As the final words Jacob said before darting out the window replayed over and over in her mind throughout the night, her stomach was in knots. 'The Cold Ones' echoed in her dream in Jacob's voice, and just when Bella thought that she would never remember, she did. 'Quiluetes are supposedly descendants from wolves..' Jacob's voice spoke, Bella remembering the long haired, innocent, and unchanged boy that she flopped around in the mud with when they were just four or five years old. Now times were different, lines were drawn, and Jacob had become a killer. Anyone could say that Bella was being hypocritical, because it wasn't like the Cullen's were holy angels that drove silver volvos, they only looked the part. Everyone in the Cullen Clan had at least killed more than one person in the newborn phase, but that was before they found Carlisle and he quickly curbed their appetites to strictly animal blood instead of humans, but Jacob had killed people while it was completely under his control. So it was decided, she would confront Jacob tomorrow about it.
When Bella woke in the morning, she looked over to the shut window as a reflex and noticed the small crack in the glass that Charlie would be sure to notice if he ever spend more than ten minutes in her room. "Fuck, Jacob.." She sighed, throwing the covers off of her petite form and padded over towards her dresser to get dressed.
Once she was all dressed and ready to go she hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen, silently cursing herself for not preparing Charlie's breakfast before she got ready. Her eyes fell upon an eating Charlie who was shoveling last nights leftovers into his mouth. It was Sunday, and it was his day that he was off duty, so he spent it fishing with Harry Clearwater. "Dad, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking this morning, I just-" Charlie cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
"It's alright, Bella. I know how hard it's been for you these past few months with uh..him and all your schoolwork." Avoiding the mention of Edward's name caused her to shift uncomfortably against the counter, hating the fact that he was even implied. She wanted nothing to do with him, and it was obvious he was completely happy not having anything to do with her.
"That's no excuse for forgetting to fix you breakfast. It's the least I could do Dad, honestly." As she tried to grab her car keys without being noticed, but that failed when the only two keys that were on there clicked together and she saw Charlie pick up his head and turn towards her, waving her on.
"You don't have to stay here with me, I'm leaving in about twenty minutes with Harry Clearwater to go down fishin'. Where are you going anyway, Bells?" Her breath hitched as he asked her this very important question, and she tried to search for an answer.
"I'm just going down to La Push to see Jake today, hopefully he's around." Yep, that sounded normal.
Bella waved goodbye to Charlie and Harry that had just walked through the door, accompanied by a young Seth Clearwater. As usual, Seth was ecstatic to see Bella, and Bella hardly ever saw him except for when Harry would bring him around sometimes to either catch a game or have some father-son bonding time when they would go out fishing with Charlie. As she shut the door behind the pair, she trotted out to her car, the cold air going right through her grey hoodie and making her shiver. When Bella started her old orange rusted truck that Jacob had fixed up for her when she first moved back to Forks, she heard the thump of raindrops on the hood. How she hated any cold, damp or wet thing that she came in contact with made herself wonder why exactly she was with Edward in the first place. Her thoughts about Edward vanished as her eyes laid upon an unfamiliar bronze native that donned the same tribal tattoo as Jacob had on the top of his right bicept the night before. She racked her brain for the name of the tall native that escaped her. Peter? No, that definitely wasn't it. Jared? No, that wasn't it either. Damn these boys and their uncanny resemblance to one another. Bella shoved all her weight against the door as she pulled the handle to open it, poking her head out and calling out to the man that was perched on a fallen log. "Hey!"
Paul's head immediately snapped around before the word was even halfway out of her mouth, ready to snap at the jackass that was destroying his peace and quiet, but once his onyx eyes met with hers chocolate brown ones, he was gone. The gravitational pull that was holding him to this Earth suddenly felt as if it disappeared and he was floating up into space, but he was immediately brought down by something unknown to him. The only thing that was visible when he retouched down to Earth, was Bella.