nother story. Bella/Edward. sorry if it's a little gory. inspiration from Caroline B. Cooney's book: Emergency Room.

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next chapter will be up around tommorrow or the next day (5/17 or 5/18)

thanks, isabell

"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground, and miss."

Bad Idea

I knew it was a bad idea from the start. Edward had asked me to wear my jacket and helmet; to at least wear jeans to protect my legs. And I meant to, really. But when I saw Jacob in nothing but cutoffs, it kind of slipped my mind. If he didn't have to, then why did I?

We slipped silently from Jacob's garage, pushing our bikes so as not to wake Billy who was asleep back at the house. It was a little before 11 at night. Everything was silent except the crunch of gravel under the wheels and the short breaths we both took.

As we both took one last furtive glance back at the Black's house, an image of my jacket and helmet flashed over my eyes, and I thought for one second that I should go back and get them.

I almost did.

Jacob threw a leg over his bike and kicked it to life. "Come on, Bells. Let's go."

I figured that nothing would happen, at least not with Jake there, so I let the little voice in my head die down. Who needed a padded jacket when you had a werewolf as a friend? I kicked my own bike to life and revved the engine, rising my eyebrow at Jacob.

He grinned and shot forward at the same instant I did, and soon all thoughts of precautions were behind us, and all I could think about was the power of the engine beneath me and the wind in my hair. The road flew beneath us at an insane speed; faster than even Edward had driven with me, and I loved it. Freedom. It was like flying, but safer, more grounded.

The wind whipped my face and bit at my exposed arms, reminding me once more that I should have worn more than a T-shirt.

Jacob whooped and shot ahead of me, raising both arms in the air. This in itself was hilarious, but also very outrageously dangerous. I wanted to try it.

Normally I wouldn't have even come to Jacob's, let alone to ride, but lately I'd been feeling so strange…like a bird locked in a cage. Maybe it was because I always had to be safe around Edward, because I had to be mature like him. Mostly it was because the wedding was dauntingly close and I wanted to spend just one more happy day with Jacob.

Whatever the reason, I revved my engine and shot after Jacob; passing him in nearly a heartbeat, and shot around the corner at nearly 100 miles per hour. In the farthest part of my mind I heard Jake calling out for me to slow down, but I wanted to be free; if he could do it, then why couldn't I?

I threw my arms from the handles; raising them high above my face and screaming to the heavens. Jacob's call seemed ghastly far behind, and I glanced behind me for a mere second.

I realized many things in what seemed like a millisecond.

Jacob was waving, or more appropriately, gesturing wildly at me to either stop or turn around. The look of fear on his face confused me, but as I turned I realized why in a stomach twisting second. The bike trembled beneath me, the tires squealing and popping as they tried desperately to find purchase on the hard shoulder which I was now speeding down. A smell of burnt rubber and smoke filled my nose, and I felt the bike lurch forward, throwing me over the handlebars.

There was just enough time for me to realize that I had taken many more risks than I'd meant to. Enough time to realize how fast I was going to hit the pavement. That I was wearing only a T-shirt and jeans.

The image of my padded jacket and helmet flashed over my eyes as the pavement loomed up to meet me.

And then I was out of time.