Where The Caged Animals Escape
Bella's Point Of View
I opened the front door of my home and quietly shut it, wincing at the impact sound when it locked in place. I locked the dead bolt and turned around, jumping as I saw Charlie towering over me. My hand came to my heart and I felt it beat thunderously underneath my palm.
"Dad, you scared me," I sated. He leaned against the banister and crossed his arms, clucking his tongue at me.
"Good. You need to be scared Bells," he replied. I looked down at my feet, knowing he was right.
After a minute or two of silence, he spoke, "Bella. I know you weren't at Leah's. Wanna' tell me where you've been for the last seven hours?" I glanced at the clock, only noticing that it was 12:41 A.M.
"I was out," I whispered.
"Out where? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't La Push!"
"I know," I whispered more. Charlie was angry, even for his rough and gruff style, he was pissed.
"Bella! What the hell is going on!? Did you come live with me just so you can rebel and do stupid shit all the time!?"
I sighed. "No. I came to be with my father!" It was mostly a whine. I hated the fact that I never got to do the things like I wanted. Ever since I met Jacob the first day I got here, nothing's been the same.
"I can't do this Bella. You've done nothing by lie to me since you've been here. I think it's time that you go back home to you're..." But then he remembered. He always did. He sighed and his eyes grew sad.
"Go home to who Dad? The dead plants in the living room? The sour milk? I have no one! I don't even have my own father!" I shouted at him. I ran past him and up the stairs, locking myself in my room. I heaved myself away from the brown wood and crawled onto my bed, sighing at the feel of its softness.
I've missed this bed. I'd only slept in it twice since I've been here. If I wasn't sleeping on this bed it was Jake's or Leah's or Seth's - always someone else's bed but my own. That's how everything's been. I'm never alone. I can never do anything alone. I never get peace. It's like I'm an infant or something. I always have someone hovering over me. I pulled my pillow to my chest, squeezing it roughly.
That's when it happened. I cried. Like a little kid who slammed her fingers in the door, I bawled like I was dying. I kept my cries muffled by the thick pillow, letting my tears soak everything in sight. It was the first time I cried in a long time. It felt good, great even. But I cried even worse as I realized I was actually crying...like a teenage girl. This was ridiculous, I didn't even cry at my own Grandmother's funeral but yet I was crying over the fact my life had turned to shit? Not cool, not cool at all.
I thought of Edward though, he'd been my silver lining through this whole thing. Even though I knew he was a dork who didn't know how to tie his shoes without doing the bunny ears. He was a sugar-aholic when it came to pixie sticks and had a tendency to zone out to much.
Edward was my dork, my bronze haired, sugar loving, dork.
Just thinking off him made my tears turn into grins. I chuckled as I thought about him, everything he did always put me in smiles. He was like a drug, an awesome drug. I'd never want to get clean and get him out of my system. He was my dork-drug for life. I looked down, noticing Edward's black jacket. I sighed and grinned as I remembered him handing it to me as I prepared to leave the party.
I also remembered my arm.
I quickly slipped out of the jacket, double checking my door to see that it was locked. Once I confirmed that it was I slipped my torn sleeve over my shoulder, grimacing at the blood oozing from the bandaged. It was old blood, but it didn't change the fact that it was gross and nauseating. I grimaced and winced as I pulled the material away from my arm, gagging at the open hole.
"Lovely," I groaned.
"Damn hunter..." I muttered as I walked to the tweezers on my dresser. I grabbed the small metal and turned on all the lights in my room, making it too bright. I squinted my eyes as I sat on my bed, bringing my right hand to the open wound. I bit my tongue as I dipped the metal into the hole, clutching my knee as the pain took over. I bit my tongue a little too hard, blood oozed in my mouth and I let it go. I pulled the metal out, taking a deep breath.
"Fuck," I swore as the pain lingered. "Five seconds of pain or an infection full of questions?" I asked myself, keeping my eyes tightly shut.
"Five seconds of pain," I groaned before I nearly screamed. I shoved the tweezers into the now bleeding hole, moving it around until it hit something. I went for it, reaching for the bullet that was lodged into my skin. I pulled out, silently screaming as it vanished from my body. I gasped and felt sweat dampen my forehead. I brought the bullet to the front of my eyes, glancing at the small thing.
"Bastard," I said to it, sighing as I realized I was talking to objects that had no way of talking back...unless I was on drugs or crazy. Pain continued to shoot through my arm. I glanced down at it as purple and red edged around the hole. I prepared myself for the worst of the pain, gripped my bed post and smashed my jaw down. I never took my eyes of the wound, it still amazed to this day.
