Breaking Point-Chapter 7

Alice POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Bella, or Edward. If anything, they own me.

"Edward, listen to me—now. If you aren't in Forks in two days, I'm interceding." I was back at the house now, speaking into my cell phone to Edward. Part of my mind was trying desperately to watch for Bella's future…it made me anxious to be away from her after seeing her condition last night.

But I knew that she would suspect something if I didn't get away from her. She would see a flash as I was running or smell the scent. I knew Bella would be able to identify it, unlike anyone else.

"I cannot believe you did this, Alice." He was fuming. His voice was stiff and low, like he was putting immense amounts of effort into controlling it. "Why are you just trying to make this difficult?! We need to leave her a—"

"I had a vision, Edward. An ambulance. They were loading her into an ambulance. Did you really expect me not come, knowing her life was on the line?"

An over-statement. How many times a month did Bella get loaded into a ambulance, really? But I knew it was freak Edward out, and I needed him to listen to me.

"What? The hospital? Is she—"

Yes.

"Yes, she's fine." I didn't tell him about the second vision. He would be furious, no doubt.

Edward took a deep breath. "Then leave, Alice." His tone was acidic. "Leave Forks—don't you dare go to her. If she is alive, then stay away."

"She's barely alive, Edward. She's mourning." I rushed through the words, trying to get everything out before he would cut off. "It's horrible. She's a mess. It's been six months, Edward, six months. She isn't going to just get over you. I saw her, I watched her…"

"You what? When, when were you watching her?" I could hear somewhere, deep beneath the obvious fury, a sliver of unwilling jealously.

"I found her in the woods. She was in this little clearing—a beautiful place, really—a stream, no trees, tall grasses. It was so odd, perfectly round…"

I could hear him breathing." What, Edward?"

Nothing.

"Alice, what—what," he paused. "What was she doing?"

His tone amazed me. He didn't sound like a furious, overprotective vampire anymore. There was no anger.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes," he said calmly.

"She was crying. For a long, long time. It was so terrible, it was difficult not to show her that I loved her…"

"How close were you?" he asked quietly.

"Well, I was right beside her at one point…"

"How—" he paused. "What does she look like?"

"Oh, it's terrible, Edward. Horrific. She much, much paler then before—if that's possible—and she lost a lot of weight…"

A moment passed. "What happened after that, Alice?"

"She was speaking in her sleep, screaming for a while—tossing and moving about…and then she was speaking to you and then to me and…"

"She said my name?"

"Edward." I sighed, exasperated. He was such an idiot.

"Of course, Edward. Countless times. She was begging to you and she said 'I love you' at least once every hour."

He didn't say anything for a long moment.

"Ed?" I whispered.

"Alice…I just, I can't…"

"You need to, Edward," I said firmly.

"All this time, Al…all for nothing. She deserves…"

"You, Edward. She deserves you. It's only going to get worse. Do you hear me? She'll never forget. Come home."