The Whispering Woods
Chapter Twenty-Six
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Edward paced on the side of the road sometime after school. The hood of his car up.
Bella quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know it will."
Edward rolled his eyes. "If you know what's going to happen, then why bother with all this?"
She sighed. "I can't see that far ahead, but my dreams are another story."
If he wanted to know more, he had to give some answers, too. "I can see the most prominent memory or thought first. The longer I stay connected to someone, the more I see."
"Like test answers?" He heard the teasing tone in her voice and circled a fake halo over his head. "I knew it!"
"I only use my advantage when necessary, which is rare. My memory is pretty damn good."
"So that thing with my dad…"
Edward pointed to her cell phone, yeah, stalling was his superpower. "Before we get off track, maybe you should make the call."
Her eyes rolled, making a show of dialing. "Hey Dad, my car came to a complete stop again. I think it's the fuel pump, the indicator says I'm practically full. Yeah, yeah, I know I should know better." She told him where she'd broken down, outside of town, near the woods.
"I'll be out as soon as I can, but your uncle is closer. I'll send him out there."
"Are you sure he's up to it? I wouldn't want to bother him." Bella knew if she didn't question her uncle's help, her father would be suspicious.
"You're family, of course not."
After they hung up, Edward called Esme and let her know he was running late. His car was giving him trouble. Although, she seemed adamant to help, he told her he'd be fine and could fix it. However, Edward knew her well, she'd come anyway to be sure.
"Now we wait." Bella closed her eyes and rested fully into the seat of his car. "I know what's going to happen before it happens, but it's my dreams that are stranger still."
"How so?"
"Sometimes I dream much farther in the future," Bella shared.
"Really?"
"Sometimes I dream of the past." She looked at him and gave him a tentative smile. "But I think those are memories of old visions or dreams, whatever you want to call them."
Edward shook his head in confusion. "Explain that, please."
"A couple of days before we met, I had a dream of a little boy in a car accident, again."
AN: Ugh, I might have to update this week again only because I need the motivation to work on this before I run out of chapters. I tinkered a lot, any mistakes are mine. Thanks to Midnight Cougar for helping me with this strange story and various others.
Also, I'd like to thank those that helped me get to the cafe to write last month, so I'm currently working on a holiday fanfic that you'll get at least a month before posting it publicly, and no waiting on updates! It's my way of saying thank you. Here's a peek at the summary:
The Holiday Door
Summary: Tiny fairy doors started to pop up all around the country in the homes of children, seemingly allowing magical beings to leave them little surprises on occasion. Was it all make-believe? A hoax? Just who is leaving glitter all over the damn place?