Chapter 15
BPOV
Edward and I make our way out of the office after a long day. Jacob is out and no one knows where he is and I don't know whether to run with my family and hide until he's found, or just ball myself up and cry. This man took my life right after high school and had it for years before I was freed from him and if he gets the chance to get me again, I know I'm done for.
He won't let me go again.
Tears fall freely down my face as we descend the floors in the elevator. Edward reaches over and puts his arm around me, pulling me to his chest, and I let the tears fall faster and harder and a sob escapes from my chest.
"Baby… it'll be Ok. We'll be Ok" he says into my hair before pressing a kiss on the top of my head. I nod my head into his chest, part of me believing but most of me knowing that when your dealing with a mad man, there are no guarantees. The elevator dings and we make out way into the parking garage. I step out first, and Edward steps out behind me, pulling me back to him and whispering that he loves me. I nod my head and we walk over to the car, he opens the passenger side for me and I slide in and lock it as soon as he shuts it. I look through the windshield and I see Edward's head turning in every direction, watching to see if everything is ok. I grip onto the door handles and look around as well, hoping I don't see anything.
He continues walking back to the drivers side once he sees that everything is ok, and I'm anxious to get my daughter as he starts the car and we pull out of the parking spot.
We don't talk the whole way to Alice's, we're both too tense and every couple of seconds we look in the rear views to make sure no one is following us.
Once we get to Alice's house, I step out of the car and practically run to the front door as Alice pulls the door open. Her face turns from happy to one of confusion when she sees the look on my face. Lila runs up behind her, and I lean down and pull her to me, holding her tightly.
"Bella. What's wrong" Alice asks as Edward walks up behind me. Alice's eyes look from me to him and when she raises an eyebrow in silent questioning, he tells her.
"Jacob escaped from jail" Alice's hands cover her mouth as her eyes water. She shakes her head no, and then looks down to me, meeting my red puffy eyes.
"No" she says and kneels down in her driveway next to me. She wraps her arms around me and together we cry.
Jacob POV
I step off of the bus and walk through the parking lot of the motel, kicking trash around as I go. I know where James is, and I want to get him. I will get him. I reach the stairs and slowly start to ascend them, making my way up to my room. I keep my hands at my sides as I make the climb, not wanting to touch the handrails, in fear I might catch something from the dirty, sticky things.
I hit the last step and turn towards my door, and spot the man I had seen before, who was begging for money. Once he sees me, he immediately turns and tries to walk away but I call out to him.
"Hey! Stop right there!" I say and he stops mid step before pivoting towards me.
"You had some stuff for sale, a lot of shit I wouldn't even consider buying, but do you know where I can get something else?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. The man lifts his dirty face and smiles, showing off his yellowed teeth and gaping holes where teeth should be.
"What do you have in mind?" he asks, raising his hands and rubbing them together while grinning at me.
"I need a piece…. " I say, leaning in towards him, not wanting anyone of the other crack heads to hear what I'm saying. He nods his head, and brings his mouth closer to my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine from the feeling of disgust.
"When would you need it?" he says, and steps back to look in my eye.
"Yesterday" I say, and he nods and tells me he's going to go check. I nod my head and tell him he'll know where to find me as I point at my room door. He gives me a quick nod and scampers down the stairs. I take my key out, and slide in in the lock, unlocking the door and swinging it open to the filthy, stale room. I make my way inside, shutting the door behind me and walking over to the closet. I take out one of the semi clean towels provided by the hotel, and walk into the bathroom, slipping out of my clothes and tossing them to the floor. I turn the water on, running my hand into the stream from the shower head as I wait for the water to heat up. I shake the water off of my hand and stand in front of the mirror, smiling at my reflection and reaching up and rubbing the stubble on my chin.
I've got him. I've got James. All I need to do now, is take care of him and get to Bella.
I clench my fists tight when I think of how close I am to getting Bella. I know what needs to be done once I find her, and I'm going to start with taking care of Masen. Once he's out of the picture, it'll be easier to get to Bella. I haven't decided what to do about her kid, but if what James said is true and the little shit looks like him, I don't think I'll want her around either.
