SONG: Gives You Hell by All American Rejects.
Warning: this is a short chapter, sorry babes.
"Oh! This is Bella!" the blonde woman asked, breaking the hug she had with Miles, and walking over to me. She smiled politely and stuck out her hand. I smiled as best I could and shook her hand, hoping I looked polite. She giggled and let go of my hand. "I'm Abby, Miles' Fiance," she said kindly, sitting in an open chair. Miles walked to her side and took her hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said lamely, shifting in my seat.
Abby pointed to the duffle bag she had dropped on the floor. "I brought you clothes."
"Oh, er, thanks," I said, a little awkward now.
I heard Kyle stifle a chuckle.
"Sure," she said, still smiling. "I hope we're the same size, I had to guess. Someone didn't tell me any details." She looked harshly at Koda.
He chuckled and shrugged, "Sorry, Abby."
She nodded and smiled, her angry façade wearing off.
"Oh! We should let you change, we'll catch up later, we have tons of time for that," she winked. "Come on, guys, lets give her some privacy," Abby ordered, standing up and pulling Miles along with her.
Kyle and Gabe groaned a little and headed towards the door, looking warily at Koda. I looked at him myself, and saw him looking regretfully at the door. He turned to me and I could clearly see sadness in his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Koda. It's just for what, five minutes?" Miles scoffed, leading Abby to the already open door that Kyle and Gabe must have gone through. I watched Abby and Miles silently disappear though the door, Miles shooting one last glance at Koda.
"Alright," Koda sighed, getting up from his seat. "I'll be right outside. If you need me, I'll be right there." I nodded.
With one last glance, Koda exited out the front door.
I was finally alone. I could finally not worry about being watched.
I searched around the room frantically, searching for anything useful. I needed to get back to Edward. I had not forgotten that.
To my dismay, there wasn't even a window in the small cabin to sneak through. I groaned internally when I saw the small duffle. They intended me to stay with them. Here. Forever.
That wasn't going to happen.
If I planned on running away, surely they could find me. But would Koda be willing to let his pack track me down and capture me? There was no way I could run all the way back to Forks. But there was no way to contact anyone. I was stuck with a pack of werewolves who I just met.
There was no way to talk to anyone, to tell them I needed help. No phone, no computer, no…
My cell phone.
Frantically, I searched around my pockets for the familiar silver cell phone that would signal any kind of relief.
Relief.
Almost yelling in appreciation, I found the little phone. Without missing a beat, I opened it to only become horrified again. The screen was black.
Hoping I merely turned it off; I held the power button, only to feel absolute relief when the screen lit up. As quickly as I could manage, I punched the numbers into the cell phone.
It took one ring to hear the voice I had been waiting to hear for what seemed like centuries.
"Bella?!" Edward asked more anxious then I had ever heard him before.
"Edward, Alaska," I said as quickly as I could, sure that someone would most likely hear me.
"Bella, we're co--" Edward began, but was quickly cut off when a string of profanities and growls filled the air.
**A/N: ooooooh, cliffie :o)
sorry it's been taking me so long to update. friggen physics, creative writing, and geometry take up my life now. haha, oh well.
yeah, i'm sorry it's so short. i figured everyone wanted action, and they wanted it now. so that's what i gave you!
so i think i'm going to shorten all my previous chapters/get rid of some. that way there's less fluff, because i just realized how RIDICULOUS it's been. :D
2 days! i'm so excited. i hear people are refusing to go see the movie because they don't like rob pattison as edward D:
is that the same for any of you?
okay, enough talk. here we go- i'll be updating probably saturday. PROBABLY, but i can't guarantee.
reviews, eh? pleaseee, no mean reviews.