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Chapter 9
I'd show that stupid werewolf where he could stick his stupid "saving Edward wasn't part of the deal" absurdity…right down his own throat. And after I'd suffered a coronary rupture from not having Edward around, he could stick his foot there, too.
"Bella…" Jacob started, knocking on my door.
"Eat metatarsals," I yelled back. I really needed to learn to keep my thoughts and words separated. Dumb anatomy book. We could shove that in Jake's pie hole along with all the other stuff.
Maybe he wouldn't be able to breathe.
"Bella, Charlie's home," he said.
"And your point is?"
I heard a sigh, muffled by the wood. "Just come out of there."
"Leave me alone, Jake," I told him.
"Fine, Bells, but I'll be back!" he said. Oh no…Jacob and Arnold Swarchenegger impersonations were like banana splits and roller coasters. They just didn't mix, but when some poor unlucky soul happened to experience such a situation, puke resulted.
Disturbed but silently giggling, I rolled my eyes and said, "Bye, Jake."
All was quiet in the land of Bella's room – or so I thought until I heard a "Are you sure you don't want to hug me goodbye" from the other side of the door.
"Goodbye, Jake," I repeated louder, laughing.
"Hey," I said to Charlie as I walked down the stairs.
"Hey kiddo," he answered from the couch, "What's for dinner tonight?"
Walking into the kitchen, I rummaged through the pantry. "Hamburger helper?" I called.
"Yeah – sure," Charlie answered.
I switched on the stove and removed a frying pan from the drawer. What would Charlie do without me after I'd changed?
Maybe I could get a local restaurant to deliver him food every night – put Edward's money to good use, instead of using it for ridiculous things like Italian sports cars.
There I went thinking about him like he was a certain, sure part of my future again.
I poured the milk, noodles, and seasoning in the pan, stirring the butter in. Looking down, I'd noticed that I'd spilled the milk all over the counter. I grabbed a towel and mopped up the liquid, before pouring some more back into the appropriate place. Glancing into the boiling pan, I could have sworn I saw Edward's face.
I had been seeing it everywhere today.
I stared at the frying pan for a while, till the delusion dispelled, and the food burned. I sure wasn't going to dismiss it myself.
After eating, I'd gone straight to bed, all too happy to lose myself in unconsciousness.
My pajamas were on. My teeth were brushed. Now, I could see Edward again – I could sleep.
Or so I thought.
Several loud tapping noises were coming from my window.
Groaning, I got up and opened the window with a huff, only to get hit in the head by a rock, the source of the tapping no doubt.
"Ow," I said, looking down to spot the perpetrator. "Jacob!" I hissed.
So much for sleep.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"What do you want?"
"I think you need to come back to La Push," he said quietly.
"Jake, it's ten o' clock at night."
He scratched his head, and looked uncomfortable. A sudden breeze came, and I shivered. It lifted Jacob's dark hair up and I could clearly see the worried expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"The pack – we can't hear each other anymore?"
My brows pulled together, "Synchronized deafness?"
"No. We can't hear each other's thoughts…you know…the mind reading thing," he said. He didn't sound like he believed himself, like the words were strange on his tongue.
My brows furrowed more, "Has it ever happened before?"
Jake looked up at me and shook his head. "No – I don't think we're going to be a very good bodyguard without that. It was one of our major weapons," he looked at me beseechingly, "Bella, come to La Push. It's not safe anymore."
I nodded, "Okay…I'll go ask Charlie."
Downstairs, Charlie was still on the couch.
An infomercial about pet claw clippers, the "pet-a-cure" was on the TV screen. Since it wasn't ESPN, or sports of some kind, I figured that he was asleep.
I shook him gently awake. "Charlie…"
He grunted some before sleepily opening his eyes. "Hey," he said.
"Ummm…Jake's here…" I started awkwardly. "He says I need to go to La Push…that it's an emergency."
He sat up straight, "Is it Billy?"
"No, no, not anything like that," I assured.
He looked puzzled, "What is it?"
"Er…Embry…he – uhhhh was attacked."
Charlie sat up even straighter, "By what? Not those wolves again, I hope."
I stifled a laugh, "No…it was…ummm…another person. He got in a fight was some boys."
"Those boys that Jacob hangs out with?" Charlie sounded cross.
This was undoubtedly the worst lie I had ever come up with.
"No, not them…and well, he's my friend, and I just wanted to see him. Make sure he's okay."
He looked hesitant. "I'll be back before twelve," I lied.
Jake wouldn't let me leave, no way, no how. I'd call Charlie back and say I was spending the night at Emily's again, or something.
"Bella, what about Edward?" he asked.
"What about him?" Wow, Charlie said the dreaded name.
"Well, he's your fiancée," Charlie looked distinctly uncomfortable, "Is he okay with this?"
"Dad, it's just Jacob. He's my friend, and anyways, Edward is on a hunting trip with his family." This was a much better fib.
Charlie looked away, apparently not too eager to carry the conversation further.
"Do you want me to go?" he asked.
Charlie could not be anywhere I was. I wasn't going to take him down with me. "Aw, don't worry about it. You can stay here and sleep…you look kind of tired anyways. It's just a broken leg."
And a mind-controlling vampire, and a powerless pack of werewolves, and mortal danger. But what Charlie didn't know couldn't hurt him.
"Alright Bells," he said, "Be safe."
"Bye," I called, walking out the door.
I looked around me for any sign of Jacob's bike. There was none.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him standing by the light pole. The yellow glow made him look forlorn.
He approached me slowly. Getting close, he turned around and bent his knees so that he was lower to the ground, "Ready?"
"Never," I said, but hoisted myself onto his burly back anyways.
Then we were running.
My mind was yelling at me. 'TRAITOR!' as we bounced along.
Running with Jacob wasn't like flying. It was like riding a horse, jaunty and shaky. I'd have bruises later on.
A/N: Oh my…so I've already written most of the end. Now, I just have to get there. O the joy. Why can't Jacob and the werewolves read minds anymore???? Hmmmmmm. Stay tuned next time for the answer…or the next time…or the next time. HEHEHEHE.