I notice the water is warm enough once I see the steam coming from inside the shower, and I step in, pulling my head under the stream and letting the water cascade from my head down my body. I pick up the travel size body wash I picked up earlier and lift the top, squeezing a little bit into my hand and setting the bottle back down before lathering myself up. When I got the motel, there was a bar of soap in here for me to use, but once I saw the hair and the specks of what must have been blood, I decided against using it.
I step back under the water and watch as the soapy water falls down my body in rivulets before hitting the shower floor, and going down the drain. Once all the soap is washed from my body, I shut off the water, and pull the shower curtain back and grab the towel on the counter. I wrap it around myself and step out, walking over to the closet to take out some clothes.
I take the clothes back to the bathroom and set them on the counter, and slowly start to dress. When I went into the bedroom, the time was 4 o clock, so I know I can probably be at the house James is staying at in less than an hour. As I'm sliding my shirt over my head, I hear a knock at the door, so I pull it down and walk through the room to get it.
Standing on the other side of the door is the man from before, along with another man, tall with black hair combed back, and dark eyes. He's wearing an oversized jacket over a pair of dark jeans and a button up shirt. His hands are in the jacket, and the man I've spoken with before asks if they can come in. I nod and step back, allowing them space to get in and once they step in, I shut the door, and walk over to where they are standing by the bed.
"What do you have?" I ask, and the man in the coat opens it all of the way, pulling out his hand with a small black gun tucked into his hands.
"This is a Smith & Wesson, 9mm automatic. Never been used" he says, smiling. I'm not stupid though, and I know that this has probably been used before, but shit, I don't care about that right now.
"How much" I ask, walking over to the closet, and picking up the pants where all the money I have is. Both men look at each other, and the man in the coat looks back at me and comes up with a number off the top of his head.
"Uh. I'll give it to you for 200" he says, and I nod, not really giving a fuck if it's too much or too little, I just want the damn gun so I can get this shit moving already. I pull out 2 crisp 100 dollar bills and hand them to him. His eyes light up like a fucking kid on Christmas, and he takes the money and hands me the gun.
"If you need anything else, let me know!" he says, and I'm surprised to find that he has a thick Boston accent. I shake my head, and start off towards the door. I pull it open and wait for them to leave. The walk out, and the drug addict from before turns to say something to me, but I shut the door in his face, too busy to hear anything he has to say. I grab my socks and shoes, and sit on the edge of the bed, and start to put them on, hurrying because I'm anxious to see James, and make him pay for what he's done.
I call for a taxi, and then walk downstairs to wait for them. As I sit on the last step, I go over what I'm going to do when I get there. My plan is to wait until James answers the door and then push my way in, maybe pistol whip him a couple of times and then kill him. I want him to know why this is happening to him, so I plan to tell him as I'm giving it to him, and then once he's out of the way, I'm going to search his house, to see if there's any signs of Bella or where she lives there.
The honk of the taxi cab brings me out of my thoughts and I rise up from the stair, and walk over to the cab. I open the back door and slide in, while telling the man I want to be dropped off at the corner of the road by James' house. As we drive through the busy streets of Seattle, I wonder if Bella has changed much since the last time I saw her. I know she had a baby, so does that mean she blew up, or has she kept her petite frame even after all of that. I always liked her thin, I didn't like her to eat too much junk when we were married. I also didn't like her too smart, which is why, after high school, I married her. There's nothing worse than a woman who's smarter than you.
"We're here, sir" the cab driver tells me and I thank him and pull out the money for him. As I step out of the car, I look around and start the walk to James' house. The road is dirt, and after 5 minutes of walking, I've only passed 2 houses so I know it's secluded. I walk in the rain, avoiding the mud puddles as much as I can as I near James' house and finally I see it. There are no cars in the lot, but I decide to stand back and watch it for a while before I make my move. All of the windows are dark, and there looks to be no movement on the inside, so I step forward to the front door and raise my hand and then bring it forward on the hard, old wood of the door.
After a couple of seconds, no one opens the door, so I push my ear up to the wood, and listen to see if I hear anything.
Nothing.
