DISCLAIMER! I OWN NOTHING TWILIGHT!
"let's do this," I whispered, while revving my engine. Trees flew past me as the wind blew through my hair. I looked around me, no one. I pressed on the petal, moving faster, adrenalin rushing through my veins. I loved this feeling, I welcomed it.
Being a biker gets you used to this kind of stuff. To others, leather is hard and stiff. To me, it's like a shell. Blocks stuff out, keeps me in.
People look at me and think "what a sweetheart, that child is!" if only they knew. I, Isabella Swan, am a hardcore biker chick. Looking at me, you wouldn't think so. But they say, don't judge a book by it's cover.
I looked around again, still nothing. I pushed my Harley past 150. I had a need for speed, feeling the wind and the adrenalin is what I craved.
Just as I was about to push my engine faster, lights flashed behind me.
"shit," I muttered. Instead of stopping, I got an idea. Why stop? It's not like they can catch me. I slammed on the gas and flew forward.
"Come on doughnut boy, let's see what you can do," I smirked. He's not catching me anytime soon.
And so the chase began.
I flew around corners, swerved, drifted, whatever I needed. I sighed, thinking I'd be doing this for awhile, until I saw the woods up ahead. Perfect! I made a sharp turn into the woods, between the trees. No cop would dare come in here, let alone fit.
I weaved into the trees, no sense of direction what so ever. I pulled into a cave, shut off the engine, and waited. Silence.
I stayed in there, just to be safe. What's the point in running if you get caught?
After what seemed like forever, I pulled out. I drove around, trying to find my way out. No such luck. The breeze covered my tracks, leaving it impossible for me to find my way back. I kept driving, looking for any signs of a way out. I came up empty.
I pulled my phone out, ready to call someone when I noticed the battery was dead. Of course my brother, Emmett, had to run the battery down with his random picture taking yesterday.
"dammit," I snapped. I was about to turn when I heard something. I cut of the engine to hear better. It was a car engine. By the sounds, a jeep wrangler.
I was about to start my bike when this HUGE wrangler came out of nowhere, right in front of me. I was to shocked to move. The engine cut off, followed by an eerie silence. I shuddered.
Someone jumped out of the wrangler, a man. By now it was dark, I couldn't see that well.
"What are you doing out here?" a velvety voice asked. I shook my head.
"i-I got lost," I stuttered. Who is he?
"how did you end up in here in the first place?" he snapped. Wow, rude much?!?
"Why does it matter?" I shot back. I thought I heard him growl.
"it doesn't," he growled. I started my bike again and drove off, ignoring my only chances for help. If he's going to be rude, I'm not dealing with him. I closed my eyes and shook my head, big mistake.
My bike hit a root and I lost control. I tried to regain balance, but nothing worked. Eventually I fell, my bike tumbling with me. At one point, it landed on top of me, knocking the air out of my lungs. That was going to bruise, no doubt.
Finally, the fall stopped. I was parallel to my bike. I couldn't move, it hurt to much.
An eternity later, I saw a light, followed by an advancing figure. By the shape, it was a man.
"Maybe that will teach you not to run," he growled. My helmet was fogged, so I couldn't see him well.
"men like you shouldn't be riding your bikes out here," he snapped. Men? I'm a woman! I didn't have the energy to tell him otherwise.
The last thing I remembered was being lifted into the wrangler, my bike hauled into the back.