Chapter 7: R.I.P. Truck
When Edward dropped me off in La Push, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and said goodbye before I walked over to the Black residence and knocked on the door.
Jacob answered, a confused look on his face.
"Uh, hi Bella," he said.
"Hey, Jake!" I smiled.
"What are you doing here?" he asked me.
"I wanted to meet Heather," I replied simply.
His eyes narrowed. "How do you know about Heather?"
"Mind-reading vampire boyfriend," I admitted. "He heard you thinking about a girl named Heather and he told me you imprinted. I'm so happy for you, Jacob!"
I hugged him excitedly, but he didn't move.
"Tell Edward to stay out of my mind next time," Jacob snarled into my ear.
I pulled away. "He can't help it. I'm the only one he can't hear."
"Lucky you," Jacob grumbled, letting me in.
I sat down on the couch, saying hello to Billy, who was trying to fix himself a sandwich. Jacob plopped down next to me for a few minutes, then suggested that we go for a walk on the beach. His semi-curly black hair was shorter than usual.
"So how have you been, Jacob?" I asked.
He shrugged, "A little bored, actually."
I nodded. "So where did you meet Heather?"
"She's Quil's cousin, and she just moved here," he explained. "When I first saw her, I couldn't feel anything but the urge to start talking to her. She's perfect for me."
I smiled. "I'm glad you found your perfect girl."
"You were my perfect girl," he muttered.
"No I wasn't, Jacob," I said under my breath.
"Yes you were!" he said forcefully.
"I belong with Edward! You have Heather!" I told him, getting angry now.
He sneered, "Why do you say her name like that?"
"Like what?" I demanded.
"Like it's a curse word or something. You say 'Edward' like it's the name of God, but 'Heather' sounds like gum under your shoe," he explained.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Jacob! I'm leaving!"
I dialed up Emmett's number and demanded where my truck was. Rosalie answered instead, since Emmett was out hunting with Edward.
"Hi, Rosalie," I said.
"Hello, Bella."
"I was just wondering if Emmett had finished my truck yet," I proposed.
She cleared her throat. "Um, Bella, there's something I need to show you. I can pick you up. Where are you?"
"La Push," I admitted.
"Why?" she demanded.
"I wanted to talk to Jacob," I explained. "I'll meet you at the boundary line."
"Fine," she spat, "See you soon."
She picked me up in her red convertible and drove me to the Cullen's place. I followed her to Emmett's garage, only to see a huge red hunk of metal on the floor.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the massive crumpled ball of metal.
She crossed her arms and waited for me to understand.
"Is that my...?" I couldn't finish my sentence. I didn't want to believe that the pile of metal was the remains of my car.
Rosalie patted me on the back as I was shaking with fury, and then she left me alone to have a personal funeral with my truck. Charlie would probably pop a blood vessel screaming at me, and would most likely ban Edward from the house again.
I dug my phone out from my pocket and dialed Edward's number. I knew he would answer me no matter what.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Edward, put Emmett on the phone," I ordered.
"Why, what's wrong?" Edward sounded concerned.
"Just do it," I growled, and Edward obeyed.
"Hey, Bella," Emmett said.
"Emmett, I could kill you right now. Do you know why I'm fighting the urge to go after you and kill you right now?" I hissed.
He laughed nervously. "No, I don't. Can you tell me why?"
"Two words: Red truck," I snapped.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, Bella."
"Why would you do that, Emmett?" I asked frantically.
"Edward asked me to do it for him," Emmett replied simply, suddenly handing the phone back to Edward.
"Bella," Edward cooed, trying to calm me down.
"Why would you make Emmett destroy my car? Are you INSANE?" I lost it, basically. Edward took the phone away from his ear.
"I'll show you when I get home," he said simply, hanging up on me.
I waited patiently at the Cullen's house. Periodically, I was in his room. I played around with the piano, playing "Doe, a Deer" and feeling like a moron since I could barely play that properly. It had been a long time since I played the piano. The last time was when I was still with Renee, and she made me take lessons.
Rosalie and I spent a little time together, too, mostly just discussing Emmett and Edward and then the wedding.
"Am I your bridesmaid?" Rosalie asked, looking into my eyes with her gorgeous gold eyes.
"One of them, if you want," I said, smiling at her.
"I wish you stayed human, I really do," she said finally.
I shook my head. "Edward and I really want this. I need Edward."
"You already have him. You don't need to be a vampire for him to love you," she said to me, not looking me in the eyes.
"If you were still human, would you be able to stay with Emmett?" I asked suddenly, sick of the guilt she was inflicting on me. She looked me in the eyes now, looking angry.
"Yes, I would! Because I'm completely sure he would love me, old or young!" she snapped at me. I shut my mouth after that. Thankfully, it was only a few more minutes before Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Carlisle, and Esme were home.
"Edward," I growled, motioning for him to follow me.
He obeyed silently, listening to me silently as I shouted at him. When I was done, he said simply, "Did you happen to see the car next to the remains of your truck?"
"No," I replied.
"Follow me," he murmured, smiling his crooked smile. I groaned, but followed him down to Emmett's garage where Edward pointed out a black Audi to me.
"It's yours," he said to me. My mouth fell open.
"Edward," I choked out, "You shouldn't have."
He put his cold finger on my lip.
"Don't even say it," he laughed deep in his throat. "I love you, and I want you to have this car. Please take it."
"How can I refuse?" I asked, getting in the driver's seat. I pressed a button and rolled the window down. "It smells like new car!"
"It should," he said, kissing me through the open window.
My finger wiggled over to the window button and I pressed it, rolling it up, stopping Edward from kissing me. He rolled his eyes at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him from behind the window.
"I love you!" I said.
"Sure you do," Edward said, leaving me in the car by myself, laughing as he left. I loved to hear that sound.