'This is going to be easier than I thought' I think to myself as I step back and start to walk to the back of the house. I reach the back door, and turn the knob hoping it's open but I'm not surprised when I find it's locked. I look around the backyard for anything I can use to pry open the door, and my eyes settle on the shovel laying in the muddied ground. I pick up the handle and raise it up and then smack it on the ground to try and get some of the dirt off of it. Once it's cleared of most of the dirt, I pick it up and hit the glass window of the back door, sending it shattering to the ground at my feet.
I toss the shovel aside and reach in to unlock the door, and then I step in, looking around to acquaint myself with the interior of the house. The house is sparsely decorated, only a couple of things scattered where their necessary. A tiny kitchen table, a hand me down couch, and a TV that must have survived the 80's sits in the living room. The light in the house is disappearing as dusk approaches and I decide to just sit and wait for James to come. I take a seat on the couch and take out the gun, checking to make sure the bullets are in correctly and all that good stuff.
After around 30 minutes of waiting for James, a flash of headlights through the living room window has me jumping out of the sofa, and walking over to the darkness of the hall way. The sun has gone down, only a sliver of it still shining on the horizon, so the house is bathed in darkness. I hear the jingle of keys from outside of the door, and I watch as James comes in, and closes the door behind him. I move to the door of the hallway and wait for him to turn on the light and once he does, I smile, holding the gun in my hand as his eyes adjust to the light and he see it's me standing before him.
"Jacob…" he says, a look of shock on his face. I chuckle and start to walk forward.
"Hello James. You look surprised to see me…" I say as I inch closer to him. His face is still contorted into a look of shock and he nods his head.
"How did you get here? How did you know where I was?" he asks, and I lean on the breakfast bar, switching the gun from one hand to the other as I watch him try and figure out what to do about me.
"Internet…," I say, stepping closer to him as I raise the barrel of the gun and scratch my temple. "It's so simple to find out anything you want to know on there…." I say and grin at him, loving the look of fear on his face.
"What do you want from me?" he asks, stepping back and hitting the door with his back as he realizes he has nowhere to go.
"You thought you could take my life, so I'm just going to have to take yours" I say, and then pull the gun up, level with his head. "But first, how about you be a pal, and tell me where I can find my wife" I say. The shock wipes off his face, and he starts to laugh.
"She's not yours, Jacob. She's never been yours." the heat rises to my face, and I cock the gun and press it against his face.
"Fuck you." I say and then pull the trigger back, anxious for his head to fucking explode and his insides to splatter across the room.
But none of that happens.
James POV
"Fuck you" he says, and I shut my eyes, waiting for the sound of the gun going off, followed by the ending of my life, but when none of that happens, I open my eyes and see him in front of me, looking at the gun to see what happened.
Of course I know what happened.
"Your gun jammed" I say and then reach down to the ground, noticing that Jacob is standing on Kate's ugly runner. I pick up the edge and pull hard, sending him flying to the ground on his back. He hit's the ground hard, groaning and grunting in pain from the impact, and I reach down and rip the gun from his hands. As I pull back from him, I look at the gun and tap the bottom of the gun, making sure the magazine is in properly and then I rack the slide, removing the jams.
Jacob groans as he lifts his head from the floor and rubs the back of his head, forgetting for the moment that I am over him with his gun. The memory of what happened must come shooting back into his mind because he gasps and looks up at me, pointing the gun right at him.
"No. Fuck You, Jacob" I say before I pull the trigger and watch as the bullet shoots from the gun and right into his forehead. Jacob's eyes go blank instantly, and his head slumps back. His blood starts to pool on the runner beneath his head and I shake my head at the vision in front of me.
"Fucking amateurs" I say, as I step over his body and place the gun on the counter. I pick up the runner on the edge and slowly start to pull it towards the door, along with Jacob's body. I raise my hand to the door and turn the knob, pulling it open all the way before I turn back towards the front and continue pulling Jacob through the yard and to the truck. I lift him into the bed of the truck, and shut the door behind him and then wad up the ugly runner and toss it in the trash.
I laugh to myself as I make my way back into the house to get my keys. Jacob thought he would just come here and kill me, as if it was so simple. These people had no idea who they were messing with.