Chapter 11
Edward's POV
Jacob kept cackling at me as I stared at him through the bars. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I cringed my teeth and called to Charlie: "Phone call, please?"
You know, this isn't generally the thing you get put in jail for. Speeding? I mean, really. Getting a ticket I could understand. But arrested? Charlie's definitely doing this to smite me.
He rolled his eyes and unlocked the cell, and he escorted me to the phone.
I dialed Alice's number.
"Edward! WHAT'D YOUDO?" Alice's shrill voice pierced my ears from the other end.
I didn't have time to get into details so I just sighed, "Alice, please come to the police department and bring bail. It's like . . . three hundred dollars."
She wouldn't hang up without getting everything straight. "Edward, what'd you do?" She said that calmer.
Groaning, I looked around. "I was speeding and Charlie is so desperate to see me in jail that he's using this as a way to lock me up."
There was a pause. "Charlie loves me."
I rolled my eyes. "I know, just please come and bail me out."
"I don't know . . ."
"ALICE!"
"Okay, okay. Don't have a cow, okay? I'll be there in a bit . . . and . . . did you get the cuffs off yet?"
I smiled and hung up the phone.
Charlie watched as I did, and escorted me back to the cell. Jacob was still by the desk in front of my cell.
Edward, Edward, Edward. Tisktisk I'm ashamed, you know.
I wish I could answer him, but since no one could hear the rude remarks he stated in his mind, I couldn't.
Charlie locked the cell and I sighed. At the moment, I wasn't sure if I should tell Bella that her father wrongfully arrested me. Sure it would be calming to see him get the cold shoulder from her, but as I think about it, I looked down, ashamed at myself. It's not in my good nature to start a fight between father and daughter. But still . . . I did do a very good deed previously. I saved a life, and that was against all of my better judgment. I couldn't so easily said that he just didn't make it.
I stared at Jacob maniacally, and he stared back, startled at my expression.
What are you looking at, fatty? You know you can't have me.
I pulled my eyebrows together and squeezed the bar in front of me. But when I heard a crumbly sound, I flinched and pulled my hand away. Oops. But somehow, I wasn't that frustrated, for that meant that I had my "powers" back. I still don't know a better way to phrase that.
Jacob laughed a little, and I almost thought that he would turn to Charlie and tell him. But he didn't. Jacob just walked up to the bar and brushed the dust away.
I wasn't sure if that was a friendly gesture . . . or he just wanted to make it more noticeable. For this moment, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, but it made me question my sanity.
Luckily, though, before I knew it, Alice came rushing through the doors. I perked up as I saw her face. "Alice!" I walked as close to her as the bars would let me.
She just nodded to me and faced Charlie.
"Oh, good afternoon, Alice! What brings you here?"
She cocked her eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. "I'm here to get Edward out of prison! Charlie, how could you do this?"
He sighed. "He was going 90 in 34, I had to . . ."
"Charlie, this is stupid! You don't arrest someone for speeding!" She turned to Jacob who was standing behind her. "Do you?" She whispered.
Jacob shrugged and Alice looked back to Charlie. "Well, still, he would've been glad to pay a ticket."
Charlie shrugged, "I'm sorry, Alice, I was just doing my job."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed folded up cash from her back pocket and stuck it out. "Okay, well here."
Charlie looked at the money and then back at her. "What's that?"
She groaned. "BAIL, Charlie, this is BAIL!!
He smiled and took it, counted it monotonously, walked up to me, and let me go free! Okay, cheesy. But with a large smile that I was, one: out of jail, and two: not attached to this freak. Actually, they were both basically jail breaks.
Alice, Jacob and I now walked out, wide smiles on our faces. Well, except for Alice of course who was the one that had to pay the bail and rush over here. But I just wondered why she hadn't been warning me of these mishaps, lately. She's probably been doing other frivolous things lately.
I sighed and remembered my car was still parked somewhere close to Forks . . .
I looked to Alice and smiled at her, but she just groaned and we all got into her Porsche that I bought her. Wait, why is Jacob here? I looked to him, who was sitting in the backseat.
He groaned. "It's not like I'm going to walk to La Push."
I looked to Alice to see if she cared, but she didn't, so I looked forward again.
And like the good people we were, we drove the border line of La Push, and let Jacob get out. He did, and what made me think that he was cloned, or something, was what he said.
"Thanks."
Was that for the ride? Did he just thank me? That could be for saving his life, and it should be! I zoned into his mind before he could go past the border line.
For the life saving and I'm sorry.But Edward? Yeah, I still hate you.
I smiled and Alice drove back to our house. I still hate him too. But not in the way I felt before. It was the ripping out his guts . . . in a good way—way.