My new story, thanks for everyone who supported my through my last one. I hope this one actually turns out better than my previous one though. After a break from writing, this idea was firm in my head and was just begging to be wrote. I hope you enjoy this first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
One more thing... my updates might not be close together as I have a LOT of school work happening at the moment that involves time and effort on my part. This chapter took over two months to write as I was literally writing about a paragraph a day before I had to turn off my laptop and study for exams and finish coursework.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and sadly that means that everything - including my wonderful Edward - belongs to her, not me. I know, it's sad!
On with the story...
Let Me Save You
Chapter 1 – He's Crazy I Tell You
Things change, everyone knows that. It's just a part of everyday life. The tree's change color in the fall, the four seasons change to make the year, that's a great example. But if someone would have told me just a week ago that I would be running for my life down the street, well, I would have called them demented. Looking back over the last five days, I couldn't place everything together. Until now, that is. I must have been blind not to have seen this monstrosity happening. All the evidence was laid out in front of me; it was so obvious.
"Come on, baby," he slurred from the opposite side of the road. "Don't be like this."
"Stay away from me, Jacob!" I screamed. The cold air was scratching at the back of my throat, making me feel dreadful. If I looked have as bad as I felt, I would have a lot of questions to answer at home.
He was catching up with me. I forced my frozen legs forward. The wind and rain was ripping into my face, leaving me with tears of determination streaming down my cheeks. I could do this, I have to, only a few more yards and I'd be in the safety of my own home. There's nothing he could do to me in my own house - especially when my dad's home.
My dad – Charlie – he's the chief of police in this little town. So many times in the past two weeks I nearly spilled my situation to him. By that, I mean tell him everything. However, my dad was the one that encouraged me to date Jacob in the beginning, if he knew what type of drug-crazed lunatic he had become, he would have taken all the blame on himself. Even though I wouldn't have dated Jacob if it weren't for him, I couldn't have him taking all the blame. He's my dad after all.
"Bella," he slurred again. His voice was closer this time, catching up with me. "You know you don't want to go home. It's not even late yet."
I was surprised he could even walk with all the alcohol he must have consumed when he was out with his friends earlier, never mind run. His friends – Quil and Embry – had become his most important priority over the past month or so. I never thought anything about them until exactly one week ago. It had been our four month anniversary and we had plans to go out for a romantic meal in Port Angeles. Around ten minutes before he was supposed to pick me up, he called to cancel. Apparently Embry was at Quil's house for the night and had invited Jacob to join.
All I wanted was for the past few months to disappear and to continue with our near-perfect relationship. I was tired of being dumped for his friends, I was tired of running home, scared of what he had become, but most of all, I was tired of hiding scars and bruises from my dad. I'd been wearing long-sleeved tee-shirt and jeans to cover up the whole of my body since it all started, to tell the truth, I think Charlie noticed.
I had finally reached the driveway to my house when Jacob grabbed my elbow full-forced, pressing painfully against a day-old bruise. The pain radiating from his hold and the shock of his sudden presence made me scream out loud. The look in Jacob's eyes was threatening; sharply I clenched my teeth together.
"Charlie will come out soon," I warned him in a voice I hoped was intimidating. "He'll see you."
"You'll tell Charlie nothing!" Jacob spat, releasing my arm before stalking back down the street.
Taking in a shaky breath, I dragged my legs across the driveway, rubbing my hand against my elbow with a scowl on my face. How had my life become this bad? What did I ever do to deserve this?
I opened the door, smelling the dinner Charlie had made earlier. The smell that would normally make my mouth water made my stomach twist in disgust. I got halfway up the stairs before Charlie's appeared at the bottom, his face holding a confused expression.
"You're home early, Bells," he observed. Charlie was never the type to rummage around in other people's business, the curiosity in his voice surprised me. "Is Jacob going out with his friends again?"
"Umm…" I pondered. "Yeah."
