A/N: Who's ready for more?

Chapter-10

Isabella … Isabella … Isabella … he felt himself chant her name in his heart as he moved closer toward the closed doors of the café … the place he had come to associate to Isabella in the past few months they had known each other.

When the doorbell tinkled with his entrance, he saw Jake's gray-haired head poke up from the cash register. He thought there was a flicker of something in the old man's glance as he nodded toward him. Taking a seat at his usual table, Edward checked his watch. It was time for her usual shift. He craned his head to see if she was approaching his table, but all he could see was Jake's cold eyes drilling holes in his head as he approached him … a tray in his hands.

"Hey, Jake," he started but was quickly stopped in mid-sentence as the man held up a wooden plaque from the tray in his hands. It read, "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone". Looking at Edward with wrathful eyes Jake said, "You're not welcome here anymore. So get moving."

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

Jake narrowed his eyes at him then. "Don't you think you've done enough, buddy? You've made her unhappy."

Unhappy? Edward thought, feeling his heart break as he remembered the despicable way he had talked to her the other day. "Where is she?" he asked the older man desperately. "Please, I need to see her."

"She's not here."

"Jake, please," he pleaded. "I need to see her. Please tell me where she is. I need to tell her how sorry I am."

"Why should I tell you?" Jake asked roughly. "So you can go and hurt her all over again?"

"Please," Edward begged, starting to sound like a broken record to himself. "You don't know how I feel about her."

"Do you?"

His question made Edward take a deep breath. Then he nodded, his eyes downcast. "I do now."

Jake looked at him with suspicion for a long moment. "You won't hurt her again?" the older man asked slowly.

"Not if I can help it," he responded.

His misery seemed to melt the stone-hearted Jake Black as he sighed and said, "She hasn't been in for the last two days. She called in sick."

Sick? Isabella is sick. My Bella is sick … It was all Edward could think of as he requested Jake for her address.

The moment Jake handed him a piece of paper with her address on it, he pretty much ran out of the door, desperate to get to where he now knew his heart lays.

A/N: This is one Jake I really enjoyed writing, btw.

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