Just my idea of what may have happened if Bella answered the phone and not Jacob. Please R&R!
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and sadly I am not her so I do not own it or any of the characters.
BPOV
Chapter 1 The Call
The phone. My unexpected savior rang again. I quickly grabbed it trying to ignore the look of irritation on Jacobs face. How could he expect me to do this? To forget the one person who had made my life worth living. I wasn't ready, I don't think I ever would be. I owed Jacob so much, he had brought me back to life. He deserves more than me anyways. I could never love him the way that he loved me.
I answered the phone but before I could even get out a greeting the voice on the other end of the phone made my heart stop. Every ounce of pain that I had felt, every memory of the lies that I lived slammed into me. Everything I had tried to forget, to push away played through my head like a movie.
"Charlie? This is Carlisle Cullen." No. It was not Carlisle, it couldn't be. If there was one voice in the world that I knew it was this voice, my Angels voice. I had driven myself to extremes to hear that voice and now it was real. Not brought on by my crazed mind in an attempt to stop myself from getting hurt, it was him.
"Edward." The name I wanted to scream came out as only a whisper.
He sucked in a sharp breath and then there was silence. I waited unsure of what to think or say, there was no click to end the call so I took a breath knowing what I had to do.
"Edward please," the tears started and my ragged breath made it harder than it already was to choke out the words that needed to be said "please, just listen. I am so sorry. I know that you don't love me but I love you. I can't change that." A sob escaped my throat before I could stop it. I could feel the rip inside me coming dangerously close to tearing wide open.
"I miss you Edward. You told me I would move on and be happy but I can't, because every time I close my eyes I see you and every thought I have is about you. " Everything I felt started to pour out of me. I could not control what I was saying anymore it all just came out and I knew every word of it was true. I would never get over Edward, it wasn't possible.
"If you could give me a chance I can change. I will be whoever you want me to be. Change me, bite me, I can be like you then and you will never have to pretend again. Please just come back to me. Please… I can't breathe when you are not here… please… please… please… "
"I am so sorry Bella." I barely even registered the fact that his voice sounded strangled because I knew that I had lost my only chance. I guess I never even had one to begin with, he was not coming back.
The line went dead. He was gone. Everything was gone. I had lost all meaning in my life for the second time. I could not go through this again. Not when I had heard his perfect voice, when I had been so close to being whole. I had allowed myself to hope and now it was all crashing down on me. There would be no more hope for me after this.
I don't know how long I stood there. What was the point of moving? Breathing?
It wasn't until a large hand pried the phone out of my hand that I remembered Jacob. His face was calm but his whole frame was shaking violently. I had just admitted I could never love him. Not the way he loved me. I had hurt the one person who had given me any happiness during these miserable months.
"So that's it then. I should have known. After all he has done to you, you still beg for him to come back." I had never heard Jacob so disgusted before. "You could have been happy with me Bella and you know it! You never tried to be happy without him! If you had just tried!"
"Jake" I reached out to touch his arm but he stepped back shaking his head.
"No. I'm not going to stay here and watch you hurt yourself more. I tried to protect you. I wanted you to be happy but I can only do so much. Once you realize that there is more to life then the bloodsucker come find me. Unlike him I will come back, but you have to want me to."
I tried to say something but I couldn't make any noise come out. How could I hurt him even more? It would be better for him to leave me. He deserved so much more than a shell of a girl who once lived. He gazed into my eyes one last time, and then he was gone, running out the door and into the forest. My body couldn't take any more; I collapsed onto the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.