Chapter 1
It was a cold, foggy night. The roads unclear, I drove slower. With tears sparkling in my eyes I pulled into my driveway and cut the engine automatically. I sat there, looking out my windsheild, not seeing anything; though in my mind's eye was Jacob Black, happy and laughing.
That's how I'll remember him. I won't let myself think of how his lifeless, once beautiful body was sprawled out on the ground, blood covering his face; his eyes wide-open, unmoving...
My hands were ice cold
as they gripped the steering wheel, my heart shattering like ice-cubes that'd fallen out of a freezer. I also felt hate numb my body-angry. Angry at myself, for not giving Jake a chance; angry at Edward, for killing him. Jacob's death was not something that I thought I'd ever witness.
Yelling at the top of my lungs at the both of them for fighting, mad because they wouldn't listen, guilty because they were fighting over me. I winced as I remembered Edward hitting Jake with that small, yet thick, tree limb; one hit at the back of his head and it killed him, going through his skull.
More tears streamed down my cheeks.
The way the blood splattered and, the sound, was sickening. Edward's expensive shirt was spotted with blood, a look of shock on his face and he ran for it. My heart'd stopped for a few seconds before I even realized that the pack had surrounded Jacob; looks of outrage and sadness-vengeance filled the air like a thick fog, heavy.
"Who did this?" they'd demanded. Through the wreaking sobs and tears, I told them the truth. "Edward. It was Edward. He killed him." I'd uttered breathlessly. I didn't stay long enough to find out if they found him or not. I am here, in my truck, mourning Jacob's death.
Memories began to flood into my mind; all the times that Jacob and I spent into his makeshift garage, on First Beach. . .when he told me about the Cullens. . .I felt my heart clutch, a lump in my throat. I swallowed, closing my eyes briefly, then breathed out slowly, trying to calm down.
The notion reminded me of Jacob when he was angry and how he'd begin to shake right before he exploded into a wolf-he would try to calm down when I was with him, so I wouldn't end up like Emily, or worse...
A few more short breaths later, I decided to finally go inside. I raised the hood up on my jacket, the night air was chilly and I was shivering. I dawdled up the steps, all energy out of me, and slowly opened the door.
"Bella?" Charlie sounded alarmed; he knew. "Yeah?" I called weakly, shutting the door. He half-ran toward me. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?" he asked, worrisome; his face was pale, his eyes alert and rimmed with red. I shook my head. "Jacob's dead." I barely whispered, my heart disintergrating even more.