Chapter 7

Age 17

BPOV

The day after the guys met with Aro, they went back in to sign a year contract with Aro Productions. The contract stated that they needed to produce one record and go on tour. At that time, Aro will decide whether they'd want to sign them for another year (or even long if he wishes), or Breaking Dawn can leave Aro Productions, and go to a new company, if they'd like. Esme and Carlisle had they're lawyer on video chat during the meeting, and had him review the contract, to make sure that everything was okay and they weren't getting screwed over.

They spent four months in LA making their CD and came home right before their CD was set to came out. The CD has been out for about a month now, and it's been doing fantastic! People seemed to love it. They had done a few interviews, and people were starting to recognize them when we went into town. They're going to be going on tour starting next month, all three of them where excited and ready to go. We were going to be meeting them in the last city on their tour, which was in New York.

Garrett was a great manager, he was, not only, helping them with everything they needed, but he was also helping Rose get her modeling career off the ground. He was in no way a modeling agent, but he had friends that he was able to get in Rose in contact with. That way she could get her name out there. He'd also talked her into doing a couple of songs with the guys. She'd always loved the music, she just liked to model a little more.

Alice and I were starting our senior year in a week, and we're both pretty excited to be almost done with school. Alice couldn't wait to go off to college, she was going to major in fashion and minor in business. She wanted to start her own company and clothing line. Even though the guys were in California a lot lately, she would still mail them clothes so that they could look up to her expectations.

All my friends seemed to have their lives figured out and know what they wanted to do, but I, on the other hand, had no idea what I wanted to do with life after high school. I liked music, but I couldn't see myself doing that. Was I even good enough to do it? I didn't even have a band, and I definitely didn't want to piggyback off my brother for the rest of my life. I also enjoyed writing. I'd written a few short stories and a couple of songs, but was I good enough to do that? Then, I also enjoyed everything that went on in the background of music. The producing, the recording, the writing, the management. Basically, I had no idea what I wanted.

"Bella!" my mom called from downstairs, snapping me out of my thoughts, "I'm going to the Port Angeles to buy some clothes, do you want to come with me and get some stuff for school?"

"Yeah, sure," I yelled back, getting up and heading down the stairs.

A couple hours later, we were on our way back from Port Angeles, just laughing and talking about life. "So," she said, suddenly changing the topic, "Are going to miss your brother while he's gone?"

I shrugged, "Yeah," I said, "I guess. I'll see him in New York at the end of the month though. That will be cool, I've never been to New York."

She nodded, "What about Edward?" she asked.

I turned my head to look at her, "What about Edward?" I asked. Where is she going with this?

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not stupid, Bella," she said, "I can see the way you look at him."

I didn't say anything for a minute. Why is she even doing this right now? "I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

She stopped at a read light and looked at me, "Bella," she said, "I know you like him. There's no point in lying to me."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes," I said, "I'm going to miss Edward. Not like it matters anyway, he's not going to miss me."

"I think he will," she said, "But you'll never know unless you do something about it. You should tell him how you feel."

I shook my head, "He's basically with that one model now," I said, "Tanya."

She rolled her eyes and huffed, "Her?" she said, "You're way better than her."

I laughed, "You're a bit biased, Mom," I said, "You and Esme just want me and Edward together so we can all be one family!"

She grinned, "Well," she said, "That would be nice."

We both laughed and looked back at the road as the light changed. She started driving again, and I saw her open her mouth to say something else, but she was cut off by the loud sound of tires screeching.

I didn't even get a chance to look and see what happened. I just heard the tires and the loud crash of another car colliding with ours. I felt our car being thrown across the intersection, and my head hitting my window.

Then everything was black.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

What the hell is that annoying beeping sound?

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Someone needs to shut that shit off.

"You promise she'll be okay right?" I heard someone say. Is that Emmett? Promise who would be okay? Why did he sound so upset?

That's when I remembered. The tires screeching. The crash of another car hitting us. My screaming. The car flipping. My head hitting the window.

"She'll be fine, Em," that was definitely Carlisle, "She has a minor concussion, a broken arm, from the way the airbag hit, and some cuts and bruises from the glass, the seat belt, and the airbag. I promise you, Em. She's fine."

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I was laying in a hospital bed. Alice was sitting on the bed by my feet and Edward was sitting on the ground beside the bed, with his head rested on top of it. Jasper was sitting in a chair across the room from me, his head in his hands. Esme was sitting in a chair beside me, I couldn't tell if her eyes were red from crying or if she was just tired. My brother was standing by the door of the room, with his hand In Rose's and he was talking to Carlisle. I couldn't see my brother's face, but I could tell by the sound of his voice he was upset.

I tried to move and sit up; the movement causing both Alice and Edward to turn and look at me. "Bella," Edward said, jumping to his feet. How did he move that fast? I thought he was asleep, "Let me help you."

He helped me sit up, my body tingling with his touch, "Thank you," I whispered.

Everyone rushed to me at once, "Bella," Carlisle said, "How do you feel?"

I shrugged, "My head kind of hurts," I said. Then I looked down at my arm, "My arm kind of hurts too, but I guess that makes sense."

He nodded, "I can have a nurse bring you something for the pain," he said, "Other than that, how do you feel?"

I nodded, the movement hurting my head, "Fine," I said. I looked around at all their faces and saw that everyone still loved upset. I looked at my brother and he walked over and sat on the bed beside me.

Then it hit me, "How's mom?" I asked. Emmett looked down at his hands. "Emmett." He looked up at me and I saw the tears streaming down his face. He shook his head. "No," I whispered, the tears starting to fall down my face.

"It was a drunk driver, Belly," he said, "He hit you guys directly on Mom's side of the car. She died instantly." I began crying, not even knowing what to say. I just cried. I felt Emmett pull me to him and we cried together. I couldn't believe we were going through this all over again. Why us? Why her? What were we going to do?