Chapter Six~ Help With the Hangover

You know I don't remember a thing
But they say I sure was raising some cain
I was a rock star, party hard,
Getting over you comeback kid
Yeah I must have did
What all my friends say
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

BPOV

Orange hair. It fluttered in the wind as her head turned and she looked at me…her eyes were blazing red.. Slowly licking drops of crimson blood off of her lips, the corners turned upwards into a mischievous grin.

"Hello Bella."

There was a loud knocking noise coming from the sky, looking upward for the source I felt cold hands grip my neck. The knocking noise became louder and louder as Victoria's fingers tightened around my neck.

"Bella!"

Snapping my eyes open, the room began spinning as a loud banging filled my ears.

"Bella! It's me…Jacob!"

Jacob. Jacob? Why did that name sound so familiar? The banging became louder and my head threatened to explode.

"Stop banging!" The noise immediately ceased and I closed my eyes again trying to remember who Jacob was. Oh! Jacob! From last night…oh god, last night. Groaning I tried to pull the sheets off of me when I realized I wasn't in my bedroom but was instead on the couch in my living room still fully clothed.

"Bella?"

"I'm coming!" Making an attempt to get up from the couch I managed to instead roll off and crash onto the floor making my head spin even more.

"You okay in there?"

"I'm fine! Be there in a sec!" Scrambling up, and stumbling my way to the front door, I opened it and a white light immediately rendered me blind. I raised my arm to shield it but had already stumbled backwards and felt a warm hand grab my arm to rebalance me.

"Good morning," he managed through a chuckle, "I thought you might need some breakfast after last night."

"Oh. Um, thanks…but you know you really didn't have to do that."

"Judging by your looks…I pretty much did."

Did he just insult me?

"My looks?"

Flashing a smile he closed the front door and made his way to the kitchen ignoring my question. I rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, I was appalling.

My hair looked like a bird's nest, matted and sticking up on one side and my eyes were red and puffy with dark circles around them. I looked like something out of a horror movie.

"Um, Jacob?"

"Yea?" He called from the kitchen.

"I'm gonna freshen up real quick."

His laughter echoed throughout the house from the kitchen in response. It sent chills down my spine…I hadn't heard laughter in the house in so long. It was kind of nice.

A few minutes later I had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and had managed to tame my hair. My eyes and headache on the other hand seemed to have a mind of their own. What was I thinking last night? I've never drank before. All I could remember was taking maybe two shots and everything else was pretty much a blur. And then there was that dream.

I had never dreamed about Victoria before. Where did that come from? Maybe it was the drinking. Shivering at the memory I made my way to the kitchen. Jacob was placing some toast and a banana on a plate and working on making some coffee. I felt a little resentment at the fact that he was completely awake and didn't have big puffy eyes.

"Jacob, again…you really didn't have to do this. I mean, you don't even know me."

"It's not much and to be honest with you, I feel a little guilty about last night and I thought the least I could do was bring over something to help with the hangover. Could you show me how to work this coffee pot?"

Walking over and turning on the coffee pot I waited for it to begin dripping before I responded.

"What do you feel guilty for?"

"Sit down. How are you feeling? Headache?" He guided me to the kitchen table and placed the plate of toast and bananas in front of me with a glass of water and then sat down across from me.

"Headache. Bad bad headache. But you didn't answer my question."

"Drink the water and eat. It'll help." Waiting for me to drink and take a bite of the toast he continued, "Well, I felt guilty because for one thing I didn't know you had never drank before. I would have stopped you after the second shot if I had known."

"I took more than two?"

"Way more than two," he laughed, "and you handled them like a pro…at first. And then I felt bad because you came with Jenna…and she was a bit too pre-occupied with some guy to take you home when you got sick. And I'm thinking that walking home at night with some guy you just met while you're sick wasn't the most comfortable situation."

"Actually I don't remember any of that." He grinned and nodded his head.

"Yea, I thought that might happen. How is your hand by the way?"

"My hand?" Looking down at my hands I saw one of them wrapped heavily in gauze and for the first time I noticed that it was tingling slightly. "What happened…?"

"You fell, well tripped I guess. I thought you were going crazy or something…but you know that place that is burnt down? I think it was a ballet studio or something…anyways we walked by it and you just went under the caution tape and started walking…then you tripped. So then I followed you to help you up and you wouldn't let me at first. Kept repeating something about an Edward staying with you? It was weird…but then again, drunk people do some pretty weird things."

Tears were welling up in my eyes as my stomach twisted and turned, clutching myself I tired to hold my body together. Something about an Edward staying with you…

"Bella? You're shaking…drink some more water. I'm gonna check on the coffee. Anyways, I think the combination of tequila and blood pushed you over the edge cause not long after you fell down you passed out so I carried you the rest of the way. Here's your coffee. Sugar? Cream?"

