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Write for one hour and see who gets the most words... Award? Bragging rights. Lol.
Side Note: So this is what came from that one hour... Where is my mind sometimes...
Timeline: Breaking Dawn
"Dad I'm fine. I promise. There is no need to fly anywhere." Her heart was slowly breaking as her father's concern seeped through the phone.
"Bells, you don't know how much I wish you hadn't... That doesn't matter anymore, I guess. But, I miss ya' kiddo. And then hearing that you're sick, but I can't see you? You can't blame an old man for worrying about his only child."
A sob escaped her before she could stop it. He heard it. She mentally slapped herself for not being stronger.
"Why are you crying? Did he hurt you?"
Silence.
"Goddamnit Bella! Talk to me! I can't help you if you don't talk to me!"
She needed to put a lid on her emotions. It wasn't right for her to do this to Charlie. Nothing felt right anymore. She was tainted. She damaged everyone she touched. In her mind she would be saving her father.
"I'm okay. I promise. It's just... I miss you too dad. A lot. I'll call you again soon."
"Bella wait!"
She hung up before her courage ran out. Her head was throbbing, but she couldn't stop the tears. She put her hands over her face and cried.
This wasn't how she pictured her married life. And if she were being honest with herself, the groom she imagined was not the cold, dead man who stood next to her on that day. No, the one she pictured and dreamed about for weeks before and after that day was much warmer, taller, and alive.
Jacob.
As soon as she thought his name it all came rushing back to her. The reception, her venomous words, the look on his face, the ache in her chest.
The visit to Isle Esme could be described in one word - disaster.
Edward tried to do as she asked. They did not consummate their marriage. As soon as he smelled her when they got out of the water, he held on to a tree because of the potency of her aroma. She knew he might have a problem with his control, but she never imagined what happened next.
He shattered the bark on the palm tree, then ripped it out of the earth. In one blurred movement she was pinned underneath him, microscopic grains of sand cascaded around them, and the sheer terror of the situation sent her into fight or flight mode. She kicked, screamed, clawed at him, begged him to stop. His grasp on her shoulders softened. His eyes returned to their honey color. Bella crawled away from him to reach her towel. When she turned around, he was gone.
He came back five days later.
She didn't speak to him. There was nothing to say. She wanted to go home. He reminded her that they were legally bound now. She couldn't just pack her things and leave because he failed to "be intimate" while she was still fragile and human.
His hallow words were carried away by the cool breeze. She could not find it in herself to pretend to care anymore.
Three days later they booked the next flight out of Brazil. Alice smothered her with shopping trips, Esme cooked large quantities of food for her, Carlisle attempted to sooth her by talking nonsense about a future she no longer wanted, and Edward tried to recapture what he assumed had been lost on the island.
The truth was far less complicated than they could comprehend.
She missed Jacob.
She never stopped missing him. She never stopped loving him. And now, she couldn't even call him. Edward claimed it was not good for Jake if she did. He needed to let her go.
Bella called her dad when no one was in the house. She didn't need their lectures about Charlie having to let her go as well.
Panic rose within her once again.
Charlie couldn't let her go. She didn't want him to. He's her father. He went through so much heartache and pain when Renee left him, and how does his only child repay him? By wanting to die?
Her breathing labored. Her vision blurred.
She couldn't do this to Charlie, to Renee, to everyone she loved. Her thoughts became choppy.
Die. Death. Leave. No one home. Car. Keys.
She needed to be brave. She needed to live.
Then she heard it... a motorcycle. She stood up and looked outside. What she saw took her breath away. Jake.
Before she knew what she was doing, she ran out of the house and jumped on him.
"Bells! What the hell is going on?"
He smelled like home. Masculine. Strong. Alive.
She buried her nose in his leather jacket and breathed in deep. "They aren't here. Let's go. Jake, take me home. I was wrong. Selfish, stupid, and the worst daughter. Take me home."
He tightened his hold on her, "Home to Charlie's?"
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, "If we go there Edward can sneak in. I don't want that. I want to go to my other home. To La Push."
He walked them to his bike and set her down. "Well come on then. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth."
Bella laughed. Her first real laugh in a very long time.
They made it to the Black house in record time. Jacob's nerves were on edge. He knew once Cullen smelled him around the house the first thing he was going to do was call Sam. And he did not give one iota of a damn. Bella was with him. She was in his arms once again... and this may sound really macho and chauvinistic, but he could still scent her sweet innocence. Words cannot describe how elated he felt to know without a doubt that she remained untouched.
"What's wrong, Jake?"
He didn't even realize how lost in thought he was. He smiled at her, "Nothing. Not anymore at least... so did you want me to call Charlie? What exactly are you gonna tell him? I was going to the leech house to talk to the doc about where you and corpse boy were staying. Charlie is pretty broken up about you being sick and something about you hanging up on him. He thinks you're in trouble, but he wouldn't elaborate."
Bella ran her hands through her hair. "I don't know. I just - I want to see him. I need him to know that I'm safe and away from the Cullen's... Can I deal with the rest later and just see him?"
This panicked mood was so unlike Bella. He gave her a quick nod, kissed her temple, and walked inside to call Charlie. His dad probably had questions too. This was not going to be easy, but nothing with Bells ever was. And no matter what, he would do anything for her.
