Oh boy, chapter one.
K so, none of these characters are mine, props to Miss Stephenie Meyer.
I sped over gravel, twisting and turning at the many bends in the road. I could sense it, something wasn't right. The little red point on my speedometer inclined, steadily passing 120… 130… 140…150. I made a mental note to thank Roslalie for the work she'd done on my car and quickly pushed her out of my mind. I could think of nothing more than Bella. I strained my concentration. If only I could get into her head I'd be able to find her. I accelerated once more and that was it. I could go no faster.
It was raining exceptionally hard. Even nature was fighting me tonight. I tried clearing my mind in hopes to make sense of the situation, though I couldn't seem to stop thinking about what had happened. Bella's angry and hurt words echoed in my head, our argument replayed again and again in my mind. I struggled with conflicting emotions. How could she? How dare she- and after all I've done for her? My mind immediately switched tracks. Now I was angry at and wished I could hurt myself. I wanted to feel how much of a bastard I was being. I was lost so far in thought- that between my preoccupation, the sleeting rain and the speed at which I was moving- I almost missed it. Almost.
My headlights danced across the red of her truck for less than half a second, but that's all I needed. I braked immediately, turning the steering wheel violently. The car turned completely around and I found myself facing the opposite direction from which I was traveling. I sat paralyzed for a second, daring my eyes to admit deception. I tore from my car and was immediately beside the unscathed truck. Had it been any vehicle but hers it would surely have been demolished. The tree it had crashed into was bent, splinters coming from its sides as it swayed over the truck threatening to fall. I could see her small body slouched to the side. Blood glazed the car's interior. It smelled funny. So unlike her… it was all wrong. I wasted no time peeling the door easily from the side of the in tact truck.
"Oh please…"
I had never been much of a believer. Faith wasn't really my thing and I hadn't ever classified myself with a religion, but in that instance; whatever God there was, I was begging him. I pulled her slowly from the truck. She lay limp in my arms. The heavy rain poured down my face, my eyelashes grew heavy with water. I stared down at my girl and became overwhelmingly sympathetic. Faint in my arms; lay the most important thing in my life. I breathed for this girl; I laughed and kissed for this girl. She was what put light in my soul after a centaury of darkness. I wasn't letting her slip. The only solution I had was to bring her to Carlisle. I moved instantly and swiftly to my car. Careful to not move her body more than absolutely necessary, I laid her gently in the back seat of the car. Within seconds we were speeding home. I continually checked the rearview mirror, as if she would wake up any moment and be okay. I didn't know how bad things were, I was no doctor. There was blood, so much blood. It teased me, pulled me- luring and dangerous. I focused on the road ahead concentrating to ignore her scent. The same scent the made me ache for her, that made me earn her love.
I stumbled through the front door of my house. I held Bella close to me. I could feel her light, hardly interrupted breathing against my chest. Alice, Esme, Carlisle and Emmet rushed to my side as I crossed the threshold. It was strange for them to come so quickly, as if anticipating my arrival. My eyes flashed over Alice's and she nodded. Ah, of course. They i had /i been waiting for me. Alice had seen it. Saw what exactly, I didn't know, but there was no time to ask.
"Carlisle," my voice was stronger than I thought, at that moment, than possible.
"Edward…" Esme had stepped in, obviously against the idea of Carlisle doctoring Bella at home.
I shot her a menacing glace. A slow and quiet growl crawled from the back of my neck. I felt bad, really I did. I knew the disrespect I was imposing on her. But this was important. She looked taken aback, offended. Emmet shot me a reproachful stare. I ignored them.
"Carlisle," I repeated.
He hadn't spoken thus far. He was watching Bella, thoughtful.
"Alice, please get my work bag from the office," he made up his mind. "Edward bring her over here." I followed Carlisle to the kitchen and laid her softly on the table as he directed.
I hovered protectively by the table. Esme had followed us into the room and began taking apart the bag that Alice had delivered. I watched in a daze as Carlisle began to look over Bella. My worry had somewhat subsided. I was fairly certain that in Carlisle's hands, Bella would be just fine.