Pulling myself away from the gold eyes that were swimming in my mind, I took the coffee cup from Jacob and nodded yes to both. "When we got here I didn't feel right looking for your bedroom so I put you on the couch and looked in the bathroom for some gauze for your arm."

"I'm sorry you had to carry me home…I uh…I've never done anything like that before. I'm really sorry…"

"Bella, don't worry about it! To tell you the truth you were the best part about the party anyway and it wasn't a big deal to walk you home."

"But you had to carry me…"

"You weigh like five pounds…I barely noticed. Eat your banana."

Chewing on the banana for a few minutes I watched Jacob as he fixed his coffee. This was weird. Or maybe it was normal for him to show up at a girl's house after a party and bring them toast.

"Do you do this a lot?" He sat back down across from me with a puzzled expression on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you just show up at girls' houses the morning after they drank a lot and fix them breakfast?" His eyes widened and he quickly jumped up from his seat.

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…I just…Oh god I'm sorry…I guess I wasn't thinking…"

"No, no Jacob don't go! I didn't mean it like that…I just, uh, it's surprising that's all…don't go. It's kinda nice not to be alone…I think about too much when I'm alone." Jacob stared at me for a second and then he sat back down again and gave me a small sheepish smile.

"I don't ever do this. I just…you were…interesting…to talk to last night. I wanted an excuse to talk to you again."

My cheeks burned with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. There's no telling how interesting I was last night.

"Interesting huh?"

He chuckled again, "Yea. Interesting." His face lit up with a huge smile as he related to me all my adventures of last night. Apparently I was quite a dancer.

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APOV

"Emmett, leave him alone. We're all better off without …

"Without what Rosalie? Without Bella? Really? Look around you! Jasper's is so immersed with guilt he can barely function and our emotions aren't necessarily helping the situation. I've never seen Carlisle and Esme so worried about us, about our family. And if I have to look into Alice's eyes and see how upset she is one more time I'm gonna lose it!" He turned to look at me briefly before turning back to Rosalie. "It's time he has some sense knocked into him."

He stormed down the hallway not even pausing to open Edward's door, opting to tear it off instead.

"Edward."

I peered around Emmett to look at my brother. He stood in the middle of the room staring at nothing, just looking forward. He just stood there holding unto one of Bella's shirt he had taken from her room long ago. His hands caressed the fabric over and over again as if it was made out of glass. There was a pattern of holes where his hands had run over it so much it had worn through.

"Edward!" Emmett roared again. When Edward didn't acknowledge our presence he strode over and grabbed him by the shoulders forcing his face to meet his.

"What are you doing Edward? You think staying in here forever is going to fix anything? Just standing here holding her shirt? You're just going to let Bella walk out of your life?"

Edward didn't respond, his black eyes staring aimlessly forward.

"Edward! Are you listening to me? She has never been scared of us before…why would she start now?" Emmett grabbed Bella's shirt out of Edward's hands and shoved it in his face. "Do you really want this to be only part of Bella you'll ever have?"

With that Edward snapped and threw Emmett off of him and into the wall.

"We almost killed her! She's scared of us!"

Rosalie and I had slowly made our way into the room and approached Edward and gently touched his shoulder.

"Edward she's not…"

"Alice! Stop lying to yourself! She's doing what will keep her safe! Why can't you all see that?" Walking away from me he took back Bella's shirt from Emmett and started to make his way to the window.

"She loves you Edward!" Emmett yelled "Don't just let something like that get away!"

Rosalie moved forward to her husband and stared intently into his eyes for a second then walked over to Edward.

"He's right Edward." He turned to her with an expression of shock on his face. "You know that I have my…opinions…of Bella." Edward narrowed his eyes," But that doesn't change what the two of you had…have. You were happy Edward. She was happy." She looked over at Emmett again and then locked eyes with Edward. "That is something worth fighting for. You two can make it work."

He stared at her for a few moments, most likely listening to her thoughts for the meaning behind her words. Shifting his gaze from her to Emmett an understanding flashed in his eyes. His eyes closed and he breathed in the scent on Bella's shirt.

"Even if I did go to her…it wouldn't change anything." He turned to face me again and his eyes were searching.

What are you searching for?

"It wouldn't change anything…right? She would still feel the same…Alice?"

Looking into my brother's eyes I felt my vision take over.

Bella laughing while Edward held her in his arms. Bella reaching her arm up to run her hands through his hair. Edward kissing her sweetly on the lips.

"I'm so glad to have you back" Edward whispering to her and Bella sighing happily before nuzzling her head under his chin.

Breaking from the vision I looked at Edward…his eyes were alight with hope and his mouth threatened to smile.

"Alice…"he breathed out before pulling me into a hug.

Go get her Edward.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.

Hey Jude, don't let me down

You have found her, now go and get her

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better