Breaking Dawn
Chapter Two: Dreams
"He's like a drug for you, Bella," he whispered into my ear. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. I wouldn't be a drug; I would be the air… the sun." He leaned in toward me, I felt his warm skin… so close to mine.
"No… stop it," I murmured, weak and dazed. "He's… the one I want. I love him, and I'm going to marry him."
"Bella, why can't you see the truth? You don't love him completely," he ran a finger through my hair. "You still love me, a part of you does." He grabbed my hand roughly, "Bella," his voice said hoarsely.
"Jacob, I… I don't care about you. Just go!" I yelled. "Get away from me. You're too distracting!"
Jacob looked at me, his eyes unreadable. "Fine, just don't regret any choices you've made." He began to walk away. "I love you Bella." I choked on my tears, trying not to make a noise. Jacob sighed, morphed, and ran away, gone in a second. When he was finally gone, everything came out. The tears. The anguish. Everything.
"Bella!"
I felt Edward lying next to me, his face next to mine. "Bella!" he called again. "Are you okay?"
I jolted awake, my pillow soaked in tears. "Wha- What?" I asked incoherently. The dream flashed before my eyes. Jacob. Me. Run. Gone. Forever.
"You were crying, my love," Edward said, his eyes full of concern. He looked at my tear stained eyes, realization coming to his eyes. "Jacob…"
I shook my head, "No… no… it was about my dad. He was… in the woods and the Volturi were there…"
Edward searched my eyes. I knew he didn't believe me, but he decided not to say anything else. "Are you alright now?" He placed his cold lips against my warm forehead.
"Of course, don't worry."
"How can I not?"
I smiled. "I can take care of myself you know."
Edward chuckled. "Of course you can Bella," he said, wrapping me closer to him. He leaned away and looked closely at me, "I'll always be watching out for you. You're attracted to danger."
I yawned. "I blame you," I accused.
"Go to sleep, love." He brushed his fingers through my hair, soothing me, making me forget my dream. I yawned again and closed my eyes.
"Bella, you can break out of it. I believe in you!"
I snatched blindly in the dark, "Break out of what Jacob?" I stumbled into something hard and fell back, clutching my arm. "Who's there?" I asked.
"Bella, it's me, Edward. Your true love, Jacob left you. I'm here."
"Bella! Breakfast!" Charlie yelled.
I jumped out of bed, Edward already gone. I brushed the hair out of my eyes, walked into the restroom to clean up. I was such a mess, my hair was tangled in sweat and my cheeks red with warmness.
Two dreams in a row about Jacob… one night of restless sleep. Who knew how long it would last, I wondered.
I pushed the thoughts out of my head and walked downstairs. A smell of burnt pancakes rolled over me. "Dad? Since when do you cook pancakes?"
He stuck his head out of the refrigerator. "Ever since my daughter was engaged…" Charlie held out a pitcher of orange juice. "OJ?" I smiled weakly and scratched my head, the thoughts about Jacob coming back. "Alright, I'm going to go to work…" He placed the pitcher on the table, "See you at dinner."
"Bye."
When I heard the car start, I immediately ran upstairs. I knew it was here somewhere; I had left it in here. Jacob gave it to me before he left, saying that if I ever needed him, that I could just use this. I tried to remember…
"Bella." He knocked on my window. I turned on the light to open the window. My eyes were red with tears, tears for him.
"Do you know how worried I was Jacob?" I asked my voice cracking. "God, I spent my whole night worrying. You could have said something!"
"Bella just let me talk. I ran… but I stopped. I knew that I couldn't leave you alone… That's why I came back here." He felt his jean pockets and brought out something small and wooden. He held it in the light, and I saw the intricate symbols and shape on the wooden sphere. "My dad gave it to me… Some kind of old, very ancient magic, that nobody believes in anymore."
I rubbed my fingers against the sphere. "What is it supposed to do?" I wondered.
"It's supposed to help you contact your loved ones. If you ever miss me, just call me. I'll hear it… well I'm supposed to." He smiled. "Never forget me Bella." Jacob lifted himself out, jumped down smoothly, and started to run at a moderate pace. I stared at him until he was completely out of my sight. When he was gone, I examined the sphere. What use was it? I thought angrily, and threw the sphere across the room. It bounced against the wall and rolled under my bed. I glared at the ground, and then burst into tears. I couldn't believe that he had left me….
Under the bed, it was under the bed. I frantically ran my fingers across the floor, trying to feel a sphere. Finally, I felt it and gently grasped it.
I looked at the sphere, looking for some kind of speaker. There was nothing, how on earth was I supposed to contact Jacob? I angrily pressed on the sphere, a hole formed right under my thumb. I gasped, "Jacob, Jacob, can you hear me?"
"Bella?"
A huge smile formed on my face. "Yeah, it's me."
"Hey, it worked."
I rolled my eyes, "Where are you? I… miss you."
"That's good," he said, pleasure in every word. "I'm fine, Bella. I just needed a place to think, where nobody could hear my thoughts."
"Couldn't you come back for a day?" I wondered.
He was silent. "I don't know… Not yet, soon, I promise."
"It was nice to hear your voice again."
"I… I've got to go Bella."
I placed the sphere into my drawer and closed my eyes.
Jacob was okay.
I smiled and fell asleep.
