Bring Me to Life
Chapter Two: Found
By: KellyCRocker59
I apologize. I was done with this chapter at 1:00 p.m. yesterday (central time), but the website wouldn't let me upload it. I'M REALLY SORRY STACEY! YOU TOLD ME TO E-MAIL YOU BUT MY INTERNET PROVIDER WON'T LET ME EMAIL! I made that all bold so it would catch your attention. Anyway, please, no one ask me to email me when the next chap. is posted, because I can't.
I awoke to find myself shivering against my wet blanket, cold sweat pouring from my body. I turned to look out the window of the small room in Marlina's apartment. It was, by my guess, early afternoon; 2:00 p.m. or so. I laid back in my bed, sighing. I had had another nightmare about Jacob.
In my dream, I was wandering through La Push, the small reservation empty. I stumbled into Jacob's house, suddenly, and he sat on the couch, head hung downward.
"You left me. You chose him over me." I heard his voice say over and over again, and I struggled over to him, my legs suddenly heavy.
"Jake, I'm so sorry." I whispered, gripping his wrists, but his hands fell to the ground, blood pouring to the ground from his wrists.
He looked up at me, but he had no eyes. All that was there were veins. I screamed.
"I couldn't live without you, Bells. I couldn't make it. Too bad I didn't wait a little longer." He said, and then he exploded.
I cried out in pain as I looked down at a pile of fur. The fur of his werewolf form. That was when I woke up. I got up, pulling on my shirt and underwear before stumbling into the kitchen, where a package of Pop-tarts was lying on the counter, Marlina sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and taking the last bite of her own Pop-tart.
"Thanks." I mumbled, opening it and eating silently.
When I was done, I mumbled something about going to sleep before walking slowly into my room and collapsing in bed. Prostitution took a lot out of me, and since we didn't start until late at night, (around 9:00 p.m.) there was no reason to wake up any earlier then I needed to.
I slept dreamlessly this time, and was awoken by Marlina shaking me.
"Come on, Bell. Time to go." She said.
I opened my eyes to see that it was dark outside. I was well rested, now, and happy for it. It was going to be a long night.
We walked along the alleys of New York City, seeing several men. Marlina was the first to be taken, another man about as tall as me, slightly chubby, and with no hair visible except for that on his chin; a red beard. He screwed me roughly, grunting a lot. He paid me two hundred dollars, which I was happy for.
When I walked back to where Marlina was, I heard a voice from the other side of the wall; Marlina's.
"Whatcha' want, honey? A tall boy like you must have quite a bit to keep in those pants."
"N-No, I don't want anything. I was just looking for a girl; maybe you've seen her? Her name is Isabella Swan. She has black hair that goes down her back, kind of pale skin."
"Whoah, I don't do stalkers." She said, but I knew that voice.
I rounded the corner quickly, and to say I was pleasantly surprised by who I saw would have to be recorded in the Genus Book of World Records as the biggest understatement of all time.
Jacob Black stood there, slightly flustered, hair short, tan skin taut against the muscles on his arms, an stud in one ear. He wore a plain white tee that was pulled against his chest to outline his toned chest, oil-stained jeans covering all of his long legs, feet covered by black shoes. He was so much like I remembered.
"J-J-Ja..." I stuttered.
I couldn't speak. I could hardly breathe, could hardly speak. I was so happy to see him. So happy to know that he hadn't forgotten me.
He turned to me, and shock was the first emotion to play across his face, followed by joy, and then finished by so much love that it knocked what breath I had in my lungs out of me. And I was mutual with every emotion that I had seen.
I felt my hand slowly reach out, but I couldn't move. I was too shocked. But I didn't need to. He was the first to recover, running at me. He swept me up in a tight hug, but not like the ones that I had felt before.
This one was protective, as though he thought he would lose me at any moment. But also gentle, as though he thought I was breakable.
"J-J-J-Jake." I finally stuttered out, and that was when the tears came.
I sobbed into his chest, clinging to him.
"B-Bella? What's wrong?" He asked, looking at me in both concern and pain, setting me down on my knees, kneeling in front of me and bending over to look into my eyes. He cupped my face in his hands carefully, afraid that he was causing me pain.
"Listen, buddy! If she doesn't want to see you, I'll kick your ass out of here myself!" Marlina snapped.
"J-J-Jake! I'm...so...h-h-happy!" I cried, leaning into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably still.
