Chapter three
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Jesse McCartney
Bella POV
I received a frantic call from Alice.
"Alice, calm down, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Edward, car crash, hospital, hurry." She said in between breaths.
I ran out to my truck and quickly hopped in. I drove to the only hospital in Forks and saw Alice sitting in the waiting area with Esme, Emmett, and Jasper. Esme and Carlisle adopted Emmett a few years after they started taking care of Alice and Edward. Jasper was their best friend and Alice's boyfriend.
I ran over to them and Alice rushed over and hugged me.
"Is he ok?" I asked.
Alice shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, they haven't told us anything."
I nodded my head.
Carlisle walked over to us and looked at Esme, "He's fine. He has a minor concussion, a bruised rib and a broken leg."
"What happened to the guy in the other car?" I asked.
Carlisle looked over at me, "He drove off."
"So it was a hit and run?" I asked.
"It looks like it."
I shuddered, I knew who it was, and it gave me an even bigger reason to leave.
The doctor came out, "He's awake." He told us.
Everyone jumped up and headed to the room, except me. Alice turned back.
"Are you going in to see him?"
I hugged myself, "No, it will be even harder to leave tomorrow."
Alice nodded, "Ok, I will meet you tomorrow morning at the airport ok?"
I nodded and then headed out of the hospital.
I stood in the airport looking at my parents. They had solemn looks on their faces. As they should. If my dad had never gotten mixed up in this, we would not be leaving and Edward would not be in the hospital.
"Bella, I'm going to miss you so much!" Alice said hugging me.
"I'm going to miss you too." I said hugging her back.
"Promise to stay in touch?"
I nodded.
"Flight to Phoenix, Arizona boarding now."
The lady said. Alice gave me one more hug and me and my parents walked onto the plane.
I sat in my seat and stared out the window. The plane took off and my mom tapped me on the shoulder.
"I'm so sorry Bella." She said.
I looked away from her before she could see the tears in my eyes.
It's for the best. I kept telling myself. For the best.
We arrived in Arizona at around 10 am. Once me and my parents had collected the small luggage we had brought with us we walked out to find the car that was supposed to be taking us to our new life.
Maybe I should tell you what happened.
When I was a baby my parents were very poor. My dad was just starting as a police officer so he wasn't getting a big check. My dad borrowed money from someone, who he won't tell me. One week ago the guy came to collect the money my dad owed and he didn't have it. The man told my dad that if he didn't have it together by the end of the month he would pay in some way. My parents decided to let the people higher up deal with it, so they called the FBI, and we were transferred into the witness protection program.
We arrived at the headquarters and a man took us down the hall to a private room. My parents sat down next to each other, I sat on the opposite side of the room. Then another man entered.
"Hello, my name is detective Mantonie. I was the detective assigned to your case. I will be the one who you call when you're in danger. I also have your new identities."
He walked over to my parents and handed them a folder.
"Your new identities are Mr. and Mrs. Delarosa." He looked at my mom, "Your name is Annabel Delarosa, you are a homemaker, your hobbies involve craft making, knitting and cooking."
"I can't cook, or knit or make crafts." My mom said.
"Well learn."
The man was cold, it made me miss Forks even more.
He turned to my dad, "You are now Jonathan Delarosa. You own a small business from home. Your hobbies are playing football, going out drinking with the guys, and you love reading magazines about sports." My dad nodded. I knew he wouldn't complain because he wanted us to be safe.
The man finally turned to me, "You are Marie Delarosa. You're a student at Saint Marks High School. It is a private school. You will be given your outfit for the school when you leave. Your hobbies are playing badminton, you are a figure skater and you play crochet."
"I'm sorry, did you just say I had to play sports?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Did you look at my medical history? Sports and I do not get along."
"You are going to be provided personal trainers for your sports. Remember you all have to act rich. Now you have five minutes to go through all your belongings and take out what is most precious to you. Then we will have to confiscate the rest of your belongings. You will then head downstairs where they will change how you look. You will all receive new clothes, you will be given money to buy things, and you will have to buy more clothes depending on how long you stay here."
"And how long are we expected to stay here?" I asked.
"Possibly one year or two."
"But I will be finished high school by then."
The man shrugged, "Not my problem." Then he left.
Someone brought in our belongings and I quickly took out my worn copy of Wuthering heights and my scrapbook, and photo album. After five minutes someone came down and took us to the place we were supposed to get a makeover.
"Oh no, this look won't do." The lady who was working on me said.
She pulled out a pair of scissors and cut my hair until it was shoulder length. She straightened it and put it up in a half-up ponytail. She put contacts in my eyes. She added a light dusting of makeup and then I was sent to get my clothes.
The lady who was working on my clothes tisked at my ratty sweater, worn sneakers and holey jeans.
She changed me into a blue blouse and a pair of black skinny jeans. She gave me black ballet flats to wear and a gold purse.
I looked in the mirror, the girl I saw there I didn't recognize.
My parents looked different too. My dad no longer had his moustache and his hair was dyed gray. He was also wearing a business suit. My mom's hair was dyed beach blonde and put in a perm, she had coloured contacts in and her eyes were now gray instead of blue, she was wearing a pencil skirt and a white blouse.
We were finally ready to start out new life.