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Prologue
Beaten why for? Can't take much more. (Here we go here we go) One-Nothing wrong with me. Two-nothing wrong with me. Three-Nothing wrong with me. One-Something's got to give. Two-Something's got to give. Three-Something's got to give. Now.
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor.
—Drowning Pool.
Chapter Fifteen: Bodies (Let the Bodies Hit the Floor)
Bella's Point of View
It was the day of the dreaded event—my birthday. To me, it was like Friday the Thirteenth. One-I hated my birthday, because it meant more attention, and I hate attention with a passion. Two-For some reason, things always seemed to go horribly wrong one way or another on my birthday. But then, I am Bella Swan, which means that everything that can go wrong does go wrong anyways, birthday or not, so it was probably just me.
I groaned, rolling over to take a look at the clock on my bedside table. Six in the morning. Beautiful. I am not a morning person.
Sadly, it would seem that Rose and Alice, the girls from that diner outing earlier in the week, were morning people. Like I said, Lady Luck hates me.
"Bella! Get up get up get up get up get up get up get—" I growled, throwing my pillow at the general direction of the annoying pixie voice. Then, there was a loud clanging in my ear, and Emmett was singing, well, more like bellowing the song, "I love you, you love me!" from Barney right in my face.
That definitely got me up.
This day officially sucked.
Edward's Point of View
Why am I doing this again? I thought to myself as I wandered the aisles of Staples looking for something to give to Bella. Well, it wasn't just something, I knew what I was giving her already, I just hoped that it wouldn't backfire on me like everything lately had seemed to be doing. I still hadn't gotten her notebook back for her, and now I would have to wait until Monday to do so.
Finally, I found what I was looking for, and, after paying, I headed back down the route to my house to get ready for this shindig.
Bella's Point of View
It was 8 o'clock p.m., and Alice and Rose had just finished playing Bella Barbie with me. It was the longest fourteen hours of my entire life. Yes, you heard me right. Fourteen hours. Outrageous, I know, but in the end, I looked pretty good.
Alice and Rosalie and dressed me in a black and white pinstripe corset-top, with a pair of red skinny jeans and XX-high black converse. Then, it was makeup time. When they were finished, I looked cool, with black eye makeup and red lipstick. My face was extra-pale, and they had painted my nails black with red tips. Luckily, I somehow managed to hide my wrists from them the entire time, and they gave me black metal wrist cuffs that covered them completely.
I just hoped that they all didn't go over the top with my birthday plans, but we are talking about the two most dangerous people on the planet; Alice and Emmett. Knowing them, they probably had done everything I had told them not to do, but oh well, I guess there was really nothing I could do about it at this stage of the game.
However, despite the fact that I looked good, and everyone was being really nice to me, inside I felt just as horrible as I had the night I had 'broken' Edward's little heart. But, judging from the fact that he was now onto what, the fifth girlfriend all within the course of four or five days, I was beginning to think that he had simply been playing me, that everything was all a lie. Of course, it was now easier to believe, in fact, hard not to believe this, because of what he had done to me. He had taken away my one sanctuary, and ruined it completely. Three of my poems had been published in the school newspaper, and no one had figured out who's diary it was.
I sighed, not allowing myself to cry over it. You'll ruin your makeup, and be forced to face the wrath of Alice, I reminded myself.
So, hopping into Emmett's jeep, I found the determination to enjoy this night, no matter what happened.
When we arrived at the 'diner' as Emmett had so convincingly codenamed my party, my jaw dropped.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have ever prepared me for this. We were parked in front of a huge, beautiful Victorian Mansion.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Alice announced dramatically, bowing as we opened the Jeep doors and stepped from the car. If I was not already awed, I was now.
"Th-This is your home?!" I squeaked pathetically. She only laughed, nodding eagerly as she lead me down the stone path. It was amazing.
The pathway we were walking on was long, lit by candles on each side. But that was not the most amazing thing about the walkway. Because the candles were actually floating in six-inch wide pools that lined the entire path, making it look unearthly.
"Isn't it cool? My mother somehow found somebody that agreed to do this, I don't know how in the world they managed it, but they did!" Alice giggled, catching my awed expression.
