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Please, Enough Secrets

Ring. Ring. Ring. Who was calling at this hour? Okay, so it really wasn't that late, only eight o'clock at night. But, no one on the reservation really used the phones, we just walked on over. It could have been Charlie, calling my dad to see about getting together for a game, except there was no game coming up soon. But, Charlie could still be calling to see about going fishing, but, still, the time is weird, he normally doesn't call this late. Suddenly, as I start heading over to pick up the phone, I get a weird feeling, almost like something very bad has happened, but yet, something good. I'm being silly; I've just heard too many Quileute legends lately. Though, I've been trying to stay away from Sam, and all of them, who believe the Cullens are dangerous. Really, it's ridiculous! Sure, I may not like them, but, honestly, they just about the best behaved teenagers I've meet.

I hear my Dad answer the phone, waving his hand at me to let me know he's got it, and to, next time, move a little faster. Hmph. Sorry.

"Hello? Charlie, what's wrong?"

What's wrong? Okay, maybe I haven't been hanging around the elders too much. What could be wrong with Charlie or… no, Bella was fine. I just saw her.

"Sure, we'll be right over. It'll be alright, Charlie. Sam and the boys know the woods better than you may think. We'll find her."

Her. We'll find her, he'd said. Unless Charlie had finally found a date and managed to lose track of her, which, on both counts, was highly unlikely, basically impossible, the only her Charlie would be concerned about who could possibly be missing, and that we would be able to help with, would be… Bella."

"Dad? What's going on?" I ask, worried.

He looks at me seriously, "Jacob, Bella's missing. Charlie found a note she left in the kitchen saying she'd gone for a walk in the woods, and that she'd be back soon, but she isn't. I'm going to call up Sam and some of the other boys who know the woods well. Jacob, I know she's your friend, but, it'd really help me out to have someone here."

Bella was missing and he wanted me to stay home?! Was he nuts! And what the hell does Sam Uley know about the woods that I don't!?

"You're kidding me, right? I know the woods just as well as Sam does. Let me come and help."

"Jacob, I don't have time to argue with you about this. Stay here," he'd said it in that tone that really implied I didn't have a choice; but this was Bella, and she was my friend.

"Why? What is so important lately about Sam Uley? Bella's my friend and I want to help," I was starting to yell.

I saw my dad's face tighten a fraction, "Jacob, enough. You will be helping me, and Bella, more by staying here. You can come over when we've found her."

"Let me help," I all but growled.

My dad just turned to go out the door, but not before turning back around and saying firmly, "Jacob, I'm serious. Don't let me find you in those woods."

"Fine," I grumbled reluctantly, "Call me as soon as you find her."

My father nodded, and then he was gone.

Bella was missing! Why?! How!? I paced around for about half an hour before I decided there was no way I was staying here, even if that meant getting grounded. I'd told my dad I wouldn't let him find me in the woods. Fine, but I hadn't really promised to stay here. I wouldn't even go in the woods first. First, I was going to Bella's house, surely Charlie would have called the cops, too, what few there were; I'd make sure they hadn't found her yet, and then I'd see what they tell me I could do. And if they said I could help look, damn it I'd look all night and into the next if I had too. If they said I couldn't, well, I'd better go see first. I jumped into the old car we had, so needed a new one, was working on building one, but wouldn't worry about that now-it's still faster than walking.

I get to Bella's house just as I see Sam, no shirt; of course, he never wore a shirt anymore, walking out of the woods, holding…yes, it was, Bella. And, to hear Charlie calling that he's got her. Sam doesn't look so sure, but hands her over. My god, what happened?! She's soaking wet, shaking, and barely conscious. And, is she saying something?

"Bella! What's she saying?" I call.

Everyone looks up.

"Jacob, I thought…" my dad looks furious; Sam, too, for that matter, but I don't care.

"I wasn't in the woods, alright, I just couldn't wait around. I just got here," I nearly growled, "What happened, do we know? What's she saying?"

"Sounds like, "He's gone." No, we don't know what happened yet," it was Mike who answered me.

Not that Mike was my favorite person, but as the adults seemed too occupied on Bella, and it was an answer, I nodded my thanks to him. Damn, she looks terrible. What the hell happened? He's gone, she saying. Who's gon…? Cullen, I realize. Edward Cullen. That's the only person I know of that could have Bella so upset, who could possibly be missing, and that's a he. Charlie's here, of course, so it's obviously not him, and she spends every minute, almost, with Edward. He left? Why? But, he left! That means she's not taken anymore! I can't help but feel happy about this. It's selfish, I knew, and the way she looked right now, she probably need a week or so to get over it, but, if Cullen's really gone, gone for good, the way she's so shook up would lead me to believe, then I might finally have a chance.