"Give him a break Bella," he sighed. I was still facing away from him, halfway up the stairs. If he saw the state I was in, I would never hear the end of it. "You can't expect him to spend all his time with you, can you?"
"No," I told him. To tell the truth, that would be the last thing I would want. "I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed, alright?"
"Sure, Bella," he sighed again. With that, I ran up the last few stairs and pushed my bedroom door open with as much force as possible. When the door was closed, I slid down onto the floor, resting my head in my hands. I need a miracle to save me now.
The rest of the night carried on the same way. After dragging my aching body over to my bed, I fell into the peaceful, dreamless sleep I was praying for – not everything in my life was screwed up.
The next morning, I went through my normal procedure; covering up the whole of my body with long tee-shirts and baggy, washed-out jeans and putting on a light layer of foundation to cover up any bruises and bags. My stomach was still churching at the thought of food, therefore I left the house without any breakfast. My trusty truck fired to life and I made my way to school.
When I got into the parking lot, I knew something had change yet I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I pulled into my usual spot and made my way into the building. The day went on like normal; a total disaster. Since Jacob changed, I turned quite, blocking out most of my friends. The only friends I had now were Angela and Ben; mostly I think they took pity on the others leaving me. I had told no-one about my problems, their pity wouldn't change anything.
I met up with Angela and Ben outside the cafeteria, getting into the queue. I still didn't feel like eating, in fact, I didn't think food would ever appeal to me again. I brought a bottle of water and sat down in your usual table in the corner.
"Not hungry, Bella?" Ben asked, sitting down opposite me, next to Angela.
"No, not really," I replied. They were both used to the short answers I would give out by now. "Actually, I don't feel too good."
"You do look pale, Bella," Angela observed. "Are you sure you're okay?"
I took a mouthful of water before answering her. "I'll be fine, Ang. Just a cold, I think."
Ben and Angela started talking between themselves, understanding that I was too involved in my thoughts to join them.
"So, have you met them yet?" Angela suddenly brought me out of my head. "They just moved down here from Alaska, that's what Jess said in Trig anyway."
I shuck my head, unaware of any new students in Forks High. I said goodbye and headed towards my Biology class, sitting in my usual seat. Luckily, I sat by myself in this class, since I went distant, everyone seemed to avoid me. The class started filling up, everyone took their assigned seats and the room went silent when Mr. Banner entered the room.
Five minutes into the lesson, the door opened revealing the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. I mentally slapped myself for even thinking such a thing; I had Jacob. As much as I hated to admit it, Jacob was my boyfriend and there was nothing I could do about it that wouldn't involve risking my health.
I placed my head in my hands, closing my eyes tightly. There was sudden movement in the chair next to mine; I instantly knew it was him without even looking up. After another ten minutes, Mr. Banner set us off to work, I however didn't move.
"Umm… Hello," I heard him speak in a voice as soft as velvet. "I'm Edward Cullen."
I lifted my head out of my hands but refused to make eye-contact with him. "Hi, I'm Bella," I spoke so quietly I wasn't sure if he'd heard me. We both stayed silent for a while, not knowing exactly what to say. I could feel his gaze burning into my temple; I however, kept my stare on the table. After a few minutes, the silence was murderous. A part of me was in anticipation to hear his velvety voice again.
"So… I heard you're from Alaska," I stated, trying to start a conversation with this God like creature. I quickly glanced up to closely inspect his face; he had bright, piercing green eyes, strong features and tousled, bronze hair. Before I could get too carried away with my staring, I shifted my gaze so I was yet again looking at the lines in the desk.
"Yeah," he whispered back. "My dad got a transfer to Forks Hospital and my mom jumped at the chance to redecorate somewhere new." He chuckled quietly to himself.
I nodded, unsure of what to say back. Before I could open my mouth to reply, he spoke again. "My brother and sister aren't happy about moving here. They didn't want to leave their friends." Out the corner of my eye I saw him smiling softly at me.
