I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, BUT I DO OWN THE PLOT. Please let me know what you think. This is my first. Thank you. Hope you enjoy :) I am TEAM EDWARD just so you wont get mad at me or anything throughout the story.
Extended Summary:
After Edward leaves {New Moon} Bella's loved ones are dropping like stones in water. She try's to get away from it all, but someone has different ideas. Beaten and bloodied, Bella's last purpose is revenge. After that she will be ready to let go. On the other side, the Cullen's hear of Bella's disappearance, and strive to find her before it's too late. But will Bella let them? Will she have her knight and shinning armour, or will she be her own heroine? Will she have mercy, or would she rather watch her enemy's blood drip through her fingers? What can she loose, if she has nothing anyway? Rated: M.
Part One: {Bella}
I raced 105 km/h down the highway. I was on my way to God knows where, as long as it wasn't here. It couldn't think straight, and I seemed to have left my stomach somewhere back in the kitchen. I turned on the radio as loud as it would go, without making me crash, to try and burn out my thoughts. I wasn't paying attention, until I focused back on the parted white lines. There it was again. In the middle of the road. Maybe I should just keep going? But I couldn't do it. As soon as I got close, I jammed on the brakes, until my foot felt like a ripped drum. It wasn't moving. I was getting closer. I was frozen, and my hands just wouldn't turn the wheel. I have had enough loss and death, but I was still going to hit somebody - thing - I don't know what it is. Then it took a step forward, and smiled at me. Everything was black.
I drove home from the department store. It was raining outside, to match my enthusiasm. It has been two months since Edward has basically disappeared off the face of the earth. Everything positive inside me, it seems, has been sucked out by an over-sized straw. As well as the Cullens being gone, Jake has disappeared, without word or warning. I haven't talked to any of my 'friends' in weeks. I haven't seen my mom since Phil passed. He was in a plane crash, on his way back from a match. Mom was feeling too sick to go with him, so she stayed at home.
I did the same thing every week, like a broken record. Monday through Friday: School, make dinner, homework, eat dinner, say goodnight to Charlie, and get ready for bed. On Saturdays, I go for a walk through the forest, and do the grocery shopping, since Charlie has been over busy in work with a new case. Sundays, I lock myself in my room, and try out new CD's. If I don't like them, I exchange them on Saturdays. So here I am, about to make dinner. I just through everything in the oven, and make it outside for some fresh air. It's dark by now, and as usual (as far as the last month goes) my dad is late home. New case and blah blah. I sit down on our dirty, broken porch, and just stare at the trees, symbolising the forest entry.
A sudden burst of wind rustled the trees, and a folded piece of paper rested beside my feet. I looked everywhere, but nothing showed any sign of anyone even on the streets or in windows. I carefully opened the letter.
Bella, Sincerely,
Don't stay out too late.
You never know what may happen in the dark ;)
~We who watch you constantly.
I didn't look up from the page, I just raised an eyebrow, and stuffed the sheet in my pocket. It was just some stupid prank. It still bugged at me though, so I stood, pretended to look at my watch, blew out my cheeks, and walked back inside. After I ate in silence and covered Charlies dinner, I got ready for bed. I ripped the letter and through it in the bin.
The next morning, I took a shower, and went down stairs for breakfast. Sitting on the table was my dads untouched dinner. I went upstairs to see if he made it home last night, or maybe he just wasn't hungry. But his bed covers were dead straight, and the mail I left him was still on his bed. I went back down to the kitchen, and called his office number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Bella."
"Oh hey Bells, it's Ted."
"Listen, did my dad leave the station last night? My phones dead and I don't know his number."
"You didn't know?"
"Know what?"
I ran though the hospital doors. I was pretty sure, I was knocking babies left and right, but sure, they needed experience. I crashed into the I.C.U and skidded still beside his bed. Charlie lay straight on his back. Tubes and wires were coming from anywhere there was still room, and his heart beat was uneven on the monitor. I slowly walked over to him, and sat on the side of his bed.
"Know what? Ted? Know what?!"
"He was taken to hospital around 3. He was shot on duty. It doesn't look good Bells. I'm so sorry."
"Dad? It's Bells. You're going to be ok. I promise." I choked.
"Excuse me miss, you can't be in here." I turned around to see a middle aged woman with chocolate coloured skin and big curly hair, springing out in all directions. "I. I 'm his daughter."
"I am very sorry miss Swan, but you still can't be in here."
"But I-!"
"Miss!" Soon we were just yelling at each other. Until she called security. Bitch.
I cried my way home, until I was parked in the drive, where I completely melted. I waited until I calmed down before I unlocked the door, and made myself a cup of coffee. I turned around, and there was a note sitting on the table.
Bella,
Sorry about your dad. Hope I didn't do that.Oh well, people make mistakes everyday.
I pray no more harm has to come to him.
I can't tell the future. Can you?
Have a nice day ;)
Sincerely, PS: We wouldn't want anyone else to read this letter. Just in case, you know?
~ We who watch you constantly.
My hand raised to my mouth. This was more than some stupid senior prank. This was more than just some ordinary unsolvable case the police were trying to deal with. Where did Jake go?
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