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This chapter will give you some backstory...
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Chapter 4 - Flashback
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7 months earlier
Indiana University Hospital
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News Flash:Rizla Suzuki driverJacob Black is airlifted to hospital with a 'neck injury' following an accident in qualifying for the Indianapolis Grand Prix.
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The dark starless night sky outside made a striking contrast to the fluorescent lights of the waiting room. The young woman's features were so pale and colorless that she looked more like a ghost than living flesh and blood. Staring blindly into the splashing rain, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps.
"Isabella?" A voice spoke abruptly to the slumped form in the chair by the window. "You really should try and stay alert at a time like this."
Not even bothering to wipe her tears away, Bella stood up on wobbly legs and faced the newcomer.
"Renee, what are you doing here?"
"I came as soon as I heard. It's all over the news. I'm your mother, you should have called me."
The older woman's embrace was a firm one, but it brought no comfort or warmth to Bella.
"I…didn't think…I mean, there was no time…," she stumbled over her words then stopped and sighed. "You're right I'm sorry, I should have called."
"You poor thing, you look like you're in a daze. Do you know anything yet? How long has he been in the operating room?"
Glancing at the clock on the wall Bella swallowed thickly. "About four hours. It's really bad this time, Renee. He might not...they don't know if…," she couldn't finish her sentence due to the tears that threatened to overwhelm her.
Just then a nurse appeared in the doorway and quietly asked for Mrs. Jacob Black. The words were spoken with such urgency that it only took half a second for the Bella to realize the nature of the news that was about to come.
The trauma surgeon explained in a professional and kind manner that they had preformed multiple surgeries including an emergency procedure to reduce brain swelling. The patient's ruptured spleen had been removed and the fracture to his first lumbar vertebrae (his neck) had been stabilized with pins and rods.
"But he… he will make it through this though, won't he?" Bella questioned, feeling lightheaded with all the new information she had received. Her husband was in a coma and breathing through a respirator but at least he was breathing, at least he was still alive.
"It's too soon to tell. The next couple of days are going to be critical."
"I see," she nodded slowly. "Can I see him?"
"Of course. I don't mean to alarm you Mrs. Black, but the extent of his injuries are quite severe. The odds are not in his favor. "
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KOMO NEWS can report that the medical condition of motorcycle road racing mega star, Jacob Black is still critical. Black was rushed into hospital 10 hours ago after his motorcycle veered of the Circuit, during the Indianapolis Grand Prix and crashed into a concrete wall. The collision has supposedly left the Rizla Suzuki driver in a coma with a broken neck and a fractured skull. The next 48 hours will be critical for his recovery.
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Edward Cullen first heard about the accident on the radio while he was driving home from a Friday night baseball game. Some motor sport fanatic late-night-host, spoke in shocked disbelief about the crash that had landed the young racing star in hospital. The following week the news about the accident was all over the media.
No sportsman in the history of motorcycle racing had ever achieved as much, as quickly, and at such a tender age as Jacob Black. He first came to the attention of the American public when he became the youngest driver to ever claim a MotoGP World Championship point.
Born in Forks, Washington, Jacob began riding motorcycles as a pre-teen. At the age of thirteen he was competing with and beating drivers twice his age on the dirt tracks of the Pacific Northwest. His dedication and hard work eventually landed him a lucrative contract with Paul Denning's well-known and hugely successful Rizla Suzuki Team.
Edward, however, would always remember this kid as the scrawny boy from the Quileute Reservation who wrapped his bike around a lamppost outside Forks Motel and Liquor store.
No, scratch that, Edward would always remember Jacob Black as the guy who stole (and eventually married) Edward's high school sweetheart Isabella Swan.
Bella had been Edwards first love and his first heartbreak.
They dated secretly throughout the better part of their junior year at Forks High School. Secretly, because 17-year-old Bella was kept under strict surveillance by her over-protective father, who also happened to be the police chief in town. The girl had not been allowed to have a boyfriend, or much of a social life outside of school either for that matter. Chief Swan watched over his only daughter like a hawk.
The thrill of sneaking around had been intense, exciting and utterly addictive...
Their whirlwind romance lasted seven months and two days (a long time, at that age) before combusting in a blaze of hate and fury. The event that marked the beginning of the end went down one fateful evening in May. Someone, Black most likely (although Edward had never been able to prove that theory), gave Chief Swan an anonymous tip about a suspicious looking car parked by the meadow behind the old playground.
Needles to say, Edward was caught with his pants down and his hand in the cookie jar (Bella's cookie jar or cupcake-patterned panties as it so happened) and subsequently found himself being escorted home in handcuffs with a gun pressed to the small of his back.
The relationship had been doomed from that day on. Chief Swan had been livid to the point of contemplating lynching. Bella had not been allowed to return to school for the remaining weeks of the school year and their summer was spent… well, hundreds and hundreds of miles apart... thanks to some unspoken agreement between the parental units.
Bella had been whiskered away for an extended visit with her mom in Arizona while Edward found himself being shipped off to the Horack institute in Vienna for a summer music scholarship he had never applied for, let alone never heard of in the first place. It was no doubt his father's ass-backward way of trying to diffuse an otherwise tense situation.
When Edward finally returned home, after seven very long and cold weeks in Europe, he found Isabella, his Bella, in the arms of another guy.
Apparently A LOT of things had changed in the life of Isabella Swan over the summer.
Not only had she turned eighteen, but she also seemed to have found a second home on the Quileute Reservation, acquired a taste for fast motorcycles and gotten herself her first real public boyfriend. A boyfriend that was not only approved of, but, astonishingly, seemed to have been chosen by none other than the Chief himself.
