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BOV
I quickly ran down the stairs two at a time. Usually I would take the stairs one at a time because of the chance I might trip and break my neck, but I couldn't have cared anymore. Surprisingly, I didn't trip. Must have been that fate wouldn't want me to die just yet.
I had just reached the bottom of the stairs, when I got the glimpse of Charlie serving a bowl of cereal.
"Relax, I know better then to go near a pan, Bella." He said when he saw me.
"I don't know dad, remember the spaghetti you tried to cook?" I replied.
"On my behalf it was a microwave and a pot." He gave me the bowl of cheerios and grabbed his cup of coffee.
"Sure, but it is still considered cooking." I grabbed a spoon from the drawer and plopped myself down at the kitchen table. Even though I was looking at my breakfast, I could tell that Charlie was looking at me with scrutiny. I looked up to meet his gaze.
"What's up?" I asked.
"It should be me asking 'what's up?'" he replied, "You seem like you're in a good mood."
I could honestly feel the letter burning through my pocket. "Is that so?"
He just nodded, "I also noticed that your clothes are wrinkled, meaning that you either like the wrinkled look kids are wearing nowadays or you went out last night." He continued to look at me while taking a sip of his coffee.
I looked down and saw that I had khaki cargo pants and a blue top that looked not only wrinkled, but also grass stained as well. "Dad, nothing gets past you, huh?"
He only shrugged and continued to sip his coffee.
"Sorry, about that. I was just so tired last night that I forgot to change." I took a bite out my cereal and smiled.
"That's not the only thing different about you…you look…happier." He said.
I finished eating my cereal thinking of what to say. Obviously I couldn't tell him about the note; he'd just think that I had finally got delusional and wrote the note myself.
"Dad…don't you think it is time for me to be happy again…because…I think so." I poked at a little lifesaver cheerio making it bob up and down.
"Of course I want you to be happy, but you don't have to put a façade on for me, I want you to be happy because you want to be." He whispered.
I got up and took my bowl to the sink, "Believe me dad, I think things are going to change for the better around here…"I turned around to face Charlie, "But promise me one thing dad?"
"And what's that?"
I took a deep breath, "No matter what happens, please have an open mind. Things may not always be what they seemed as before."
He gave me a quizzical look, "Why you turning all philosophical on me so early in the morning?" he said.
"Because that's when you are at your weakest, dad." I smiled.
He got up and started walking to the door. I sighed with relief. So far, so good. I dodged a bullet with Charlie. I don't know how long my luck could last. He grabbed his coat off the rack and turned.
"So, what are you going to do this fine Saturday, while I'm at work?" He asked.
God knows how I hate lying, probably because I was such a bad liar… "Maybe I'll head to the library, check out a few books." I said as best as I could.
"Alright, I'll see you later Bella" And with that he shut the door behind him. I waited to hear the car start and drive away before I dashed upstairs. I decided to change into something that looked less wrinkled.
An hour later, I had on a red v-neck t-shirt and snug, but comfortable jeans. There was nothing that I could do with my hair. I tried brushing through it, but finally I gave up and put it in a messy bun. It only took me fifteen min, to change and wash, but the rest of the time I was pacing in my room, thinking.
I came downstairs ready to go; now all I had to do was find the truck keys. I began in the kitchen.
Why would Edward come back? I opened the kitchen drawer. Nope, not in there. First of all, am I still dreaming? Or was it a dream? I sifted through the upper cabinets. I stopped. No, this is real. I subconsciously felt for the letter in my jean pocket, just to reassure myself. My fingers touched the now crimpled paper. Yup, it's real. The scrapes on my hands, the grass stains, my heart beating out of my chest at the thought of seeing Edward, all real.
I began on my search again; to the living room. First off, I need to get my head back on my shoulders. What really happened last night? I remember that I dreamt of the day that Edward left me, but that is what I dream of every night. I picked up the cushions from the sofa. I sighed. Not there either. I went back upstairs, maybe I left them in my pants.
I crossed my room and looked through the pockets. The small jingle of keys told me that I had hit the jack pot; I closed my hands around them and started to head out. As I turned I saw my violin and a small nick at the side of the neck.
"What the…" I walked over and picked her up.
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I woke from my trance, only to hear my violin playing him into song. The strings capture his dark velvet voice, my bow plays his overprotective actions, but the ending singed the eyes of the soul that I saw in him. That I still see in him, when my memories intrude my waking hours. I tossed my violin to the dirt and I let myself fall on all fours. I cried violently, sobbing incoherent words.
"I'm such an idiot! I came here to show you that I am better without you! But I only proved that my heart still tears with every breath I take…I was just a tool, a toy…a…fleeting thought." I lifted my hands and saw that I scratched them on the boulder when I crumbled to the floor; it was deep enough that it started to bleed.
Immediately my stomach started doing back flips. I began breathing through my mouth.
"Well this is just perfect…"I began to pick myself up.
"It is indeed."
I froze. Finally, my head was starting the hallucinations, I knew my reasoning would fall away from me, it was only a matter of time .My stomach started to go in overtime with convulsions, but it wasn't from the blood that was oozing from my hands. It was the only voice, that perfect voice, which could only match with the fire flame of red hair.
Then:
Bella, don't listen to her! I have and will always love you! Don't you see! I left to protect you, from my kind!" At this he looked at Victoria, "Obviously, I see now, that it hasn't worked at all as I planned. I want you, more than you will ever know!"
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It was like the floor had dropped from under me and my heart was set a fire, shakily I put my violin down.
What Happened! Did Victoria escape? My heart thumped furiously. Did Edward get hurt?
If I was hurrying to get to Edward before, now I was frantic to meet him. And I knew exactly where.
I ran down the stairs and was halfway through the front door, when the telephone rang. I looked back at the white phone. You should pick it up… I closed the door behind me, and walked to the truck.
I turned the key in the ignition, and the truck made a spurting noise.
"Don't do this to me now, come on." I tried again. The engine roared to life.
"Yes!" I pulled out of the driveway and headed to Edward's home.
I was really pushing her to go over 60 mph, but she wouldn't budge pass 55. Finally, I passed the halfway mark to his house, when my cell phone rang.
Tempted as I was to just let it ring, I just couldn't leave it be. Charlie probably was the one who called this morning. Maybe Charlie forgot something important.
I picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey Bells…"
It was Charlie.
"Did you forget something dad, because I am on-"
"No, Bells…something happened…" He said solemnly.
My voice came up an octave higher, "Are you okay, what happened?" I asked.
"I'm fine…It's about Jacob."He replied.
I couldn't concentrate; I pulled to the side of the road and turned the ignition off.
"He was in a car accident." He continued.