The skin broke apart, flakes of it falling towards the floor, leaving my muscle to be its replacement. Pain circled around the hole; heat, as if I was being burnt and hit with a paintball gun. The pale tones around the muscle ran across it like water, sinking into the wound like a black hole. The red tinge to the skin quickly blended back to my white tone, leaving me with a fresh and healthy patch of skin. I relaxed as the pain faded away, letting out a deep exhale. I stared at my blood stained dress, wasn't that just a way to kick of this night. I used my money to get it, only for this!?
I sighed anyways and slipped out of it, kicking it into a corner of dirty cloths I had been meaning to get to. I opened my dresser drawers and searched for something to wear, ending up with one of Jacob's large shirts. It came down to my knees, looking like a dress. I pulled the sleeve up so it wouldn't get ruined with my drying blood. I grabbed a dirty towel and wiped at my scratch free arm, taking off the blood. I threw the blue towel on the ground and switched off the lights, after that I slipped under my covers. I smiled at the thought of sleeping by myself and in my own bed for once.
It didn't take me long to fall asleep.
It didn't take me long to be woken up either.
My eyes peered up as I felt my sheets move against my body, I snapped my head over my shoulder. Groaning and rolling to face the body next to me.
"What are you doing here!?" I shouted in a whisper.
"I was in the neighborhood," the boy said.
"Seth. You're always in the neighborhood! I told you that tonight was my night, that I wanted to be alone. Go home," I roared at him. I pulled my blankets off him and started pushing him with my bare feet.
"Bells. Please don't kick me out," he whimpered. In the darkness I could see his pouty lips. I bet his eyes were watering. I sighed.
"Fine. But please, please let me sleep. No snoring, no moving and no farting, kay?" He nodded his head and I turned on my side again. Letting sleep come back to me.
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Ring. Ring. Ring.
I'm not here right now. Or, I'm asleep. Either way your phone call is not going to be answered. Leave a message after that obnoxious beep and I will most likely get back to you, or not.
"Gah!" I shouted. I pressed the red button and called his phone again.
Ring. Ring. Pick Up. Ring. Pick. The. Fucking. Phone. Up. Now! Ring.
I'm not here right-
This was so out of character for Edward. He always picked up when I called, even if it was six in the morning. I swear that kid never slept. Either that or he slept with his phone, which I could clearly imagine.
Seth rolled over and his hip dug into mine. I groaned and pulled myself away from him, which led me to land on the floor with a loud thud.
"Ow!" Seth shot straight up and glanced around the room in a panic. He looked down at me and his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing on the floor?" he asked.
"I fell," I stated, pulling myself up onto my feet.
"Oh. Well Klutzilla, be more careful," he replied before laying back down.
"It's your fault," I said to him. He looked up at me.
"I really doubt that. Once a klutz, always a klutz," he stated.
"What about you? Once immature, always immature," I retorted. He chuckled and yawned. I walked over to my dresser and played with random objects as I waited for Edward to call me back.
"You really need to learn how to not talk in your sleep," Seth spoke.
"What'd I say this time?" I asked him.
"Oh, Edward," he began in a dramatic girly tone. "Your skin is so soft. Kiss me, please.."
I scoffed and threw something at him, not positive what it was.
"Missed me," he said, sticking out his tongue.
"Seriously. What did I say?"
He sighed. "You just said Edward repeatedly, I even witnessed an 'I'm sorry'. Do you have any idea what Jacob would do if he heard you saying anything about him?"
"Probably kill him," I muttered.
"Exactly!"
"When is he going to get it through his thick skull that him and I will never be?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"I'd say in about..oh.." Seth pursed his lips and look up at the ceiling; he then looked back at me, "never."
"I wish you were wrong," I groaned.
"I'm never wrong," he stated, shutting his eyes.
"I know," I whispered.
Edward's Point of View
I was going to kill Emmett McCarty, at least until I found out Carlisle and Esme were coming home early. Alice and I were like tornado's, but instead of creating destruction we were creating a clean environment.
"I can't believe they're coming home early," Alice muttered.
"I can't believe Emmett flushed my cell phone down the toilet," I spoke as I flipped a stained cushion around.
"Stop being a boob. You knew something bad was going to happen when you handed it to him," she said, shoving plastic cups into a garbage bag.
"Yeah. But now I can't call Bella to tell her that I can't call her until I get a new one," I replied.
"You'll see her Monday. And knowing mom you'll have one before lunch." I nodded my head, agreeing that she was right.
"But if you keep moping and stop cleaning, we'll never have a social life again!" she shouted. I nodded once more and quickly began cleaning, working faster than before.
By ten A.M., we had the house clean and we were casually watching a movie. I'm not positive about which one it was, it could have been Bambi for all I knew.
Our parents walked in, we looked over to see Esme lugging shopping bags and Carlisle juggling fishing material.
"Hey, what's going on?" I asked.
"Well," Carlisle began, setting things on the floor behind our couch. "I felt bad about skipping our fishing trip last weekend and thought that we could do it right now."
"Right now? What happened to your meeting in Seattle?" I questioned more.
