"I came here to talk to you," he said quietly. His smile grew wider. His white teeth were bright against his bronzed skin. His dark hair cascaded around his face and down his back. He must have phased at least ten minutes ago, because his hair was still tousled from the wind.
"Jacob," I said trying to move away. "Get the fuck away from me." I tried to side step him, but he stepped in front of me.
"Don't be like that Bella," he said resting his hand on my cheek. I quickly slapped it off and he slapped me hard enough for it to sting. "Don't ever do that again," he said quietly, but his voice held nothing but anger. He pulled his hand back again and hit me hard across the cheek. He then punched me and I was pretty sure that it must have broken something. I tried to escape the corner he pushed me back into the wall. I looked around and realized that the store was empty.
"What happened to everyone," I asked regretting it instantly.
"Did I not tell you Bella," he asked quietly. "I'm the manager of the store now. I can clear this place out fast and when I saw you enter with your little friend I knew that this was my chance. The restraining order said nothing about you coming to see me. I quickly told the costumers that I had to close the store for the afternoon and everyone left. Your friend tried to come in to get you, but I told her I'd send you out to her. The poor thing didn't know that she wouldn't be able to see your future with a werewolf close by. Isn't my planning perfect," he asked as he stepped closer to me. I tried to step away from the wall, but he pushed me back again and I felt and heard the tear as my scalp was cut. I screamed and Jacob clamped his hand down over my mouth with too much force.
I bit his hand and kicked him in the groin. He fell to the ground and I tried to run from him, but I was getting too dizzy to keep my balance fully. I looked behind me to see if he had gotten up and soon realized how dumb that idea was. I tripped and hit my head hard on the ground. I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around me like iron bars. Soon the ground was no longer under me and I tried to protest, but all that made it out of my mouth was the sound of air being pushed out at maximum force.
"Don't try to talk," a quiet voice said. The voice was as light and beautiful as wind chimes. "Dad," She said, "It is Alice. Bella's hurt. I'm on my way there." I heard a phone close and everything went completely quiet. I felt free, as if I was floating. I was sure that if this were death that I didn't mind it. It was peaceful, relaxing. There were none of those clichés of flashbacks or reliving anything, just a peaceful blackness. I let myself go and completely into the darkness.
The next thing I heard was a frantic voice close to my head. "Bella," it whispered. "Please be okay. Bella, are you okay." The voice sounded like an angel…an angel of despair. I tried to talk to him and tell him that I was fine, but it felt like there was a weight pushing down on my chest. I could smell the scent of blood and it made my stomach turn. Surely this couldn't be heaven. Where was I? I forced for my eyes to open and saw the saddest face. I didn't know where I was, but he was with me and holding my hand. I turned my head the slightest bit and screamed in pain.
He placed a hand on my cheek and tried to calm me saying, "Bella, don't try to move." I nodded to let him know I understood and screamed again. "Carlisle," he called. Soon after Carlisle entered the room and saw that I was awake. "What do we do?" I closed my eyes not wanting to see his pain stricken face.
"We have no other choice," Carlisle told him. "She has lost too much blood and she injured her spine badly. I give her about 12 hours, and that is majorly stretching it, for her to live if we don't change her."
I couldn't see what emotion played on Edward's face, but I knew that he must have made a decision when he kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry," was all he said before biting my neck.
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