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We are headed in the direction of my house, doubling the speed limit, as I struggle to put my seatbelt on. Neither of us has said a word. Edward takes a turn and I practically fly over the center console hitting his shoulder with mine, but as I slam back into my seat I'm finally able to click the seat belt into place.
"Call Carlisle." Edward says as we turn down yet another street. I go to reach into my pocket, when I realize that I'm not wearing my jacket. My cell is tucked safely in the right side pocket of my jacket which sits uselessly on the back of the chair in the library.
"Shit," I say, "it's in my jacket."
We pull onto my street, and as we approach my house Edward grabs the back of my head, pulling it down and forward to my knees muttering a 'get down'. We don't stop at my house and continue down the street and turn down the one after that.
"What about dad?" I say feeling my breaths quicken slightly as panic starts to rise in me.
"What's your back-up plan?" Edward asks, glancing in the rearview mirror. I don't say anything for a moment, debating on whether or not to share this information. Dad was strict about our rules and letting others in on our plans was a strict no-no.
"Isabella!" he yells, making me look up at him. "They were at your house. What is your back-up plan?" He says more forcefully.
"We uh, we don't have one." I lie.
"Bullshit, Carlisle was too smart for that. Isabella, what is the plan? We need to get you out of here. Now."
"The Barn." I said.
"What barn?" he asks, getting frustrated with my lack of cooperation.
"The one on Cullen Place." I say, sitting back up, but slouching down in the seat.
After a few turns we are driving down Cullen Place, the barn is just up ahead. I look for any signs of my dad and see none. Edward pulls off the road beyond the barn and I make my over calling out "dad".
I hear nothing, and after a quick sweep of the structure, I find nothing. He's not here. My mind conjures up with worst case scenarios immediately and I feel myself start to hyperventilate. Edward grabs my shoulder, spinning me around, and in a fog I follow him back to his car.
I sit as Edward drives, to where I have no idea. Tears run down my face and I realize just how alone I am, and just how scared. I'm not prepared for this – as much as dad tried to get me there, I just am not. I don't have my phone, my 'go-to' bag with cash and contacts that I can rely on to help me in a situation like this, and more importantly, I don't have my dad. He's the one that has gotten us out of every situation safely, and as much as I want to think that I am making the right decision by sticking with Edward and getting the hell out of dodge, all I can think about is how on earth am I ever going to be able to meet up with him, or if.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts some time later as Edward pulls into the Greyhound bus station parking lot in Port Angels. We exit the car, and Edward grabs a duffle bag from the trunk before we make our way down the row of cars. Thunder claps loudly, and the rain that has been threatening since the moment we rolled into Forks finally unleashes in a downpour. Confusing me beyond belief we dodge the bus station entrance and continue down the row of cars towards a black Audi.
Edward rounds the driver's side and gets in as I stumble to keep up. The car is revving to life and reversing out of the spot before I even have the door shut completely. I sit back completely soaked as we speed off getting back onto the highway.
My teeth are chattering from the bone chilling cold as water drips from my hair straight down my back. Edward reaches across me, not much dryer, and pushes a button on my door turning on the seat heat. A few moments later my teeth chatter less as the heat of the seat warms me slightly. The constant pelting of rain against the windshield and the events of the day so far over take me, and I fall asleep.
I wake slowly to the feel of fingertips gently brushing wet hair off of my face. I blink a few times trying to get my bearings. Its dark out, Edward is squatting next to me in the space between me and the open car door. I startle and jump upright in my seat as Edward holds up his hands saying "I'm here, were ok, I gotcha".
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me from the car and I follow as he leads me down the path towards a door with a metal '12' hanging from the center. He unlocks the door as I spin around trying to figure out where we are. The sign 'Hide-away Motel' clues me in and I pass under Edwards's outstretched arm as he holds the door open for me.
Inside, Edward drops the duffle bag onto the full size bed making it bounce. He walks over to the thermostat on the wall and cranks up the heat before disappearing into the en suite bathroom returning a moment later tossing a folded white towel my way which I don't catch. He rubs his face with his own towel as it unfolds and then he drops it onto the bed as he pulls his soaked black, long sleeved shirt up and over his head. I stare dumbfounded as he picks up the towel again drying off his chiseled chest and abs before he wraps the towel around his neck and sits on the bed to pull of his boots.
He tosses them one at a time towards the dresser that's situated across from the bed. I stand rooted to the spot just an arms length away from him. His socks join the pile with his boots and then he yanks me forward a step towards him by the belt loop in my jeans. My eyes meet his and he lifts my foot, pulling my boot off, followed by my sock. When both my boots and socks lay on the floor with his, he stands, keeping his eyes on mine as he reaches for then pulls my soaked sweater up and over my head.
We stand there for a moment, him shirtless, and me in just my cream colored bra, both in soaking wet jeans, barefoot. He holds my sweater in his hand and my panting breaths match his as I watch his shoulders rise and fall with each breath.
"Go take a shower." He says. "It'll warm you up."
I nod, finally breaking eye contact and brush past him towards the bathroom.
"Isabella" he calls. I turn and he tosses me the towel for the second time. This time I catch it.
I close the door behind me, noting that there is no lock. I pull the clear shower curtain back and turn the water on as hot as it can go. I strip off the last of my clothes piling them on the closed lid of the toilet and place the towel on the counter next to the sink.
I stand under the painfully hot spray of the water finally feeling somewhat warm. Using the complementary bottles of shampoo and soap I lather myself head to toe in the scent of coconut. As I'm rinsing myself free of the bubbles I hear a click and turn to see Edward place a dark pile of clothes on the counter next to my towel. My breath hitches when our eyes meet through the sheer shower curtain for a moment before he disappears behind the door pulling it closed. I stand there for another minute before reaching behind me to turn off the water.
I step out of the shower and towel off quickly feeling the warmth of my skin cool off slightly. I look at the pile of clothes that Edward has left for me, thankful that I have something more that this towel to wear until my clothes dry. The black shirt is way too large for me and falls midway down my thighs, turning to reach for the pair of boxers that were beneath it, I notice writing on the shirt in the mirror. Turning fully I read the word 'Cullen' in bold white letters across the back of the shirt. I pull the gray boxers on and have to roll them twice before the fit me and finally pull on the white athletic socks, which, again, are too big. I wrap my hair up in the towel and use the toothpaste and my finger to brush my teeth before making my way out into the room.
Edward is sitting on the edge of the bed clenching and unclenching his toes, his dark jeans, which have since been unbuttoned and unzipped, hang loosely on his hips. He runs a hand through his damp hair as he looks up to see me standing there.
"Your turn." I say.
Was feeling inspired today, (thanks for the review Abluebrown) hence the bonus chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.
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