IM BACKKKKK!
No, but seriously, sorry, it's been too long. I've been dealing with a lot of stress.
A new job, working midnights. Full time mother of the most beautiful two year old little girl.
And a full time babysitter to my one year old Nephew.
But without further wait!
Here is the next installment for Falling Down and Getting Up!
RECAP
"Tomorrow I want to go to my house, Edward." I said slowly. Edward's head whipped over to stare at me.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" He asked slowly. "Are you sure it's not too soon, maybe you should give it some time or something. You know, wait a few days. Bella you have all the time in the world." He said, and I winced at his choice of words. If only my dad had all the time in the world.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I want to go tomorrow." I said and he nodded.
"I just want it to be me and you, Edward. If that's okay?" I said looking over at William.
"Whatever you need Marie." William responded, and I smiled at him.
"It's not too late to change your mind." Edward said, placing his hand over mine as it rested on the arm rest in the front seat of his silver Volvo. My hand reflexively recoiled from his touch, and I saw him grimace out fo the corner of my eye.
"Yeah, it is too late." I said dismissing his comment. My new vampire eyes were trained on the house, my house. As if I was seeing it for the first time ever. All the memories danced in my head, foggy and shadowed as every dull mundane human memory did now that I was dead. These are some memories that I would prefer to keep with me if I could though... I thought to myself a little sadly.
After a moment I finally let out an unneeded sigh as I popped the handle of my door and let it fall open. Edward stayed close behind me, making sure to never overstep his bounds or encroach on my walk down memory lane. The smell of Charlie hit me before I even got to the door. Walking devastatingly slow, even for a human, I finally made it up to turn the handle and let myself in.
As soon as I opened the door all the smells hit me full blast. The cold and icy smell of the intruder tickled my nose and burned my stomach all at the same time. The smell of Charlie, tacky cologne, aftershave and the smell of a crisp officers uniform. And then the blood. I smelled it before I saw it. Eyes closed I wasn't sure that I even wanted to see. While the smell wasn't sending me into a frenzy, it was sending me into a panic of another kind. Reality had hit me, Charlie was gone.
The man who had created and reared me into this planet had left it before I had even had the chance to graduate high school. A small flicker of picture of me in cap and gown floated into my mind and I mourned the fact that Charlie and Renee would never see it realized. In their minds, I was dead as well. I also mourned for my mother, who in the matter of a few months had lost her family. While her new husband was a nice man, she had lost her only daughter, and her first love all too quickly. She could have never seen it coming.
I felt a hand land on the small of my back, and this time I didn't shy away from it. I needed the comforting, I knew I would, and I knew the only person who would understand would be Edward. Grateful for the momentary solace his hand on my back allowed me to be pulled out of my sad thoughts long enough for my brain to register another smell. Wet and musky. Like a wet dog. An image of Sam flashed in my head, and Jacobs letter to me replayed.
Sam was hurt, possibly dying. Could I stand to lose another person in my life? However brief his presence was, he cared about me. He loved me, and he had also imprinted on me. Even if I didn't accept it it was still something that I couldn't turn my nose up to.
Another shiver went down my spine, I would most likely not even be welcomed onto the reservation at his point. I tucked that sad thought away and made my way up to my old room. It was just how I had left it. True Charlie style he hadn't changed anything. He hadn't moved one single thing that I owned. My eyes swept the room, the walls, the floor, the desk and the shelves. The old me, however naive I was, was still a part of me. While I wouldn't be taking her with me, because she was very dead too, I decided on taking a few memories. I grabbed an old photo album from my last year in school, all my friends smiling faces, photos with Renee from my last trip. Photos of Jacob and I at the reservation, Charlie and I fishing with Billy. Good memories. I plucked my Romeo and Juliet, and also Wuthering Heights from my bookshelf, and decided that that was all I needed. Everything else could stay. The old me could stay here. Die here. With Charlie.
I felt a pang in my chest as I exited the house. I allowed myself one last brief look up at the place where I had grown up. The place that I had died. I turned my head and lowered myself back into the car before anyone could see me. I ran my fingers over the pictures of Jake and I at the reservation and accepted the fact that I had one last thing I had to do before Charlie's funeral.
I had to see Sam.
DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!
Will seeing Sam again help Bella open her heart to him?
It Sam on his deathbed?
What will Edward think of the imprint?
READ ON!