I turned off the engine, sitting in my red covertible Edward insited on replacing the old truck, and I stared up at the little red house that I remember coming to when Edward left me..so long ago.
I couldn't do this. I felt my heart racing out of my chest.
But I just couldn't turn back out now. I'd come all this way. I knew that this was the right thing to do.
Slamming the car door, I stumbled out onto the grassy lawn, not caring anymore. I'd just walk in there, do what I came here for, and get it over with. It'd be that easy.
Or at least I'd planned for it to be that easy..
I knocked on the door for a while it seemed. No one answered immediately like in the old days when they were happy for my presence at the Black's residence.
Finally, someone answered the door. Though not whom I expected, I was glad to be back here. The warmness overwhelmed me and surged through my vains.
"Bella?"
It was Billy. He had changed so much. I thought he was an old man before, but now, I really saw it in him. The weakness poured out of him and I definitely could tell that his condition wasn't the best.
Wrinkles crawling down his face as he sat in his wheel chair, Billy slightly smiled up at me. His beard hung low, to his chest as well as his hair. What once used to be beautiful, black shining hair, was now gray and brittle, as if it were so fragil, it might break. The same thing went for his body because his arms were so small, it was as if they were twigs straight off of a tree.
The site of Billy's condition was heart breaking for me. I felt tears stinging in my eyes already. Why did Jacob let Billy get this way? How did Jacob let Billy get this way?