Author Note: The Twilight Saga is a franchise owned by one, Stephanie Meyer. This is a fanfiction based on that franchise. I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. I only own Becca Swan and this story.
Becca stared out the window of the Edward's Volvo as they pulled up to her front door. Turning, she looked at the door ominously. "You ready?" Edward asked, leaning over and gently squeezing her knee. Reassuring her that this was the right choice.
"Absolutely not." Opening the door, Becca sighed at the door. Here we go. She had to do this. She had to do this. She had to break his heart and hers to keep him safe. She hated that she had to do this. Taking a deep breath, she felt Edward approach the step behind her. Was there really no other way? Reaching forward, Becca opened up the front door and looked around the corner to see her father sitting on the couch with his back to her, watching tv. She took another deep breath before she turned around and faced Edward. "I said leave me alone!" she shouted. Causing Charlie to turn and look in her direction.
"Becca, please don't do this." Edward pleaded.
"I said we're done! Go home!" With that she slammed the door in his face and turned to the stairs. At this point, Charlie came over to her as she rushed up the stairs.
"Hey, Becca. What's going on?" he asks as he follows her up the stairs only to have her go in her room and slam the door behind her.
"I have to get out of here." She says from behind the door, "This place is suffocating me." She stares at her window as Edward puts a finger to his lips. Opening the window, Edward turns to her closet and pulls out the box. Quickly, she packs her vials, daggers and sanitization knives. She places a knife in her boot sheathe and attaches her wrist knife under her red plaid jacket before grabbing a small bottle of sunlight powder. Becca freezes when she hears her dad knock on her door. Respecting her privacy and breaking her heart at the same time.
"Becca? Can you please tell me what's going on?" Charlie asks as he patiently waits behind the door.
"I don't want to hurt him." Becca whispers to Edward just low enough that her father couldn't hear but Edward would.
"Do what you have to." Edward pulls her close by her shoulder and kisses her forehead. "I'll be in the back of the truck." Emmett had come and taken Edwards car, dropping him off a few houses down so it had looked like Edward left. Taking a breath, Becca grabbed her leather jacket and yanked the door open.
"Did he hurt you?" Charlie asks as Becca scoffed, entering the bathroom. Grabbing her shampoo she turned back to her Dad.
"He wouldn't still be breathing if he did." She mumbled, moving back to her bedroom to pack a bag.
"Did he break up with you?" Her Dad asked while he lingered in the doorway of her bedroom.
"No, I broke up with him." Hastily she grabs her bag and heads down the stairs. She opens the kitchen cupboard, grabbing a few snacks. When she turns around her father is standing before her.
"I thought you liked him." He says, leaning back against the doorframe of the kitchen.
Becca sighs and shakes her head, "I thought he wasn't an asshole." She moves passed him to the front door, "I have to go home."
"Home?" He says, catching up to her, "Your mom isn't even in Kagniz." Charlie puts his hand on the door, stopping Becca from opening it. "You're not driving to Kagniz in this weather. You can sleep on it."
"I'm eighteen." She snaps at him, "Someone around here has to take care of themselves. That's exactly what I'm doing." Becca yanks the door open and hears her father sigh behind her.
"Look, Becca. Stop, please." Becca takes a breath. How much more of this breakup façade could she stomach right now? This was killing her to do this to him. Her fingers lingered on the door handle, if she turned around now, she wouldn't be able to stomach this choice. "I know I'm not that much fun to be around but we can change that. We'll go get a pair of Kawasaki's and go riding together again. We'll do more stuff together." When she didn't turn around, she could hear the waver in his voice on the edge of tears. "Rebecca, come on. I just got you back."
"I have to what's right." Becca looked over her shoulder at her father. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes as they fell from hers. This is wrong but it has to be done. "Even if you can't see that."
A ways down the road as Breathe by Pink Floyd began to play, Becca felt Edward open the back window of her truck and slither into the passenger seat. "He loves you," he grunted as he got comfortable in the seat. "He'll forgive you."
"I'm not exactly sure I'll be able to forgive myself." She snarked, bitterly wiping tears from her eyes. The rain was coming down harder as Edward looked up at the sky through the windshield.
"Do you want me to drive?" He asked. Wanting them to get to his house as safely as possible.
"No." She said, her foot pressing down on the gas.
"Don't worry." Edward pressed, as he looked at her. "Don't worry about it. You were right, he's safe. The tracker's following us." Becca focus's on driving as they pass by the café. For a moment, Becca contemplates slamming the brakes as they watch a group of Forks students exit. So much for the normal life.
Edward opens the front door of his house for Becca after they park the truck. Becca looks up to see Laurent heading towards them. Opening her jacket, Becca reaches for the dagger at her waist when Carlisle comes around the corner. "Becca, wait." He says causing Laurent to pause. "He came to warn us about James."
"This isn't my fight," Laurent speaks, his eyes scanning Becca. "and frankly, I've grown tired of his games. But his unparallell sense is absolutely lethal. I've never seen anything like it in my three hundred years. And the woman," he paused, nodding to Edward. "Victoria, don't underestimate her." That was all he said before he squeezed by Becca and Edward.
"We'll see how lethal he is." Becca mumbles as Edward looks at her, concern in his eyes.