Chapter 3

The elevator doors took forever to open, but finally, they did. As soon as the opening was big enough for my body to squeeze through, I was in the parking lot, looking for the Mercedes. If I were back in Forks, it would have no problem finding the shiny new car, but I am in Arizona, in an airport parking lot. I walked through the whole fourth level, for a few minutes. Finally, I spotted it in the corner, on the other side of the parking lot. Before I was halfway there, miraculously, I tripped.

This was not the time for the uncoordinated side of me to come out, as it usually did; I have to save my mom and Phil! As fast as I got up, I went down once again. This time I was sure it wasn't me. I felt something role under my feet. Searching the floor with my arms, I felt some metal, at the same time I smelt the salty smell fill my nostrils. Ugh, blood. Great. Like I really needed the Cullen's to think I was forced against my will to leave the airport. For all I know, Alice and Jasper are looking for me right now! I would rather die, knowing I saved my mom's life, then live knowing that she died because of me.

Getting up once again, I dragged the metal with me. In my hand was a pair of car keys. Maybe for some miraculous reason, my luck was changing for the day. I pressed the button and I saw a Nissan 350z convertible light up across the garage. I ran over to the car, only tripping three times. No wonder why the Cullen's like nice cars! This is amazing!

I sped out of the garage and airport and I was on my way to my house. In less than a half hour I was at my house, looking around and hoping that Mom and Phil were really here, and that James was just trying to get to me.

"Mom! Phil! You guys here?" I got no reply. So I went to the phone where I saw the number James was talking about. Tapping in the 480 number, I waited for a reply. On the third ring, someone picked up.

"Well done Bella. I thought you wouldn't be able to do this. Anyways, you need to go to your old ballet studio. Do you remember how to get there?"

"Yes."

"Good. Oh, and be expecting a visitor in the Nissan." Panic over took me. He knew what the car looked like? Was he really at the Ballet Studio? Who was waiting for me? Victoria? Laurent? Who else could it be?