I nodded, and she kept on rambling about something I could not be bothered with, as I was now preoccupied by the rest of the property. The steps that led to the porch were strung with an array of purple and red Christmas lights, and in each of the many windows, you could see strobe lights and such from the party inside.
"If you think that's awesome, wait until you get a look at the inside," Emmett boomed, laughing at my face.
He was right. What I assumed was once a huge living room was turned into a dance floor, and the dining room through the double doors was a dimly lit bar. "Non-alcoholic," Alice quickly shouted, leading me through another doorway. I couldn't help the dreamy smile that filled my face as I followed her out into her back yard. There was a waterfall that lead into a rectangular lap-pool, also lit by candles, and a beautiful patio surrounded by all sorts of lights and exotic plants.
"Isn't it like a real club?!" Emmett shouted above the music. I nodded, and quickly left him and Alice to go back inside and hide in the conspicuous bar.
But as soon as I sat down, "Kids," by MGMT started to play, and I couldn't help but run out to the living room-turned-dance-floor to move my body to the music.
You were a child, crawling on you knees towards it.
Making mama so proud, but your voice was too loud.
We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants, no time to think of consequences.
Control yourself, take only what you need from it. A family of trees wanting, to be haunted.
All of a sudden, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I came face to face with a tall, attractive boy that had tan skin, beautiful eyes, and a contagious smile, which I returned warmly. "Who are you?" I yelled above the music.
He smiled, and bent down to whisper in my ear, "My name's Jacob! You must be the birthday girl! Want to dance with me?"
Edward's Point of View
I arrived at Alice's house for Bella's party an hour late. According to a text from Emmett, they had been there for about a half an hour when I got there. I sighed, entering the house.
I honestly couldn't figure out why exactly I had even agreed to going to this thing, anyways. I mean, Bella hated me for everything that had happened all in the course of five days, so she most likely didn't want me here.
But I needed to give her my gift, at least. It was meant to be more of a peace offering than anything else, one that I knew already would be totally futile. But I had to at least try. That way, it wouldn't be my fault that we still hadn't gotten any closure. I think.
I soon found, however, that I had my work cut out for me. Even after searching the living room, dining room, and backyard about ten hundred times, I still had yet to even catch one tiny glimpse of her. Where the hell was she? I mean, unless she was upstairs for some reason…
It suddenly all made sense. Of course she was upstairs. Bella hated attention in any shape or form, if it were directed at her. So she must have been hiding where she would have a smaller chance of being found by anybody.
I made my way through the crush of dancing bodies, and fought my way up the crowded stairs, earning quite a few nasty looks along the way from the people I shoved out of my path when they wouldn't move. Right about then, I could honestly care less about them, though.
I finally broke through the mess of people, and began to walk slowly down the hallway, straining to listen for any sign of her. I had just about lost hop when I heard it.
No. Please no.
I opened the door to the last bedroom.
I had found Bella finally. And I wished that I hadn't. Seeing red, I slammed the door all the way open, and as I walked, enraged, closer to saving her, only one thought crossed my mind, over and over like some psychotic mantra.
I am going to kill Jacob Black. I swear, if it's the last thing I do.
Author's Note:
Ha ha! Minor cliffy! Well, not really, we all basically know what's going on, it's just a matter of to what extent really. I would tell you not to worry, but that would be no fun, now would it? You probably won't be on your toes for very long, hopefully Ill finish chapter sixteen tonight and get it out to you all within a few hours or so. Anyways, please please review!! I am begging you, like I do at the end of every chapter basically! I want to reach a hundred within the next fifteen chapters! (and yes, I do in fact plan on writing that many, maybe more, but I don't know yet.)
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Also, for those of you who are fans of Miss Congeniality, I am sorry to say that I don't know when exactly I will be updating again, I will add it on the top of my hiatus list, which I will be adding to my pro soon. Again, I am really, truly sorry, I am just so wrapped up in WHN, I sort of got a writer's block when it comes to Miss Congeniality. Sorry if you hate me for it.
PEACE! I love you all!
Norah : P (Now I'm going to go write the next chapter, instead of rambling on about nothing!)