first, thanks for reading this story. now all i've got to say is,,, PLEASE REVIEW, and,.. could you give me 2 boy names and 1 girl name?
I mean, if you like the story, and this chapter, REVIEW!!
OK,, Just one more thing before I leave you to read this chapter... Bella, DID have fishes when she was little, she said so in the books.
XOXO, PAULA
Chapter nine
As Alice predicted, that night, I went out. Everyone was in the house but they didn't ask questions.
Edward watched me go with an odd expression.
I got into one of Alice's new cars, the hot pink personalized Jaguar she loved. She had put it a name, Emma it was called.
It looked like a car a Barbie would buy, but you didn't simply get between Alice and her tastes.
She too, had made Edward buy her a yellow race car, a Porsche. A promise Edward had made her some time ago. I had laughed like crazy the day Alice came and imposed him to buy her a car.
It was hilarious to see her, with her pixie complexion and soprano voice to stand up to Edward and oblige someone bigger than her to do something (not as if Edward wasn't pleased, he loved it and used the opportunity to imply that I could use a car, too). I hadn't bought a car, I simply couldn't.
It was raining in Forks, like always was.
That thought kind of made me feel homesick, melancholic…
I stood parked in front of my old house for some minutes, deciding what to do before realizing that if I looked through the water curtain I was able to see that the house was empty.
Hopelessly unable to leave, I stood out of the car and my clothes were soaked in seconds.
I thought of Alice who had enjoyed too much picking this for me, some kind of designer black jeans (which were just jeans to me), a baby blue button down shirt also expensive and some high heels (that I had never ever would have been able to use as a human) cling to my feet like they were made for me, they were baby blue too and very high, I think, and this is the only designer name I remember because one I had a fish named that way so it stood out when Alice happily named the guy: Jimmy ch-something.
Okay my fish was called Jimmy and died soon after my mum bought him to me. He wasn't all that pretty after all, even less when I had to flush him in my bathroom and had to see him spin and spin in the water until he disappeared.
I walked until I was facing my old house, my old door.
Everything brought pain, memories, it was all too much and I was about to leave when I heard and smelt someone coming silently (to human ears) behind me.
"He's gone, you know? To Billy's." the voice said.
"It's better that way." I answered, not turning to see him.
"I am sorry."
Then, and only because I was in a dark mood, I turned around and faced Jacob.
"Don't." I said through gritted teeth, "Don't feel sorry for me," I sighed, "I don't deserve it" I murmured not expecting him to hear.
He didn't.
"I am not sorry for you, I am sorry you can't see him and he can't see you even though you both love each other…"
"How did you know I would come?" I changed the subject.
I sat on the steps under the rain and Jacob silently sat next to me before answering.
"You wouldn't miss your father's birthday, the Bells I know wouldn't."
I changed.
The rain was running through my dark hair, through my hard skin and through my clothes. Jacob didn't protest, but I saw him trying to tie his long hair with an elastic band so it wouldn't get in the middle.
I wanted to scream at him, to shake him and get some sense into him. That might scare him.
"So you waited all day long for me to come?"
He flushed. Without looking at him, I felt the blood rush to his face, and like the water hit my face, I felt the smell of his blood and… it weirdered me out that it didn't make me desire it, him.
It was strong, but like some kind of strong liquor (when you are human) doesn't make you instantly want to drink it, Jacob's blood had that. That instant relief that I wouldn't want to kill him rushed through me as his blood had through his face. It felt like heaven, not to want to kill that blood-filled and life-full walking thing that happened to be my friend.
"Thanks," I held his hand, his covered mine. It didn't scared me my skin was too cold or too hard, we were under the rain after all, and he could blame it on the rain and the wind, right?
"Thanks," I repeated, "For coming, for supporting me and for not telling anyone my secret."
He blushed deeply and I gloated in joy as I felt nothing in response.
"Jake…" I began, but he cut me off.
"You've gotta go." It wasn't a question.
"Yep."
He hugged me and I left.
Leaving Jacob, leaving Forks, leaving my dad, leaving my home felt as if I left some part of my heart behind, as if some part of me was there, with them…
The night was cloudy, not a single star was in the sky. The air was cold and a freezing wind made the little trees dance. The rain had subsided and was now a simple humid feeling in the air that hung there, barely there.
It happened too fast for me to react, and I couldn't think of a better thing to do than go to Edward.
He was always collected, calm but not tonight. Not when I told him what had happened (barely told him a resume) and what was waiting in my car, Alice's car.
Rosalie, Esme, Carlisle, Eleazar, Carmen, Irina, Kate and Tanya stared at me with amusement and curiosity, maybe mixed with some anger. I had done wrong.
But what could I do?
I was scared. I couldn't think of any other option.
Alice was smiling, and I knew she was planning what to do of the situation.
Emmett just looked at me with a "Go, Bella!" but I think it was just because Edward was staring at me with such bewilderment he just enjoyed seeing Edward out of his element for a moment.
Jasper was too focused on perceiving the house moods to pay any attention to me now.
"I am sorry, I didn't want to cause trouble" the "thing" I had told to stay in the car said.
Every eye focused on him.
I feared for his life, in that moment. I remembered Dawn and Ash.
"Don't hurt him." I said almost in a snarl. I put myself in front of him.
"Bella." Edward pleaded.
"No, don't." I said.
I hadn't yet told them the whole story, and I guessed now was a very good moment to do so.
"Well, I…" and the story, his story poured out of me like the rain had in Forks: fast, constant and unstoppable.
