"Jake?" I said to the other line after he had greeted me, remembering the number.
"What's up? When are you coming home?" He asked.
"Nothing, and if you keep this up, I might not be coming home. Why did you take Rosalie? And what was with the metal house thing?" I started interrogating him and I felt like I needed an old light bulb to shove in his face.
"What are you talking about?" He sounded honest, but sounds could be deceiving.
"You know what I'm talking about; stop giving me the innocent school girl act. You're acting childish, now tell me!" I snapped at him, ready to bite his head off.
"Fine, I took her because I wanted to have leverage over you, so that you wouldn't turn into one of… them… and that you would stay human and be with me…. And I am not a school girl!" He sure sounded like one.
"Ok, but you didn't need to go to that extent. I'm coming home, you could have just waited until then, and then talked to me in person instead of taking Rose while I wasn't." I said trying to be as assertive as possible.
"I guess, but I thought of it and Quil and Embry were in, so it just…happened." He explained.
"Things like that don't just 'happen', Jake. There's always some motivation and you've already explained that to me. Now, if you had told me in the first place, maybe I would've gone easier on you, but since you didn't, I might not come and visit you when I'm home. But, it's a choice you made, and now you have to deal." I shut the phone before he could answer. It was harder than it looked to say that to him. I held back my tears with as much effort as possible; I would wait until night came, then I could blame it on missing Edward.
The next few days went by fast, and, before you knew it, it was the day that Edward was supposed to crash the plane. It worked and was all over the news.
"This just in," the news anchor women said to the camera, "that a plane has just crashed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Reporter Don Winters is at the scene now." The scene changed from inside the studio to being in a helicopter, looking down on what was left of the honeymoon jet that Alice had bought Edward and myself.
"Ok, Jean, this is it. All you can see is the tail, the rest of it went under the water about an hour ago when the crash happened. Oh my goodness, look! There's a person on a raft, come on, drop the copter." Don said to the driver. It dropped and picked up Edward, his acting was so realistic, I thought that he wasn't faking it.
"B-b-b-Bella." He shivered to one of the men on the helicopter.
"What was that?" The man asked him.
"M-m-my wife; where is she? She has to be down there, she told me she could swim…" He started to shake all over in serious shock. The men laid him down on the floor of the copter and wrapped him in many blankets.
I felt tears crawl down my face when I saw this; Edwards fake sobs, the tail of the huge jet in the background, everything was shockingly real. Much more real than I would ever imagine it, but it was done. Now, all we had to do was plan my funeral and get that over with.
"Bella, you know as well as he does that this is fake and that you are alive." Alice said soothingly, rubbing my back to calm me down.
"I know," sniffle, "it's just…happening." I didn't need to explain anything else, she knew what I meant. Alice stiffened.
"Charlie is coming." She said. I didn't need a second hint. I jumped up and ran upstairs into Edwards' bedroom.
"Not there, he's checking to make sure that what he heard was true. Go into the garage." I heard Alice whisper. Emmett had me in his arms and we raced out of the house and into the garage before I had a chance to blink.
"You wouldn't have made it." He said, smiling. Just then, I heard the doorbell ring; he was right.
OK, so this is what I have so far, I didn't want to get any threats saying something like 'if you don't update soon, I'll hurt you' or something along those lines, so here it is.
I should have another chapter posted tomorrow, but if not, definitaly Friday, sorry )
lovely-marshine