Bella had run off to save Edward in Italy. She's said he was trying to kill himself out of guilt. I begged her not to leave. I was nearly in tears and the last thing I heard from her was when she looked at me with a blank expression and said "Goobye, Jacob."
That was two months ago. I know she had come home. Dad had heard from Charlie that she had come home without the bloodsuckers and she wasn't doing well. But hell, she wasn't doing well before. So who knows what happened. I just know that none of them had come back and she had gone right back to moping. I hadn't seen her in weeks.
Knock, knock.
I was sulking in my room and no one had bothered me for days. It could only be Dad asking me to eat again.
I opened the door and Dad sat there in his chair, his head hung low. "Jacob..."
"What? What happened?" I was eager to find out why Dad was upset. Nothing good had happened for weeks and this looked like more bad news.
"It's Bella." My heart droppped to my feet.
"What? What is it? Spit it out."
"He died, Jacob."
Who? Not Bella, surely. "CHARLIE?" I was in shock.
"No, the cold one. He's dead."
I felt my chest tighten. I didn't care about the bloodsucker, but my mind immediately went to Bella. I was still not able to make words. Where was Bella, was she okay? There were so many questions I needed to ask and I couldn't get a word to form.
I rushed across my room and started throwing clothes everywhere. I had to go and see her. I had to make sure she was okay.
"What are you doing?" My father asked in confusion.
"I have to see her. I have to make sure she is okay."
"She's not, Jacob. Charlie says she refuses to leave her room. She hasn't eaten in days, Charlie is really worried for her and he is thinking about sending her back to Phoenix. I don't think there is much you can do. I just thought you ought to know."
I tugged a shirt over my head and grabbed the keys to one of the bikes we'd fixed. I said nothing to Dad as I blew past him and out the front door.
I could think of nothing but Bella wasting away in her bedroom while no one did anything. I was flying down the highway in anticipation. I know, now, that she was alive. And she had no one. She needed someone.
I pulled into Charlie's drive in Forks and hopped off my bike before it fully shut off and bounded to the front door is three strides.
Charlie came to the door in no time. "Where is she?" I said as soon as he opened the door.
"She's in her room, but I don't think she'll let you in." I barely heard the last part of what Charlie said because I was skipping stairs on my way to her room.
I knocked on the door and heard nothing. Not even a slight movement, but I could hear her heartbeat begin racing.
"Bells? Open up." I called through the door.
"Go away." I heard her muffled call through the door.
"Bella, if you don't open the door, I will. I'm coming in." Jacob waited for an answer but nothing came. He stepped back and braced his shoulder for an impact. He charged the door just as she opened it and he nearly fell into her room. She shut the door behind him and crawled back into her bed and covered her head.
"Bella, talk to me, what is going on? I haven't heard from you in weeks." Jacob's breath was speeding out of control.
He heard a sob come from under the blankets and she shuddered, "I was too late." And then more sobs.
He didn't know what to say that wouldn't make the situation worse. Was it bad that he was a little okay with it? He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come on, Bells, let me see you." He begin peeling back the blanket and saw her peer up from underneath. '
It smelled sweaty as though she had not showered for a while. Her eyes were sunken in from crying or no sleep or no food or all of the above. She looked thin and he could see her cheekbones protruding.
"Oh, Bella." Jacob collapsed next to her and wrapped her in an embrace. He laid there for what seemed like forever while she sobbed, but he knew he couldn't fix it. He had picked up the pieces once before, but he wasn't sure there were pieces left this time.