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Dangers of the Road

I was roughly twenty miles out of La Push when I began to think normally. I pulled over to the side of the road and laid my head back on the headrest. What was I thinking? Jacob did not want to see me… and it was just a stupid fight after all. Who was this Octavia person to make me jealous? Edward was my boyfriend, not hers. If anything, she would be jealous of me. Not vice versa.

"I'm an idiot," I moaned aloud.

This really was ridiculous. I was getting nowhere running off to my best friend who didn't want anything to do with me. I sighed and put my truck into drive. Maybe I would just visit the beach to clear my head, and then go back to Forks and talk it out with Edward. There was nothing wrong with that… I fiddled with the radio that Emmett had been kind enough to reinstall. I glanced down at it, confused by all the buttons and gadgets. I turned my head to glance back up at the road.

Everything happened as if in slow motion. I saw a woman with red hair standing only a few feet in front of my truck. I slammed on the breaks, thankful that I wasn't up to speed yet. Swerving in order to avoid her, I felt the truck spin on the ground beneath me. The rear of the truck slammed into something, causing my head to bang against window. I flipped back into position, my head throbbing. I had missed the woman, and yet…

Then it dawned on me… I knew the woman…

Victoria.

I felt something jump onto the hood of my truck. I couldn't breathe. Victoria smiled back at me, as if we were old friends coming together again. Her red eyes stared into mine; she slid off the hood and within seconds, opened my door. She ripped the seat belt off and threw me out of the truck. I hit the ground, wincing at the pain. I felt my shoulder pop and I gasped in alarm. Victoria stood over me, enjoying every second of my pain. I couldn't stand the pain any more, I was nearly losing consciousness. Victoria grabbed my good arm, pulling me to my feet.

"Don't worry, Bella dear," she said, her voice eerily pleasant, "I won't torture you like James… I'll keep it short and sweet!"

She leaned in and I braced myself. This was it. Time seemed to freeze. Victoria pulled back and sniffed the air, alarmed.

"Damn," she said, throwing me to the ground.

She took off like a flash of red lightening; leaving me sprawled on the ground. With my last bit of consciousness, I looked up to see five large animals staring down at me. I faded into darkness…

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

I groaned. My alarm clock had never been this annoying before… It sounded just like a heart monitor…

My eyes flew open in alarm. I sat up quickly, surveying my surroundings. A hospital room? I groaned and lay back down. Charlie was going to kill me…

"Bella?"

I looked up at the sound of my name. Charlie leaned over me, placing a hand on my head. I forced a weak smile.

"Hey, Dad…" I said softly.

"Hey, Kiddo," he said, his voice full of relief.

He didn't seem angry; that was a good start. He sat down on my bed, taking my hand awkwardly.

"What… happened?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't have to make up a story. My head hurt enough without having to create something myself.

"You were in an accident," he said slowly, as if I'd comprehend it better based on the speed of his voice. "You swerved and hit a tree…"

"How's my truck?" I asked, immediately concerned.

Charlie chuckled, although it was half-heartedly.

"You were just in a horrible accident in which you were nearly killed and you're worried about your truck?" he asked, amazement in his voice.

"I love my truck," I said stubbornly.

He laughed again, shaking his head.

"Your truck is fine, just a really bad dent, and a broken tail light. I don't think a tank could take out that thing."

I nodded, satisfied with the answer. At least it wasn't totaled.

"How did you… find me?" I asked, choosing my words carefully.

"You were extremely lucky," he said, frowning. "Jacob, Sam Uley, and some of their friends were headed to the beach and they saw your truck. They called for help immediately… you're lucky they were headed that way."

"Are they still here?"

"Jacob is… and the Cullens… Edward was concerned when you didn't call later on in the evening." Charlie said, rolling his eyes. He still didn't trust Edward. "I told him that you had been in an accident… he's been waiting in the lobby… Really Bella where were you going? Did something go wrong at the party?"

Uh-oh, the dreaded question…

"No, I was having a good time…" I said slowly, trying to think as quickly as my aching head would let me. "I was just heading over to…"

"Bella?"

"Dr. Cullen," Charlie said, standing. "How is she?"

Saved by the doctor! I flashed Carlisle a grateful smile.

"She has a concussion and a dislocated shoulder, but other than that she's very lucky." Carlisle said, scribbling some notes down.

He began to examine me, which was becoming a rather typical procedure.

"Thank God," Charlie said, sighing in relief. "I should probably call Renee…"

I groaned. I loved my mother to death but that was the last thing I needed right now.

"Well she has a right to know," Charlie said defensively.

"You haven't told her yet?" I asked, amazed.

"Well, I came straight here!" he said sheepishly. "You've only been out for a couple hours and I was in here the whole time."

I looked at Charlie carefully for the first time in a while. He was beginning to get gray hairs in his already light colored hair. I felt guilty causing him so much stress.

"Just one more bump on the head," I said, trying to lighten the situation, "Tell her not to worry, I feel fine…"

Charlie nodded, although I could see that he was dreading the conversation. The moment he exited the room, I grabbed Carlisle's arm.

"What really happened?" I asked, my voice hushed.

He glanced back towards the door, before answering.

"Victoria nearly killed you… the werewolf clan happened to be nearby… but they didn't catch her…"

"They didn't?" I asked, in amazement.

"Victoria knows what she's doing," he explained, "She doesn't act on impulse like James did… this only makes her deadlier…"

"Is… Edward mad at me?" I asked, worriedly.

He sighed and glanced towards the door again.

"You'll have to find out yourself… but we have a bigger problem at the moment…"

"What?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Well, let me put it this way… there are two groups out there waiting to see you and they both hate each other with a passion. If we're lucky the lobby will still be intact…"

I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this was just a bad dream.

"Would you like me to send everyone away?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "The last thing you need is stress…"

"No… send…" I deliberated in my mind. No matter whom I chose, neither side was going to be happy.

"Send Edward… and Jacob in. Together. Or I won't see either one of them."