Previously:

"Jake's been in a car accident," Charlie said seriously.

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I stopped dead in my tracks.

Suddenly, my entire world came crashing down on me. All the memories of Edward that I had tried so hard to forget, came rushing back into my mind. I have no clue why.

I started to feel hate, anger and sadness all at the same time. Jacob meant everything to me. I couldn't lose him too.

My chest started to hurt. It felt worse than when Edward had left. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and set it on fire. It burned and ached. I wrapped my arms around myself.

I plopped myself down on the step where I had stopped.

A stream of tears flowed down my cheeks.

Charlie came and sat down next to me.

"How *sniff* bad is h-he *sniff* h-h-hurt?" I managed to cry out.

"He's in a coma. They said he was seriously injured. They're doing the best that they can, Bella," Charlie tried to comfort me. I was in no mood for comfort. I only wanted to see Jake.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Charlie suggested. I nodded, still crying. "Do you want to change first?"

"No. I have to *sniff* see Jake," I answered. I couldn't control the tears.

As soon as we got to the hospital, I ran to the receptionist. "The room for Jacob Black, please," I cried. The lady must've seen how extremely sad and distressed I was so she tried to search for his room as quick as possible.

Once she told me, I ran to the room where Jake was in.

When I got there, I could see him lying lifeless on the bed. Tubes were all over his body hooked up to different kinds of machines. He didn't move a muscle.

"Jake! No, Jake! Please, please wake up!" I yelled as I ran to him and clutched onto his arm.

He didn't make a noise or move a muscle. "Bella, I think you best leave him be," Charlie said.

"No! I love him, Dad. I can't just leave him like this. I can't stand seeing him lying here and knowing that I can't do anything to help him!" I told him. A new wave of tears formed in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. "I have *sniff* to help him, Dad. I have to."

A doctor and two male nurses came into the room.

"How bad is he hurt? What happened?" I asked urgently.

"He is quite seriously injured. He fractured three ribs, his femur, his left arm in two different places and six toes. He had minor spinal damage but that won't be much of a problem because we can fix that. As a matter of fact, we're taking him into surgery now," the doctor replied calmly. "I'm truly sorry but you're going to have to wait about 2 days after surgery before you can come back. This young man is not going to be in tip-top shape so you should give him some rest. Excuse us, while we take him to the surgery room."

I stood along side Jake's bed as they wheeled him out of the room. I couldn't stop crying.

"Jake. Everything's *sniff* going to be okay. Please *sniff* don't leave me. I need you. *sniff* I love you," I said as I kissed his forehead.

"Bella," Jake whispered without opening his eyes.

"Bella, stay here. You can't go in there," Charlie commanded.

"Jake!" I yelled as I held onto his hand.

"Bella, don't leave me," he whispered as they wheeled him away. My hand slipped out of his.

"Jake! I'm not going anywhere! I'm staying here. I'll wait for you!" I yelled after him. "Dad, *sniff* tell me he's going to be *sniff* fine."

"He'll be fine, Bella. After all, he's a strong boy. He'll get through this," Charlie's words comforted me a bit, but I was still crying.

"What happened to him, Dad?" I sobbed.

"Well, he was driving home late last night, and some idiot was speeding and slammed into the side of Jake's car. The idiot didn't even stop. I assume that he was drunk. Jake was left there. His car was totalled and he was left bleeding. Luckily, some pedestrians saw the accident and called an ambulance."

"Poor, Jake. He *sniff* doesn't deserve any of this. Wait, you *sniff* said he was driving home late? What time was it?"

"About 11:30. Why?"

"Oh, no. Jake was driving home from our house."

"What? Why?"

"He came and visited after you had already gone to bed. We chatted for a while and he left after I fell asleep. I feel so bad. None of this would've happened if he didn't come over."

"Bella, don't blame yourself. It was nobody but that stupid maniac's fault."

It was my fault. All my fault. I had done this to Jake. How could I live with myself? I didn't deserve to be with him. "Did they catch the drunk driver?" I asked angrily.

"They're working on it down at the station, Bells. The witnesses said he was driving a silver sports car. Speaking of which, I have to get to work. I'll drop you off at home. Come on," Charlie said.

I got up slowly and followed him out of the hospital.

We got home and I sat on the couch. I didn't do anything. I just kept feeling guilty. A while after Charlie had left, I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up when the phone rang. My nose was burning and my eyes were wet.

"Hello?" I said as I picked up.

"Bella? It's Ron from the station. Can I speak to Charlie?" the man said.

"Dad's not home, yet. Did you want to leave a message?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Can you tell Charlie that the witnesses said the car was a silver Volvo?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Thanks, Bella. Goodnight."

"Night."

I was too lazy to do anything. I went back to the couch. I couldn't think properly.

Then it hit me. The car was a silver Volvo. Silver Volvo! It had to have been Edward. Nobody else in Forks owned a Volvo.

The feeling of pure hatred raced through me.