My Twilight Story- New Moon- What if when Bella jumped, Jacob needed some help resuscitating her?
Chapter 5%-Beyond Processing
Author's Note: This chapter and the next take place during the same time period. As Bella is getting the information she needs in her room, Jake is off going to get Charlie. And yes, I know my song may appear corny, but it is very accurate with what Jake feels. He needs a good scream.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not me.
Song: "Scream" from the High School Musical 3 Soundtrack
Jacob POV:
As I jumped out of my chair and practically ran for the door, I vaguely realized that this would probably hurt Bella's feelings. I would have to deal with that later, because I couldn't stay in that room one second longer. If I had to endure her making small talk with those leeches, and sobbing in the psychic ones arms for one more minute; I was going to explode.
She was supposed to wake up and cry in my arms. She was supposed to scream at the leeches and demand that they leave. She wasn't supposed to welcome them with open arms. I couldn't believe her, after they left her without a goodbye, how could she act so grateful to see them? My brain was beyond processing at this point.
As I hurried across the hospital's parking lot for the stretch of woods that ran parallel to it, I wondered about the psychic's words. She had told the doctor that she had seen her sister call Him, and tell Him Bella died. I hope He was in agony. I hoped He was going to do something stupid. Rid the world of Himself so that Bella could move on…to me, someone who could give her the future she deserved.
I reached the woods and immediately phased. As my pack brothers picked at my mind, I registered Seth's sorrow. My feelings of helplessness and despair were nothing compared to his. Losing his dad was hitting him and his family hard. My view on life increased as I thanked whatever entity had saved Bella.
I reached home, and after phasing, hopped into the Rabbit. The drive to Charlie's helped to clear my head a little. It was good to focus on something mindless like driving. As I pulled in the driveway, I saw a light flip on, even though it was after two in the morning. I had promised Charlie I would let him know if anything had changed. And here I was to report that she was awake and talking.
Charlie met me at the door, desperation on his face. "How is she?"
I smiled for Charlie's sake, event though I knew it would not reach my eyes. "She woke up, and she's talking coherently. I thought I'd come in person, I would've had trouble believing it if you had called me."
Charlie pulled me into a tight hug and sighed in relief.
"I'm going to go home and get some sleep. I'll probably see you and Bella in the morning."
"If you want, Jake, you can stay here. Your exhausted and you probably shouldn't be driving." Charlie offered.
As I met the chief of police's gaze, I decided to take his advice. "Thanks Charlie, I've got some stuff I want to grab out of my car first."
"Your welcome, Jake, and thank you for everything." Charlie called as he hopped into the cruiser.
I sat behind the wheel of the Rabbit for a long time. I just couldn't sort out my thoughts. I loved Bella; truly, madly, deeply. Why did she always have to choose the stupid bloodsuckers? I slammed my hands against the wheel, pulling back at the last second to avoid damaging it. I couldn't deal with all of these emotions. I hurled myself out of the car and ran for the woods to phase. As I immersed myself in pack work, I wondered what the Cullens being back in town would mean for the pack.
Would our old borders be reestablished? What would it mean for Bella? Being on their side, would she be able to come to La Push anymore? As these thoughts whirled through my head, I wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to be the alpha. All of these decisions on my shoulders, the ability to make others follow my order, rather than listening to someone else give them. It did have a certain appeal. And in this moment, I wished I had that responsibility. If only to distract me from my anger for the Cullens.