I felt him loosen from concern, his arms pulling me against his chest in the abnormally warm embrace that I loved so much. I clung to him, not ever wanting to let go. I cried for what felt like hours, Jake holding me tightly the whole time, before he finally spoke.
"Bella, I have an apartment here in New York City. Do you want to head there with me?" He asked.
As much as I wanted to say yes, I looked over his shoulder at Marlina, who smiled cheerfully at me.
"Go ahead, Bell. It's no skin off my back. But this seems like it'll be the last time we see each other, so I guess this is goodbye!" She said.
If it had been anyone else, I might be worried. But this was the way Marlina was. She was like this; she flowed with things, and didn't need friends or anyone else. I knew she wouldn't really miss me in the general sense of the word.
I nodded, knowing she didn't expect anything more, and Jake swept me up in his arms, carrying to a nice black Porsche. He smiled at my shocked expression, gripping me even closer.
"Yeah, I'll explain all of this when we get back to my place."
Jake set me in the seat beside the driver's, closing the door before getting into his side. Once he was driving, I was able to talk.
"How did you...get this thing?" I gasped.
He smiled.
"Life has been fairly good to me, Bella. About a year and a half ago, I opened up a little repair shop in La Push, trying to take my mind off of...things. I got some business, but then word started to spread and I became really popular. I was making around four-thousand dollars a week, because people started coming all the way from Port Angeles for my low prices.
"I made so much that I decided to step it up. I went to Port Angeles and opened a shop. Man, I started making more money then I could count! Embry and Quil worked for very minimum wage; only fifty a week. So I was making around a thousand dollars a day; it was such a success!
"So I bought this car used for only about a thousand dollars - it was really banged up on the inside - and started looking for you. It took a while, but you wouldn't believe the amount of information people give for a little money. I finally narrowed the search down to here, so I drove down and bought an apartment here."
He didn't have time to tell me anything more, because we had arrived at a massive tower. It was a sleek black shade, standing towers above other buildings.
"This...is where you live?" I asked in shock.
He nodded with a grin.
"I live on the thirty-seventh floor, so it might take the elevator a little time." He said.
How sorely I had missed that smile. He had been the only way I had gotten over Edward; knowing that he was still alive and loved me made me feel so much better. Then a fleeting thought crossed my mind. Did he still love me? It had been two years; had he moved on? Maybe what we had now was that friendship that I had ignorantly longed for in the past. I loved him more than I thought possible, I had finally come to terms with that, and he has probably stopped loving me. I couldn't blame him; I had left him without a second thought, and I felt horrible about that. But here he was...could he still love me?
"Well, let's go." He said cheerfully, stepping out of the car and walking around the side to open my door for me.
He took my hand to help me get out, and when I nearly collapsed from a sudden exhaustion, he picked me up and carried me on his back, my head resting lazily on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, and, without even knowing it, drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, I was lying on what looked like two queen-sized beds combined into one, the mattress very soft, yet not two much so. The sheets were light yet warm, the three blankets blue, green, and white. I sat up from the most comfortable pillow ever to take in the room around me.
It was massive – probably the size of Charlie's kitchen and living room together – and had a beautiful shade of tan painted on the walls. There was a small table on either side of the bed, both with lamps that let off a very soft glow that lightly illuminated the room. A large throne-like chair sat in the corner with a footstool, my copy of Wuthering Heights lying with a bookmark. A new copy sat beside it, hardbound with my name engraved at the bottom.
Jake really was rich now. It seemed a little weird that he still dressed the way he did, but I liked it. I heard the soft noise of a TV from beyond the closed white door. I got up, only to realize that I was now dressed in a soft white nightgown that was cut so that it almost revealed cleavage, but not quite. I slid out of the room, and found a massive living room.
It was easily the size of the first floor of Charlie's house, almost double. A large loveseat sat several feet away from a 72" plasma flat-screen TV that had been placed within the wall. A long recliner-like couch sat beside the loveseat so that both could easily see the TV, a table with cup-holders embedded in it sitting in between them with a lamp like the one in the bedroom on it.
What really shocked me was the fact that there was a large hot tub sitting in the middle of the room. It had speakers on every four angles. On the other side, there was a large refrigerator/freezer and a table with two seats under it, both cushioned. Over in the corner between the refrigerator and the huge door there was a massive stereo that was both taller than me and wider than me (if I were to lye down). There was a stack of CDs ranging from Kelly Clarkson to Three Day's Grace to Fergie.
