Chapter 9
I'm Going With You
Bella's POV
Time passed slowly during the time I spent at the hospital. I did fine in surgery, yet the recovery was excruciating. Not in the physical sense, just the emotional. My maternal instincts were overwhelming. I desperately need to know where my daughter was. However, I never heard from either Jasmine or James.
I was tired of this sick game James always played with me. I hated being tracked, shot at, chased through a busy street, having my child taken away from me, etc…As soon as I was free from this white prison, I would search for Jasmine. Once I got her, we would flee to Forks. I loathed leaving the sunny, hot days of Phoenix for the snowy, cold days of Forks. Yet, it seemed as though I had no choice.
I could tell that Renee was worried about me. I longed to explain to her about the nightmares, the reason I had them…basically what was bothering me 24/7. However, I knew she would not understand. She would ask why I did not get an abortion. I had an answer for that one. The minute I had heard her heartbeat, I could not fathom killing her. It was wrong. It was murder.
The phone next to my bed rang, interrupting my pondering. I picked it up slowly, wincing slightly at the mild pain that made my arms ache.
"Hello?"
"Isabella. How nice to finally hear your lovely voice," James purred. My heart almost stopped beating. Almost.
"Cut it out, James," I snapped. "Where's Jasmine?"
"She's with me."
"Is she safe?"
"Yes, of course. She is always safe with me. I am her father after all," James said, cheerfully.
"Don't remind me."
"Have you forgotten that splendid night already? How sad…I guess I should freshen your memory…"
"I'd rather you not," I barked. "I want Jasmine to be with me. Bring her here to the hospital."
"You're leaving," he stated.
"Yes," I confirmed. "Why would you care?"
"Because I'm going with you," he said.
"I won't let you go with us," I argued.
"Then you shall be going alone," James retorted. "Jasmine will stay with me, period."
"What are you going to do with her? Torture her?"
"Why yes…killing is so much more fun when it's slow and painful…"
The line went dead.
I could not take it anymore. I got out of the bed, and went over to my shoes. I slipped out of the hospital gown and into my regular clothes. I grabbed a pen and piece of paper from my bedside table.
Mom-
I have to leave Phoenix. I need to take a break and visit Dad. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance for a formal good-bye…I will stop by the house for clothes and then I will call the airlines and get the first flight to Seattle. Don't worry, I will be fine. I love you, Mom.
-Bella.
Suddenly remembering my birthday was this Saturday, I scribbled,
P.S. Don't worry about my birthday either. I will celebrate my seventeenth birthday with Dad.
I sat the note on my bed, opened the door, and stepped out into the busy hall. Sarah-Lynn had said I could leave today if I was feeling well enough, so checking out was not a problem.
The real problem did not occur until I reached the exit.
"Bella?!"
I whirled and stood face-to-face with my mother. Oh great.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, worried.
"The doctor said I could leave today," I said, honestly.
"And you were going to walk? Let me drive you home, for Heaven's sake!" Renee practically shouted.
"Actually, Mom. I'm leaving today."
"Yes, I know," Renee said, confused. "You're coming home."
"No, Mom. I'm leaving…I'm going to Forks."
"Oh. Alright…"
Two hours later at the airport
Renee tried to get me to stay, and each time I would lie about wanting to go live with Charlie for a while. I could tell she did not believe me. But after several minutes she finally stopped arguing.
I got my ticket, checked my luggage, and got on the plane.
I was on my way to Forks.
And I held back tears the whole way there.
End of Chapter Nine
A/N: Well there you have it. Bella is on her way to Forks. However, this story is far from over.
It might be a while before the next chapter, I'm starting school tomorrow. If you have any suggestions or comments for this story, let me know.
Thanks for all the reviews!
With love,
Carlisle's Girl
