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Tress
Chapter 2. Goodbye.
"He thinks you died in a motorcycle accident. It was three days Bella. He's beside himself and how do you think his supposedly dead daughter showing up would make him feel? Everyone would think he's nuts if he even lived through your visit." He protested. I stumbled back.
"I could never kill Charlie. Never. And I think I've earned the right to at least say goodbye to him!" I said, softly. Jacob lifted his chin and towered over me but I was already past him and out the door. I noticed I was still in my jeans and shirt from the jump and they smelled like salt water but I didn't care. I ran as fast as I could into the woods, dodging past the other werewolves outside. Once in the woods I raced. Who? I didn't know. Where? I didn't care. Why? Because my parents thought, I was dead. It was dark outside, moonlight lit up the forest, pooling in between the trees. I could tell it wasn't long until dawn.
I heard the howls of the other wolves but still I ran onwards, the trees became a blur of green and the howls died away. Finally, I came to a clearing overlooking the whole of Forks. The smells hit me first. Like a waterfall or a stampede, they overpowered my senses. Humans. Dozens and dozens of them, hundreds even all living down in the city. But strangely enough, as the dryness in my throat started to kick in again I just resisted and concentrated what I wanted. I didn't want to drink human blood, I wanted to see my parents and tell them I love them again. The scents washed away, still there but I just rejected all of them. I wondered how that was possible, but shook my head. There was time for that later. I needed Charlie now.
I spotted his house on a hill a few miles away. The musky smell had started back up again as I began to run to it. Soon I was in my driveway. My beat up old truck stood silently in the garage, the lights were all off except for Charlie's room. I opened the door and Charlie's smell hit me. It was like smell you get before a thunderstorm, that crackling scent in the air but I resisted. I rejected the smell and it stayed there, I just didn't want it. I noticed he smelled of liquor too, as I went silently up the stairs, at normal speed to his room.
I knew Jake would be there soon. I saw Charlie, splayed out on his bed with a whiskey bottle in one hand, snoring. I smiled grimly as I shook him. "Charlie? Dad?" I whispered in his ear and he jolted awake, groggily.
He caught sight of me and his eyes widened as tears began pouring out. He scrambled to hug me and I hugged him gently back. "Bella, Bella, Bella you're alive! I knew you couldn't be dead, you just couldn't have been." He mumbled and I took another breath, still resisting his blood.
"Dad, I'm not alive. I've come to say goodbye." I murmured and he looked up at me shocked, his grip on my shoulders tightening. He shook his head violently and the whiskey bottle crashed to the floor.
"No, No! Bella I'm-I'm ordering you to stay. Please don't leave again. Please." He sobbed, still clutching me. He hadn't noticed that I was different yet. I decided it would be better if I made him think I was dead, not eternally damned. Much easier to explain.
"Dad. I love you and Mom so much but I really am dead. I'm so sorry. I just needed to tell you that before I go. I love you, I love Mom, I'm so glad I came to Forks, I'm glad I had you as a dad, I'm glad that I had such a great time before I died. But it wasn't your fault. Okay? It was mine. Clutzy Bella finally broke herself beyond repair. I don't want you to drink anymore. I want you to know that you are not to blame, no matter what Mom says or anyone else. It's not Jake's fault, or Edward's fault either so don't pin it on them. I just want you to be happy okay?" I said expecting tears to come. They didn't, nothing but dry sobs.
Charlie however, was crying his eyes out and I hugged him again. We stayed like that for sometime until he finally went back to sleep. I pulled the covers up around him just as a huge brown hand grabbed my wrist. I whipped around to glare at Jacob. "He's alive. I didn't kill him." I hissed and stalked out of the room. Jacob followed me. "I'm going away for a while." I muttered on the way down the steps and out the door.
"Where?" he asked, grimly. I shrugged.
"Away. Somewhere cold, where I'm not going to stand out. Maybe I'll find someone else there." I said, the first few rays of the sun spilling onto the front porch. It hit my hand, which lit up as I'd seen Edward's do. Jacob had obviously never seen it before. He looked down on it with wide eyes as I wiggled my fingers in the sun. A cloud passed over and the glowing stopped. Jacob looked at me with sad, stubborn, miserable eyes. He held out a black satchel packed to the brim.
"I packed some stuff for you. Be safe okay Bella?" he said as I took the bag.
"Aren't I always?" I teased and he tried to force a smile. I patted his big brown hand once again finding it unnaturally warm. I realized I was subconsciously holding my breath against the smell. "Seeya Jake." He nodded as I started towards the woods.
"Yeah, Seeya Bella." He yelled after me. I almost didn't hear him as I began running. I didn't know where I was going but hopefully, it was somewhere with a lot of animals.