First of all, I want to apologize one more time for reposting the last chapter... I'm really really really sorry. and if you haven't read it you might want to cuz this chapter will NOT make any since whatsoever if you don't. sorrrrrrrry.
"Wait, wait, wait. Explain this to me one more time. We're going where?" I asked as Edward sat at my ancient computer, waiting patiently for a page to load on internet, as slow as it is.
"Bella, in how many different forms do think its possible to write this. Hm? Read it. Think about it. Comprehend it. That's as much information as your going to get. Now, go light the damn fireplace and burn the damn notes before I get mad and have to throw your damn ass outside–" I glared at him, "which, of course, I would never do. But still. Seriously, Bells."
"Ok, fine. But I don't understand why it has to be that. I really would prefer not including her."
"Yes, well, it's our only choice. Now, stop procrastinating and get your ass downstairs."
I picked up all of our notes and brought them downstairs. As I was lighting the fire, I was thinking about all that had happened in the last 12 hours. I went from my normal abnormal life and back to my normal normal life in only that small period of time. I mean, you have to admit. I was far from normal yesterday.
But let's not get into that, again. We don't want to ruin my good mood, now, do we?
Thought so.
Anyways, I burned all of our notes and made sure every corner of the paper had morphed sufficiently into ash before I trotted back upstairs. But, when I passed by the window on my way to the stairs, I caught a glimpse of the woods. And I could swear I saw two red eyes staring at me from the trees. It could be a figment of my imagination, but those eyes seemed familiar. Strange. But, I continued on my merry way up the stairs and back into the arms of my Edward.
Sure enough, there he was. Sitting at my computer, once again, waiting for a page to load.
"Ya know, you could do that by phone," he glared at me. Right, I forgot about the whole "not saying our plan out loud" thing. Then, the image of the red eyes came to me. I shuddered. "Oh, right, my bad."
"Yeah."
I laid down on my bed while I waited and, soon enough, he was finished and had purchased two airline tickets for Florida. He had made sure that the time of departure could be decided at any time and changed whenever. Now, all that was left was to wait, and see when we were going to be able to leave.
For now, we would need something to do to pass the time, keeping in mind, of course, the third wheel we would have tagging along everywhere we went.
"We could go up to Port Angeles– get a bite to eat or go to a movie."
"But, I would be the only one eating." He always seemed like this fact was perfectly ok, but I didn't like it. It felt weird when he bought me food and just sat there and watched while I ate away his unlimited funds.
"And?"
"And... no. But the movie could work. Are you sure we could do that?" I looked at him with as implying of an expression I could come up with, but I knew he understood what I meant.
"Well, yeah. Would Charlie mind? He doesn't even know I'm back."
"I'll leave a note or something." The less he knows, the better, after all.
"Alright, then. Let's do it."
So I got changed and we headed up to Port Angeles. The ride was a lot shorter since Edward, pushing my truck to its absolute limit, went a max of 64 mph– big deal. After that, well, nothing really amazing happened. I didn't catch anymore glimpses of our friend and we didn't discuss anything of importance. It was just a regular day out, and it felt amazing to have Edward back in my life.
When we returned, it was only about four in the afternoon, and Charlie wasn't home from his fishing trip. He was usually home by around two so this was a little out of the ordinary. But, maybe, things had changed since Edward left and I just didn't notice. Maybe, his fishing trips were just a chance to get away from my awkward behavior. I don't blame him.
Sure enough, when we got to the front door, my short, sweet and to the point note was still taped to the door handle. I ripped it off quickly and opened the door.
When we walked in, everything was a mess. The ashes of the fire place were thrown all over the living room, the couch was ripped to shreds, the tv– though still entirely intact, thank god– was sitting on the floor and the armoire it usually sat in was pulled away from the wall. I went into the kitchen and all of the cabinets were thrown open and the refrigerator door hung limply, the beeping of its alarm filled the room. No doubt, the entirety of its contents were completely spoiled.
"Wow," was all I could manage to say, as I took in the devastation of my home.
Edward seemed frozen in place as he looked around. He looked like he was listening intently for any hum of our friend's thoughts.
"We have to leave, now. Don't worry about packing. We only have a little bit of time."
And that was it. We left.
After that, everything was chaos. We got to the air port ok and according to Edward, our friend wasn't following. He guessed that they were off telling someone what they knew, or gathering further information. There was one other option, but neither of us spoke it.
Charlie.
I have to admit, I was worried. He was still my father, after all. But what he would do was inevitable, so I had to deal with it.
I wrote a new note and left it on the door handle. It, too, was short, sweet and to the point.
Gone. Don't look for me. You won't find me.
And he wouldn't. We covered our tracks well. I didn't even pack a suitcase. So he could either assume I had gone to Vegas to elope or even that I had moved into a whore house in Seattle to make my living. Ha, he could never think that. That was just me lightening the situation. But you never know, with Charlie's imagination.
Once we were on the plane, we were free to discuss as we pleased. And we took full advantage. I asked my questions, and he asked his. His, might I add, were totally off subject. But, hey, what can I do?
"Will they be able to find us, now?"
"I don't know, yet, Bella. It all depends on who they're working with. But, hopefully, they can't. Don't get me wrong, there are ways to find us. But it would take months, maybe years. But we don't know what kind of abilities their accomplices have. And I, honestly, doubt that they are working alone. This isn't the type of thing someone does on their own."
"Are we going to stay with my mother? Or are we going to keep on the move?"
"I'm not sure, yet. That all depends on your mother." He stared at me for a moment. " My turn. What happened while I was gone?"
"Ha, I couldn't tell you, if I tried. I was barely there. The only part of me that paid any attention was the back side of my mind. I listened for people to speak to me, just in case I needed to think of some sort of response. But, other than that, I was a vegetable."
"I'm so sorry I left you. I only wanted what was best. Obviously, I was wrong. I did the worst thing possible by leaving you. Anything could have happened. You are, after all, the one and only danger magnet."
It continued like that for a while and eventually, I fell asleep. When I woke up, we were in Jacksonville. We hadn't informed my mother ahead of time that we were coming.
When we arrived at her house, I knocked hesitantly on the door.
When she opened it, she stood there for a moment, just looking at me. And then it clicked.
"Bella!" It was a little more surprised than I thought. Was that good or bad?
Ok, so, I didn't get any reviews on the last cahpter and I'm not too happy about that. :( see the sad face. Puhlease review! It makes me really really happy! And it gives me that much more of a boost on posting the next chapter. Which brings me to my next bit of news! I am currently being initiated into one of the most exclusive clubs at my school. Hell Week. Yeah, it's gonna be crazy. The point is, it'll take me a bit longer the get the next chapter up because that's going to be hogging up a lot of time. Plus, a huige chemistry test. UGH! But it'll come. Be patient and REVIEW!! pwease :) seeya. mel.