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Everything happened in a slur of time. I found Jasper and myself on a plane to Phoenix, a small emotion-ridden human traveling beside us. We found a hotel that had an available suite and decided to let Bella rest.
Every passing moment was filled with dread. Carlisle wasn't calling. And wasn't calling, and wasn't calling. Only Jasper and his forced calm kept me from breaking down (yet again). Bella, as hard a we tried to hide it, noticed the tension, and, unfortunately, was not the least bit comforted.
What's wrong Alice?" she asked.
"Nothing's wrong." Many years of lying finally paid off as my voice had barely a trace of the power of my fear. One look at Jasper confirmed that she didn't believe me.
"What do we do now?" her normally beautiful voice cracked with… what? Fear? Worry?
"We wait for Carlisle to call." Dang it Alice! I scolded myself. I'd just let the dilemma be known to her.
"And should he have called by now?" Dammit. I glanced quickly at my bag, and seeing nothing in the future about my phone ringing, looked back at Bella. She didn't look like Bella, more like a cheap impersonation, there were dark bruises under her eyes and it was obvious that she was physically and mentally exhausted but was denying herself sleep.
"What does that mean that he hasn't called yet?" Her voice broke as she fought to steady it.
"I just mean that they don't have anything to tell us." My voice was clearly a forced calm and was emotionless, seeing as the only emotion I could portray would be worry. Jasper was suddenly beside me and a lot closer to Bella than he generally tried to be.
"Bella," he said to her in a calming, sure voice. "You have nothing to worry about. You are completely safe here." Maybe that was it, maybe she was afraid for her own fragile life. It made perfect sense, of course, James was one of the best trackers, and completely bent on killing her.
"I know that." Her voice was slightly impatient, as she dismissed the conversation of her well-being. She was amazing me at how un-selfish she was all the time.
"Then why are you frightened?" he asked, confused. No wonder, he rarely found a person so unpredictable and it must drive him crazy when he can't decode someone. Like me when I can't see something that's about to happen or like Edward when he's trying to read Bella's mind. He might feel the category of her emotions, but he couldn't read the reasons behind them.
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