The Guardian

Chapter Twelve- Nervous

"Hello?" My voice was strong by my hands were shaking.

"Hey honey," I heard Ace's rough and cocky voice, I could just picture his grin. Always the happy go lucky Ace Hemmings. "Why don't you quit hiding and come out?"

"Why don't you stick those words up your ass with the rest of you!" I whispered the last part harshly.

"Oh, I'm hurt, Bella." his voice sounded the least bit sincere. "You have no one to protect you any more, Bella. You have no--"

"I have plenty of people to protect me, Ace!" I screamed a little too loud, a cop passing by turned his head, but I hid in the darkness.

"Oh really, like who? Noah and the rest of them are on my side, not yours!" I felt hurt that Noah wouldn't trust me enough to help me, but then gain Ace could be lying.

"I have the Cull--" I stopped myself short. I couldn't say the Cullen's, then they could block them, even if they are Vampires...

"The what? The Cullen's?" I heard him laugh with police sirens in the back round. "The Cullen's are the last people who want to help you right now, Edward would never tell you this, but he never really wanted you. It was all just a bet going on between his family."

"No, you're lying!!" I screamed, okay I have to keep moving if I don't want to be found.

"Or am I?" The smirk was back on his face.

"Listen, Ace. You can search high and low, but you will never catch me, you hear? Even if you do, I will be proven innocent." Now the smirk was on my face.

"Bella, Bella, Bella..." He made a weird ticking sound with his tongue.

"Don't Bella me, Ace. Good bye." I snapped my phone shut with a clap sound. I looked around the sidewalk, searching for a police on any direction. As I saw there were none, I pulled my hood up so no one could see my face, thanks to the shadow it provided, and began walking down the almost vacant sidewalk. That's when I remembered the old boarded up flower shop that I passed when I was running. It was the perfect place to hide.

I slowly made my way to the flower shop and slipped through a broken window. The place was small but very suitable for anyone trying to start a shop. There was dust on everything in the shop and a bunch of cabinets and a few stools. As I looked around the shop I stepped on a piece of glass and shuddered as it sliced through my shoe and into my foot. I could feel the blood spilling from my foot into my shoe and lifted up my foot to take the glass out a pool of blood fell to the ground.

I cursed under my breath and took my shoe all the way off, snapping the glass in half, only to me confronted with a blood soaked sock. I cursed again and sat on one of the stools taking off my sock and very carefully and working it around the rest of the glass still stuck in my foot.

"Aw... come on..." I mumbled under my breath but loud enough that it echoed in the small shop.

"Bella..." I heard a soft voice beside me. I jumped up and stepped on my bad foot in surprise, yelping I began to fall backwards awkwardly flailing my arms at my sides. "Bella!" Edwards voice was yet again at my ear and he caught me in mid-fall.

"OUCH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to sooth my throbbing, bleeding foot.

"Bella, Bella, your okay just don't scream." I almost smiled at Edward's words. Almost.

"Oh my God, Edward. I thought that you were busy with the cops!" I whispered pretty loudly, but it only echoed in the small room we were in.

"Well," He started picking me up and laying me on the floor where there was no glass and sitting beside me. "I was, but I go away and I just had this sense that you were in trouble, so I walked down the street and smelled your blood before I heard you scream." I felt really bad now, my foot hurt like the hell I was in and I had worried Edward. Though he had been worried for the right reasons.

"I'm sorry, I didn't watch where I was going. I stepped--"

"On a piece of glass and it sliced through your foot." Edward finished for me. I looked at him weird for just a second, though he caught on. He smiled at me and applied some pressure to the open wound. "Carlisle will have to look at this as soon as possible. It might not heal properly if he doesn't get some ointment on it. But when it does heal, it will leave a scar."

"I'll live." Was all I could say as the bleeding slowed but my skin was ghostly pale. I think I had lost too much blood, wait, blood! "Edward, how can you stand to be so near me with my blood?" I asked softly, though it was ringing in my ears now. Wow, and that was soft?

Edward seemed embarrassed at he admitted this. "My love for you is stronger then my blood lust." Now his voice was ringing in my head. Great, now I was lightheaded too. It felt like all of the blood was rushing to my brain, or rather no blood was rushing to my brain. "Bella, are you feeling alright?"

My eyes were closing and I couldn't do anything about it. Edward's cold hand was placed on my forehead, but I couldn't feel it at all. Darkness surrounded me as my eyes fully closed. Never to open the same again.

Edward P.o.v.

I shook Bella lightly as her eyes closed and her body went limp.