The room was an amazing site, but Jake was even more amazing. He wore a sleeveless white undershirt and khaki shorts with surprisingly no stains. He turned to me when I walked in and smiled his normal smile.
"Have a good nap?" He asked.
I nodded, not being able to hold in a smile. He was so cute, sitting there with that wonderful look on his face. My stomach did a flip at the thought that I was the cause of it. He stood and crossed the room in four quick strides, taking me in his arms.
"I'm so glad that you're okay, Bella." He whispered into my hair.
"I'm glad too, Jake. More than you could imagine. But...aren't you...mad?" I asked.
He pulled away to look at me in curiosity.
"Why would I be mad? I've finally found you!" He said, pulling me close again.
"I...left you. Aren't you mad?" I asked, knowing that I couldn't comfortably be with him until I knew.
I felt him shrug.
"No. I was sad at first, but I knew that you would have stayed if you hadn't been so freaked out about him dying. I love you so much, Bells! I'm glad I finally have you back."
I gasped at both his words and him pulling me off of my feet to spin me around gently.
"I...I love you, too. More than you know." I said, trying to hold in my regret and relief. But Jacob saw through it.
"Bella, what's wrong? Aren't you...happy that I found you?" He asked.
I nodded quickly, gripping him tightly.
"Yeah, of course. It's just...I thought you would have moved on. I mean, I'm so glad that you didn't, but...I just...I guess it's a lot to take in; the fact that you love me so much...as much as I love you."
Jake pulled away to look at me, and I could see the glistening of a tear in one eye, and I knew tears were already pouring down my cheeks. He reached out and gently cupped my cheek, wiping a tear away with his thumb, before he leaned down and kissed another away. Then, he leaned over slightly, taking my lips in his.
It was like a fire I had never felt before. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair as he bent me over until my feet left the ground. His hands held onto my head and back, gripping me tightly against him. His body was warm, but it was his lips that made me hot. They were tender and caring, caressing mine in a way that I knew only he could do.
I moaned as his lips trailed down my jaw, kissing my neck before returning to my lips. When we finally parted, we were out of breath.
"I love you so much, Bells. I know that this isn't just some crush; I really, really love you."
"I feel the same way, Jake. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. These two years of longing for you have proved that."
He looked at me in shock, and I nodded. He gently let me go, allowing me to stand.
"Do you want something to eat?" He asked.
I nodded.
"What do you want? Anything you want, just name it."
"Well, a nice cold Vanilla Frappaccino and a cheese danish with some blueberries and yogurt sound good, a bottle of Pepsi on the side." I said jokingly.
He walked over to the door, however, and pressed a button on a keypad, speaking into a small microphone. He named off all of the things that I wanted, along with two cinnamon rolls and milk with another Pepsi.
"Jake, I was kidding!" I exclaimed when he was finished, but he just smiled.
"I know, but why not? You can have anything you want, Bella. I'm a millionaire!" He said with a grin, and I looked at him in shock.
I guess it was obvious, since he had said that in Port Angeles he was making several thousand dollars a week, but it just seemed unbelievable.
"M-Millionaire?" I stammered out in shock.
He laughed.
"Yeah. Isn't it crazy? I've opened up another shop here in NYC, and Embry and Quil are coming down here to work on weekends. The workers I have are really good, but they're the best. I think I might actually become a billionaire by the end of the year, since I've been making ten thousand a week here."
I could just stare at him until the doorbell rang. Jake opened it to reveal a slim man with brown hair in bellhop attire. He smiled at Jake when he drove a cart with our meal on it into the room.
"Thank you very much, Brent. This is my...girlfriend, Bella. She'll be staying with me from now on, so please don't be frightened if you hear her voice over the mic instead of mine." Jake said, handing the man his money.
"Of course, Mr. Black. You know you are my favorite man to serve. Always so kind to me. I'm glad you have finally found your girlfriend." He said, walking out of the room.
Jake turned to me with a grin.
"He never makes me pay full price because I'm the only one here who treats him like a real person. I told him about you. Is it okay if I called you my girlfriend?" He asked, honestly worried.
I nodded.
"Of course. I mean...I guess that's what we are now, isn't it?"
He smiled.
"Yeah, I guess it is. Well, time to eat!" He said, pulling out the food and setting it on the table.
"You aren't eating as much as usual, Jake. Do you not feel well?" I asked. I always remembered him eating so much back in La Push.
"Naw. I don't need to. I'm not a werewolf anymore."