A/N Sorry it's so short and confusing, once you read the next chapter you'll understand. Happy reading R&R, Tell me if I should write more.
Okay I'm only doing this once, but it applys for the whole story. Me NOT OWN TWILIGHT that belongs to the wonderful and amazing Stephenie Meyer, I also do not own any of the other publicly recognizable things in the story.
Phone Call
Edwards POV
"Hello?" I ask, knowing who it is.
"Edward? Please, Please help!" it was Bella.
"Bella what, where are you?"
"I'm at the hospital. There was an accident."
If my heart could skip a beat it would "Are you okay?"
Relief floods me into me as she says "yeah, Just please. Just come quick!"
I hung up my cell with a snap, and raced to the car ignoring all the questions my family threw at me. Bella needed me, and I wasn't going to waste time answer stupid questions. I couldn't believe it. After what happened this morning. Why did this always happen? I couldn't believe it. Poor Bella. Was she okay? What happened? Was she OKAY? My mind was filled with my own questions.