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Chapter 3: EPOV
Soon after I passed the city's boarders, though it seemed like an eternity too long, I arrived at Bella's house. I saw only Carlisle's car in the driveway, and I began to worry even more. I raced up the driveway and burst through the front door.
"Alice!" I called. She was blocking me out of her thoughts. Her mind was concerned on tracing the pattern of a cupboard, so I knew she was in the kitchen. "Where is she?! Is she okay?! Please tell me she's okay!"
I was already in the kitchen, shooting questions at her before she'd even looked up. Her face showed that she was trying to figure something out, but she was still blocking me out. "Alice!" She slowly looked up from the table. "She's okay, isn't she?!"
Her eyes flew back to the table, a blank look on her face, and her thoughts still elsewhere. I noticed that what she'd been looking at had been a note. I rushed to Alice's side, reading the note in front of her.
"Dear Charlie,
When you find this, it will already be too late. I'm sorry it came to this, but I can't go on without Edward any longer. If you ever see him again, tell him I still love him, but don't hate him for my decision.
Tell Renee I love you and goodbye. I love you, Dad. I'm sorry.
Your daughter,
Bella"
The note was written in Bella's unmistakable handwriting, but it looked shakier than usual. There were a couple tear stains on the page, and they smelled of Bella. But I didn't care. I sunk to the ground, unable to keep my legs under me. I felt like I had no control over my body. I couldn't believe she was gone. And how? She'd taken her own life. Suicide. My Bella had committed suicide. Not only that, but it was because of me.
I began to sob dryly. I didn't make it in time. She'd died thinking I hated her. These thoughts, and many like them, circled around my head like vultures, slowly picking away at my sanity.
I don't know how long I sat there on the floor, but soon I heard Charlie's thoughts approaching. I knew I had to leave before he got here, but I couldn't move. I heard Alice's voice, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Finally she sighed, and picked me up, dragging me out of the house over her shoulder.
I barely realized what was happening after that until Alice dropped my on the black couch in my room. She shook me, trying to pull me back into reality, but I didn't want to leave the numb state I was in.
"Edward? Edwa . . . . Listen to me!" Her voice was coming into and going out of focus. It almost hurt to try to listen. "Edward! . . . to me! I don't think . . . . Did you hear me?"
I focused all my willpower on making my eyes look at her. She smiled, relieved that I wasn't totally lost – yet. "Can you hear me Edward?" I was focusing only on her voice, and it was almost entirely focused, but not completely. I half-nodded. She sighed in relief. "Did you hear what I said before?" she asked.
I shook my head slightly.
"I said I don't think she's dead. I don't think she committed suicide." I felt a burst of hope at these words. "When I went the cliff I saw her jumping off of, I found that, not only is it in La Push, but I could smell werewolf!"
I growled. If a werewolf was the cause of this, I would rip it's throat out. I had a clue of who it might be already, but he's going to wish he was dead when I'm though with him. No one hurts my Bella and walks away alive.
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BPOV
When I awoke, all I could smell was beer and oil. Alarmed by my unfamiliar surroundings, and the fact that I was chained to a pole, I began to panic. I squirmed beneath my restraints, but all it did was bruise me. My eyes darted around the room I was in and, although I didn't recognize it, I figured it was a warehouse of some sort. There were empty beer bottles scattered all over the place, the odd one was cracked or shattered.
I suddenly noticed someone was sobbing. My eyes searched the room until they landed on Jacob's back. He took a swig of a mostly empty beer bottle, and wiped his eyes with his sleeve as he sniffled. I almost felt bad that he was crying. Almost.
"JACOB! LET. ME. GO!" I screamed at him. My voice was hoarse, I noticed, but who knows how long I'd been out for. He whirled around at the sound of my voice.
He looked horrible. His face was stained with tears, and he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep for days. Again, I almost felt sorry for him, but my anger pushed that emotion aside, and I doubted I would ever feel sorry for Jacob again.
"Bella," He started, tears welling up in his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry. I...I shouldn't have..." He broke out into sobs, falling to his knees simultaneously. I didn't care that he felt bad. He should feel bad. He kidnapped me! Charlie was going to think I was dead!
"Get me out of these chains!! I have to go home!" He looked up at me, tears crawling down his cheeks, with a strange expression on his face. "Let me go, Jacob!"
"I'm sorry!" he sobbed, "I-I can't!"
"Why not?!"
"Charlie would arrest me! I have to be ready in case the pack needs me! I-I'm so sorry, Bella! I shouldn't have done this to you!" He began sobbing again.
Just then, there was a howl in the distance. Jacob's head snapped up, and he got up and ran out.
"JACOB! GET BACK HERE!" I called after him. I had no doubt he had heard me, but I knew he wouldn't listen.
I hung my head. I had nothing to do but sit here and wish, for the trillionth time, that Edward had never left. At the thought of his name, my stomach twisted. But because of the chains, I could not clutch my chest in attempt to stop the hole from ripping me apart. This time, I was helpless to the pain that came. Tears stung at my eyes, and soon trickled down my cheeks and off of my face.
"Edward," I whispered. "Where are you?"
A/N: Oooo! What's gunna happen next? Let me know what you think! Was it good? Did it suck? What do you think will happen to Bella??
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