Chapter 11: Impulse
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters created by Stephanie Meyer. I have just improvised her story line.
Bella POV
I felt stiff. It was because I was lying across a very rigid mattress. I stretched my arms, and I tried to do the same with my legs, but they were weak with pain.
Remembrance of the past twelve some hours came crashing back down on me. Red eyes, shattered glass, a russet wolf, quivering pieces than a black wolf … Sam! I jolted upright and looked around.
It looked like a cheap motel, and smelled of stale alcohol and cheap cigarettes. No one was in the room except for me. I saw a door wide open adjoining my room to someplace else, and tried to walk towards it. But my legs collapsed half-way to the door, and I fell loudly and narrowly missed smashing my face.
I didn't even hear footsteps, but there was Sam, holding his hand out. I took it, needing more support than I thought was necessary and allowed him led me to the other room. Inn this room, it was just another bed, but had the addition of a couch, an outdated TV and phone. I gasped when I saw the phone remembering someone.
"Charlie!" I managed to squeeze out.
Sam nodded and said, "Jacob called him for you."
"But what did you tell him?" I was worried for Charlie's health.
It seemed like running away was becoming a regular habit for me, but I didn't myself to remember the reason for other times. I was clutching the hole in my stomach when he finally responded.
"To be honest with you, we have no way of connecting you're house being trashed, and your kidnapping into a logical, believable story…so we're not giving Charlie a straight answer," he saw my face and revised, "Well, we've managed to mostly convince him that you're okay and safe."
I think I just nodded back, because four suitcases lying against the wall had caught my eye.
Sam saw my distraction and said, "I'm going to have to burn those soon…" His voice trailed off because I started to run, more like crawl out of the room.
I didn't want to hear anymore. I fell on the bed sobbing, maybe it was tears of joy…I couldn't tell anymore. Joy didn't exist in my world, and tears were so regular they became an emotionless habit for me. I didn't know why I was sudenly so overwhelmed.
But it was comforting knowing that there were no more deranged vampires after me, and that Charlie was safe. But the thought didn't completely suppress my tears and I really didn't know why. Maybe I was going crazy. I was struck by dozens of sensless conflicting emotions, and they didn't fit with the situation.
I felt my subconscious tugging at my thoughts. It was like my subconscious wanted me to go somewhere, somewhere close to where I already was. It felt like going there would solve all my problems. But that was impossible, only one thing could ever solve my problems, and he was gone for good. At first I tried to shake the useless thoughts from my head. I thought about going insane once more.
But then I wiped my tears with my shirt's sleeves. What did I have to lose? I might as well try to find the place that tugged at my mind. I grabbed the bed for support as I got up, and clung to anything on the way to make my trip to the room next to me a bit more bearable.
Sam had a guilty look in his eye, and began to open his mouth for what I assumed would be an apology. I wouldn't have any of that, so intercepted his words, and raised my hand to stop him.
"Sorry, Sam, I just…well it been…I'm just having a hard time, sorry and thank-you for everything." I managed to choke out.
Sam seemed to understand exactly what I was saying, but stayed quiet, he knew I wasn't done.
"How did we get here?" He pulled out a wallet that I was sure wasn't his.
"Well," he said, "I guess the person whose pants I borrowed funded our stay here. Are you hungry, I could order food in here?"
"Um no…" I said grabbing the chance to go out, "Let's get it from some other place."
"Okay," he said, scrutinizing me with squinted eyes.
We walked outside while I was hanging onto Sam's arm for support. It was cloudy and lightly drizzling but it was flaming hot.
Sam had brought the suitcases with him. It looked odd, but the sooner we got rid of Victoria's remains the better, I thought while cringing away from them.
We had passed a dozen road-side stands and restaurants, but I had said no to all of them. I knew I was testing his patience, but I needed to find, well… wherever it was I needed to find. I assumed we were entering the non-tourist end of the city, because the tropical trees grew denser and the houses began looking more and more like shacks.
There were small bon-fires everywhere that people huddled against. I guess that this rainy weather was cold to them. Sam switched directions and walked to an isolated bon-fire, and chucked the suitcases in the fire, without taking a second look back. I guess the sudden over-powering smel of burning was enough assurance for him.
I didn't dare look either. We kept on walking while Sam grew more agitated. But I didn't stop yet because it felt like I was so close to my destination. I needed just a few more steps to reach my unknown desire. It felt like the answer to my search was so close.
And suddenly, Sam shoulder's straightened out, and his entire body went rigid. His nostrils flared while I felt his arm quiver under me.
But I barely noticed Sam, because I knew I had reached my destination, and waited to see whatever my mind carved.
