Usual day here at the office, boring as hell. I go through the same damn
routine every fucking day, file billing report, get yelled at janice, my
fucking boss who treats everyone like a piece of dirt on the ground.
Mike annoys the hell out of me when I'm working his usual questions are "
hey, are you doing anything after work?" or it's the " wanna have dinner"
shit he pulls everytime i turn around.
*only if edward knew *shit! edward is going to be home any fucking minute!
i grabbed the car keys a hustled towards the elevator. luckily it was a 15
minute drive from the office to my house in Seattle.
When i reached the car my phone started to buzz. BUZZ! BUZZ! damn is it that
important? " Bella Swan speaking." i said into the damn device. " Yes, this
is chief masterson speaking. is your husband Edward Cullen?" *Well duh! *has
been for a year now. "Well, he has been fatally shot in a drive by shooting
near the 1st Seattle bank. We are sorry to say that he has been confirmed as
deceased." I dropped the fucking phone right then and there, jumped in the
car and raced towards the house.
i kept murmuring to myself, *i know who did it, i know who fucking did it! *His
name is Jacob Black. He had the biggest fucking crush on me ever since the
9th grade. When i married edward he went crazy, asking me why i didn't love
him
Well this kills any hope of ever doing so.
When i reached the house i didn't bother shutting the fucking car door
because no one is going to steal my car. I pulled out my large, dark blue
suitcase and packed it full of clothes and other shit. I knew where i was
going, i was taking the opportunity Carlisle gave me when i was a little
girl, and when i was 18.
I was joining the Fraternity