Chapter 3
Bella's POV
As I walked threw the doors of the Port Angeles Instrumental Store, an elderly lady approached me. She wore lots of gold bracelets on her wrists, that when she moved, they made a clinging noise. She walked up to me and smiled a fake smile. She was probably hesitant with me because of the hour and the way that I was dressed. Sweat pants, an old t-shirt, and flip-flops. My hair was glorious too. Pulled back into a ponytail.
"Hello. How may I help you?" She asked. She had a very sweet voice. Like grandparents have when you see them after years and they say how much you've grown.
"Hi. Um...I'm Bella. I was just...umm...wanting to look at keyboards." I barely got it out. My throat was so dry and coarse.
"Yes, please follow me." She smiled another fake, reassuring smile and stalked into a section of the store. Now I felt a little uneasy about the whole "composition" bit. I really just acted on this by a whim. But I was here. And I really would need the distraction.
"Here we are." The lady motioned. There were five keyboards. Not much of a selection. But what do you expect from a little town like Port Angeles? There were a couple of silver ones and a black one. I really liked that one. More than the silver ones. It was fairly large. It had a full set of keys on it. And it could change the sounds by pressing different buttons on it. It had pedals, and a recorder. It even had a slot where you could insert a blank cd and burn the recordings onto the cd. It was perfect. I immediately fell in love with it.
"How much for the black one?" I asked. I looked up at her and she smiled again.
"The price is $500.00." She said. Well, it was a lot of money. It would take a long time to pay off. But I needed it.
"I'll take it." I said. This was exciting. It had to be the biggest thing that I have ever done since...
She looked at me surprised for a moment and then turned and headed for the front desk. I filled out the necessary paper work and got a payment plan of $75.00 a month. Quite cheap I might add.
And instead of having it shipped to my house, I just got it right then. The lady had one of her worker boys help me load it into the back of my truck. I thanked him and got into my truck.
I sat there for a moment. Thinking about what I have just done. Then I started the truck and headed out of the parking lot. The weather was still wonderful. Raining as usual. Nothing really exciting about that. It began to really pore down. I began to get a little nervous. I usually never have to drive in this bad of weather. I could barely see the lines on the side of the road. It got to the point where it was so bad that I pulled over to the side of the road.
I sat there and I tried to decide if I should call Charlie. But when I reached into my pocket, I remembered that I left it as my house. Disappointment took me. I turned on the heater and lay down on the seat. I closed my eyes and soon fell into a dreamful sleep.
I was still driving and it was still poring. But I suddenly slammed on my brakes. There was something on the road. It looked like a deer. I tried to swerve out of the way. But I was too late. I smashed into the dear and I went straight through the windshield. That's what I get for forgetting to wear my seat belt. I flew over the hood and hit the ground. I tried to open my eyes but it was all cloudy. I couldn't see anything. Then a black blur came over me. I couldn't identify what it was at first but it picked me up and carried me off. I tried to get loose of its grip but it wasn't having that. I tried to yell out. To try to get anyone's attention. But it wasn't good enough.
Then my vision cleared. Almost instantly. Then I new who it was who was caring me. It was him. It was Edward. I looked up at his gorgeous face and I sobbed harder than I have ever sobbed in my life. He looked down at me. And he had the most hurt face in the world. It hurt me to see it. But then a slight smile appeared on his face. It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in weeks.
"I'm sorry Bella. I made a huge mistake." He said to me. His voice was very silky and smooth. It was just as I remember it being. Then his head bent down to my ear.
"Will you not take me back?" He whispered against my skin. Then I felt something push me. I looked up at his face and his eyes were wide. Then it pushed me again, but harder this time.
"Bella. Wake up." It was an unfamiliar voice. A man's deep voice. I opened my eyes and found myself still in my truck. Lying just were I had. I looked at the man who had awakened me. It was a county sheriff. Coming to check on me.
"Bella, I am Mr. Doughty. I had a call from your father. He said that you were headed up to Port Angeles. He never heard from you. So he asked me to look for you. Is your truck broke down?" He asked me. I lifted myself up from where I lay and looked at my surroundings. It was still cloudy outside but not raining anymore.
"No. It was just raining really hard. So I pulled over. What time is it?" I whispered. My throat hurt really bad. I needed a drink of water.
"So your fine now?" He asked me. I looked at him. And I smiled a little. To show that I was fine.
"Yeah I'm fine." I said. Then he turned and headed back to his car. I started the engine and headed back to Forks.