"Bella," I whispered, her eyes opened the slightest bit, but only enough for me to watch as her eyes rolled back into her head. Bella... was dying. My heart almost started to beat again as I watched all of the color fade from Bella's beautiful face.

"No... no, no, no, no, NO!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Then something started to ring, loudly, and I knew that it wasn't anything from the old run down shop we were in. A light was illuminated from Bella's pocket as I took her phone out. It was ringing and the called I.D. said Ace.

I angrily flipped the phone opened and cursed Ace out.

"Who is this?" Ace said as soon as I let him have a word.

"Just a fly in the ointment, Ace. The monkey in the wrench, the pain in the ass." I said harshly.

"Well Mr. Mystery, tell me where Bella is right now or when I find you I will throw you in jail with her."

"Oh, is that a threat?" I asked him. "Look, Ace, this isn't a game anymore, people are getting hurt and even worst!"

"Is Bella alright?"

"No, she's not." I stated staring at Bella's still form.

"Good, were tracking you right now." And then suddenly there was police sirens surrounding the flower shop. Oh shit.

"Come out with your hands up!" The words from the bullhorn echoed in the shop. No, I couldn't do that. But then again I couldn't just let Bella die like this. I picked up Bella an held her as I walked to the door. There was no turning back now, I thought as the rushed thoughts of my family filled my head.

They were thinking about protecting me, and the second I stepped out of the flower shop with Bella in my arms they were all around us, holding their breaths and shielding us from the police.

"Carlisle," I whispered too low for anyone else to hear. "What are you doing?"

"We are getting Bella her rights back." He thought back my answer. I nodded slightly, though I knew he could sense that I did it.

"Step away from the fugitive." The bullhorn said.

"You police have it all wrong." Carlisle spoke over the sirens and the yelling voices.

"The girl your son is holding is now under arrest, Dr. Cullen. We have hard hitting evidence that—"

"You don't have jack-shit!" Emmett yelled from behind me and I couldn't help but snicker.

"Emmett," Esme shushed him.

"Take a look at these pictures," Carlisle said stepping forward to hand the photos he had taken at the hospital the standing officer. The sheriff took one glace at the pictures and his expression turned sincere.

"I see your point, Dr, but we still have to take legal action and hold Isabella in jail until she is proven innocent." Carlisle sighed when he knew there was nothing more he could do except stand for my Bella.

"Edward...?" Bella's voice was music to my ears. I looked down and surly enough Bella was starring at me wide eyed. She struggled in my arms until I set her foot on the ground.

"What's going on?" She asked quietly as the police and Charlie closed in on her and I.

"Bella, just do as they say. You will be free in no time." I whispered in her ear.

"Put your hands above your head." Charlie ordered as I stepped back to watch the horrible scene. Bella did as she was told and only winced a couple times as he searched her.

"Young lady you are under arrest." Charlie said harshly hitting her side. Bella winced and leaned in the foot that still had the shoe on it.

"Stand straight." Charlie ordered, pressing on Bella's shoulder to even her balance. Bella almost screamed when she leaned onto the glassed foot. I winced as I spotted more blood escaping from the open wound. Charlie was even more harsh as she took her hands and cuffed them behind her back. As he led her to the cop car he pulled back on her wrists, snapping the bone. My sweet Bella screamed in pain as he pushed her into the car.

I almost attacked Charlie on sight, but I knew I could do nothing more then to love and to help Bella the best I can. Even if it means turning her into my worst nightmare.

I was going to rot in jail... I've only been here for five hours but I was already sure of that. Charlie was the chief of police, there was no way he would plead guilty OR they could really get anything on him. Since bringing me in here they wrapped my wrists in bandages to let them being their healing. As for my foot, Carlisle was brought here so I wouldn't have to leave the premises, but he took good care of my foot. He took the glass out and bandaged it all up, all the while whispering to me that they had hard-hitting evidence that would soon free me at my trial.

The trial that I had no clue about. I didn't know when it was supposed to be, and I didn't know what exactly I was going to do.

"Hey! Bitch, your food is here." Charlie sneered at me and pushed the prison food a little too hard onto the metal slot. The tray was too unstable and tipped over, falling onto the cold, hard, ground. Charlie laughed evilly before walking away. I guess I was going to starve to death before the trial was even close. I sighed and faced the wall on my hard prison bed.

Edward, I need you…I thought to myself. Now was one of the times when I really wished he could read my mind. Then maybe I wouldn't be all alone in this prison, starving to death. My stomach growled in response to that thought and I heard three pairs of footsteps coming down the hall, and heading for my cell.