"And you?" I shocked myself. I hadn't spoken to anyone apart from Charlie so much since the… incidents started to happen.
"I was quite happy leaving Alaska behind," his voice had a sharp edge to it. As curious as I was, I decided to let it drop. We'd only known each other for ten minutes, no need to spill life stories and secrets.
I nodded silently, sighed and got started on the work Mr. Banner had set for the class. I could still feel Edward's gaze on the side of my face before he copied my actions.
The bell rung shortly after, signaling the end of the period. I gathered together all my text books, flung my bag over my shoulder and made my way towards the door. Just as I stepped out into the hall, I lost my footing and dropped the contents from my hands on the floor. I knelt down to assemble the scattered pages; however the green eyed God had beaten me to it.
"Bella," he breathed, quickly stacking up my books and holding them out to me.
I mumbled my thanks and continued towards the gym rooms. Gym was my least favorite period of the day. My clumsiness tended to cause many accidents, mostly ending with a visit to the nurses' office. If people avoided me normally then they defiantly did during this hour.
Coach Capp partnered me up with the highly annoying Mike Newton and set us up for a match of doubles on the tennis courts. Within less than ten minutes of the game, I had already managed to smack Mike on the back of the head with the ball and knock myself on the head with the racket. Why couldn't they just let me sit out? Oh, that's right, because God – if he even exists – somehow finds humor in my misery.
After inflicting many more injuries on me plus anyone within a ten meter radius, the hour finally finished. Changing back into my usual clothes, I picked up the rest of my belongings from my locker and exited into the rain. The weather didn't bother me; the miserable, dull clouds and drenching rain matched my ever depressed emotions. To be truthful, I prefer the dejected rain than the very rare sun that this town ever sees. It never feels like home with that kind of weather, it always seems like I'm back in Florida with my mom, a time that doesn't bear to think about.
When I was walking into the car lot, trying my very hardest to avoid cars driving in all directions, a small, pixie-like girl came bounding into me. The shock of the impact she had made into my side – luckily for me, she evaded my bruises – stopped me from telling her exactly what I thought of her. Well, that and the shear fact that she started to apologize before I could even open my mouth.
"Oh my God," she cried. "I'm so sorry! I'm Alice, by the way. Alice Cullen."
The name instantly snapped my head up to face her. She must have been Edward's sister that he mentioned in Biology. "Bella Swan," I mumbled quietly.
I knew she heard my when her eyes widened. "You're Bella Swan?" I simply nodded my head, not wanting to draw any more attention towards myself than I already had. Of course Alice had heard about me, nearly everyone in the entire school gossiped about my strange antisocial ways that had engulfed me during the past few months. "Well Bella, I'm sure we'll be great friends."
Behind her, Edward and another boy walked over to where we were standing. "Alice, are you coming or not?" The boy that had yet to claim a name asked her. His eyes glanced down to me and his lips turned up into a smile. "And you are?" He trailed off.
"Emmett, this is my new friend, Bella Swan," Alice bounced. "Well, Bella, I'm going to have to go. Bye."
Alice linked arms with Emmett and Edward and walked towards a sleek, silver Volvo over the opposite side of the parking lot. I shook my head once, trying to clear my thoughts before continuing my journey towards my truck.
My truck took some trying before finally deciding to cooperate. It was in desperate need of replacing but with current issues as they were, I couldn't bring myself face to face with Charlie long enough to persuade him to trade it in for a newer model. I longed to inform Charlie with the truth; I missed the closeness that we used to share when we were younger. I guess all that was out of the picture now.
The fifteen minute journey back to my house went by and too soon I found myself stood outside my front door. Charlie wouldn't be home for at least another hour. I didn't know whether to be relieved or fearful of that fact. Relieved by not having to hind my emotions and act like nothing's wrong in front of my dad, however, absolutely petrified of the fact that if Jacob managed to get into the house, I would have to fight him off singlehandedly.
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