Obviously the seven months they had shared hadn't meant as much to Bella as they had to Edward. What hurt the most was the way she happily complied with her father's wishes with seemingly no willpower or mind of her own.
The headstrong, stubborn, fiercely independent girl he once knew and loved was gone. In her place was a cold distant stranger. It was like she wasn't even the same person anymore.
Anyone with an ounce of sense could see that 'biker boy' wasn't a suitable boyfriend. The kid was a poser, a horndog and an idiot…. An idiot for not having the sense to cherish the girl the way she deserved…
Edward would always remember Jacob Black as the guy he beat to a bloody pulp behind the bleachers of Forks High School's football field after having caught him in a lip lock with some skanky blonde cheerleader, who most definitely wasn't his girlfriend.
Without ceremony, Edward punched him square in the jaw, sending the filthy dog sprawling to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
Normally Edward wasn't one to start fights, especially not sober while in public with the whole baseball team watching. He knew better than to get into any kind of physical altercation on school grounds, but the smug bastard was caught cheating and didn't even have the decency to look guilty.
One punch wasn't nearly enough. Biker boy still managed to look smug even with a nosebleed. Needless to say the dispute quickly burgeoned into a full blown fist fight; a fist fight that landed Edward with two fractured bones in his hand and a suspension from the baseball team for the remainder of the season.
'Biker boy' ended up with a concussion and a thoroughly mangled face but was back on his stupid bike less than two weeks later, with an if possible even more devoted girlfriend cheering for him from the sideline.
Any attempt at approaching Bella was a lost cause after that point… she never forgave Edward or spoke to him ever again.
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Posted on January 27th 2010 11:28 by TMZ staff
TMZ has learned that two-time World Grand Prix Champion and Road Racing Legend Jacob Black has died in hospital as a result of a serious head injury sustained during the Indianapolis Grand Prix.
Story developing…
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The Memorial Service
Sunday, February 1th, 2010
The memorial service for Jacob Black was held at First Beach in La Push on Quileute land. It was a private function to which only relatives, close friends and former colleagues had been invited.
It was supposed to be a small intimate 'affair', just like the Black/Swan wedding had been mere eight months earlier on that very same beach. The media however, had a different idea…
The sound of helicopters could be heard in the far distance more than four hours before the scheduled 'event'. Hordes of reporters and onlookers had gathered to witness the final farewell, causing a roadblock, which had to be dispersed by police.
When the actual inv
ited guests arrived, hours after the first helicopters had flown over the area, crowd control fences had to be brought in to provide at least some degree of privacy.
The guests were to be seated on folding chairs arranged in circular rows on the beach facing the ocean. There was no coffin, no urn, just a motorcycle and a podium for people to stand behind and talk about and share anecdotes about the deceased.
Edward was not sure what he was doing there, but he was there all the same, paying respect to a frenemy he had not spoken to in years… He could have done without it, to be honest! Revisiting the past is not always a pleasant experience. Sometimes it's better to just not look back.
His presence had been requested though… or rather his family's presence had been requested. His parents were highly respected members of the community of Forks WA.
His mother had earned herself a place in the town history books by being crowned Miss Washington twenty something years ago, making her somewhat of a local celebrity. Outside of Forks, however, her name was commonly associated with the interior design trade publication that she co-edited.
His father was perhaps best known for his accumulated wealth as the co-founder of a highly successful biotech company, but simultaneously he also held the position as the Chief of Surgery at Forks General Hospital; a position that came with both social status and obligations toward the local community, meaning his parents had a social calendar filled to the brim with town functions and social events that the good doctor and his wife were expected to attend.
This particular weekend though, Dr. Carlisle Cullen had a prior commitment (to speak at an international medical conference) that kept him not only out-of-state but out of the country at the time of the memorial service.
Esme Cullen had, in her husband's absence, insisted on having her youngest son staying with her over the weekend. Edward felt he had no choice but to comply to his mothers wishes. Esme knew her children well; she knew when to push and when to back off, when to punish and when to praise. More important yet, she was a master manipulator. One would have never expected so much persistent determination from such a soft spoken, polite and peaceful person.
You don't go against momma Esme if you know what's good for you!
So despite a great deal of reluctance, Edward packed his black Armani suit and got on a plane to spend 'quality time' with his mother. As much as he loved Esme he could think of better ways to spend his Sunday afternoon. The hoopla surrounding his hometown the day of the service was macabre to say the very least.
Edward felt like a vulture emoting for a tragedy that wasn't his own, especially after having witnessed the arrival of the family of the deceased.
Twelve police officers on motorcycles escorted the black vehicles into the area. The young widow's petite frame racked with quiet sobs as her sister-in-law helped her out of the car and led her to her front row seat. The crowd shifted enough for Edward to get a full view of her and he stared, unable to look away, unable to look directly at her, like a totally fascinating eclipse you know might burn your retinas out.
He had not seen or heard anything from to Bella since the day of their High School graduation all those years ago but Edward had to admit, she still held a certain fascination for him.
At that moment all he could think of was how unfair life was. What kind of God could stand by and watch such a beautiful woman cry?
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Blind Item - Revealed…sort of…
Last month, we posted a blind Item stating,
'Which newly married speed-loving sport star defines cheating the same way Bill Clinton used to? The frisky sport star, who claims to be faithful, limits his interactions with his groupies to oral sex. You don't have to be a sports fan to recognize his name.'
Well, this month, we would like to honor a great motorcycle legend
RIP Jacob Black, (1985- 2010)
Two-time World Grand Prix Champion and Road Racing Legend.
He was once involved with a beautiful woman who adored him (I'm sure you all saw the wedding pictures), this didn't stop him from having fun (again I'm sure you all saw the pictures).
Carpe Diem... Life is short, live it up while you can, you newer know when that concrete wall will hit you!
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