"I really didn't have to be there, Esme just wanted to get away for awhile. I think she's mad at me for cutting the trip, but she'll get over it," he said, waving it off like it was nothing.
I ran a hand through my hair. "Oh. Well, when do you want to go?"
"Right now," he grinned.
"Right now," I copied.
"Yes. Go put on some cloths you don't care about, but make sure they're warm. Don't forget boots and maybe a hat," he ordered. I got off the couch and headed straight for the stairs.
"You know dad. Just because they wear that stuff in the movies and in catalogs doesn't mean it's mandatory," I retorted playfully.
"No back sassing me mister, get your tush up those stairs and be down in ten minutes," he smiled at me and a laughed.
"Ten minutes!? But daddy, that's not enough time!" I said, mimicking Alice. We both burst into laughter and Alice just glared at us both.
"Just leave already, me and mom need our woman time," Alice hissed. I rolled my eyes and went upstairs.
~*~
"I'm bored," I sighed, and sinked my chin into my palm.
"It is rather boring, huh?" Carlisle asked with a smile, I nodded my head.
"I think we should stick to travelling and watching movies, what do you say?" he asked me.
"Oh yeah," I said theatrically.
"Should we pack up and head home to the girls?"h asked.
"Ew. Can we get food first?" I asked as I heaved myself out of the chair.
"My stomach is about to eat me if I don't feed it," Carlisle spoke as I walked past him to grab my jacket.
"Gah. It might eat me too," I said as I heard a loud growl from his stomach.
"That wasn't me," Carlisle replied in a worried tone. I glanced at him, his blue eyes stained with panic.
"Was that a bear?" I asked as the growling noise continued. Carlisle opened his mouth to speak but instead a loud gunshot echoed through the small meadow where the river ran through.
"What was that?" I asked, clearly knowing exactly what it was.
"A shotgun. Must be a hunter," Carlisle said, relief hanging onto each of his words.
But soon after a loud, rough scream was heard, making me and Carlisle stiffen in fear.
"I don't think the hunter is hunting dad," I whispered.
"Me either," he spoke. Carlisle and I stared off into the woods, looking for life of any kind.
Boom. Boom. Help! Grah!
"Dad…" I began in a frightened tone.
"I know," he whispered. "Let's go." I reached down to pick up our things but Carlisle stopped me.
"Forget it. We need to get to the police station," Carlisle spoke.
I started for the trail, realizing that it entered where the noise was heard.
"Dad…" I began once more.
"Run," Carlisle stated. He and I began into the deep parts of the woods, following the trail. My foot got caught in a brush of sticks, causing me to fall.
"Edward, get up," Carlisle spoke, running past me.
"Dad!" I whispered loudly, he stopped running and turned around. He bent down and began trying to force me up.
"Edward, come on."
"Dad, look," I pointed to the object that had me frozen in place. Carlisle looked and pulled at me harder.
"Son, we need to go now!" he growled. I continued to stare at the dismembered head, realizing who the man was.
Chief Swan.
His skin was patched with blood, his features ripped off. The mustache he had for years remained though, and I could never forget that shade of brown. As I got up on my feet, something else caught my attention.
My jacket. The jacket I had lent Bella. It was on the ground, parts of it shredded and placed in random spots.
Carlisle tugged on my arm, but once again I was locked in place.
Bella. She was out there, somewhere.
"Edward. We don't have time for this, we need to get help now," Carlisle huffed.
I shook my head, tears falling free. Carlisle's face blocked my vision.
His terrified blue eyes stared deep into mine, his own tears building up.
"Son, we need to leave. Think about your mother, think about Alice," he said softly.
But I couldn't. They were home, safe. Bella was here, not safe.
"Dad," I croaked, sobs escaping.
"Think about Chief Swan's daughter. She'll want to know, she deserves to know," he said, making more tears fall from me.
"She's here," I stated.
"What?" He asked, more panicked.
"She's here dad. Somewhere," I closed my eyes, picturing her. When I opened them Carlisle's eyes weren't on me anymore, instead they were behind me. His eyes were wide and his tears falling over.
"Da-" he cut me off.
"I love you, Edward. Tell Esme and Alice that too, for me," he pleaded.
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked.
A deep growling noise was heard directly behind me.
A/N - Last chapter was an epic fail! I hope this one wets your whistle. I feel at home with Bella, even though I hate her stinking guts. Good thing she's like a sister I suppose.
Bella + Angst = Happy Brittany Pants. Do you see why it's turned to M? Gore. That's why. Plenty more of that, and a lemon (maybe)....genre is horror and romance after all.
I am sad to say that me/this story is going on Hiatus. I want to get familiar with the way online school works and how much time it will take up. I hope that it won't be too long of a break but right now it has to be.
The cliffhanger was mean, even meaner because I won't update for awhile :D Bahaha. I am a bully.
I'll update when I can :D