
"I yell at you, and you drive off. He wouldn't know it was you."
"Sounds like a good plan."
"I don't know if I'll be very good at the yelling part, though..."
"Then close your eyes, and really try to pretend I'm Jacob." He grinned. "You should be able to yell then."
"Alright. I'll try," I said. "By the way – how did you pick me up, with the border line?"
"Didn't Jacob tell you? When he picked out your house, he got one outside La Push, on this side of the line, to please you."
"No, he didn't tell me."
"Oh well. We're here now."
I looked at the house. I hadn't been here in a while. There were police cars all over the driveway – Charlie must have been having a party with some friends from work.
I looked closer. It was hard to see in the half-light, but I thought I saw... An ambulance?
"Bella," Edward said.
"Yes," I whispered in reply.
"Bella, Charlie's dead."
And he hugged me again while I sobbed continuously.
Well, what did you think? Good? Bad? Don't care? Review!
Oh and the poll - this is on some other stories too, so please only vote once. I've already got a name for one of them.
Love. Kidnap. Lies.
Post BD. Bella gets kidnapped - and her kidnapper is imposing as her in her life. Who is the impostor? And will Edward figure out who is the real Bella? Will Renesmee?
"We were so out of touch with the world that World War III could have broken out and we wouldn't have known." What if WWIII had broken out while they were on Isle Esme? Will the Cullens be OK?
Leah thought that she would never imprint. But what if she did? And what if the imprintee was none other than Edward Cullen? Would they find love? Bella doesn't seem to think so...
And for story 3 I was thinking about "The imprinter and the imprintee" but if you have a better one please tell me .