The Overdose

Disclaimer: Stephenie Myers owns all Twilight and the Characters

I just wanted to see what would happen if Bella and Edward met later in life

Song(s) for the Chapter:

Breathe Me By: Sia

Chapter 7: Fresh Air

BPOV

I didn't have to stand in the parking lot to long as I waited for Charlie. I thought about my first day, and how I could have made it better. I just didn't understand Edward's actions towards me. I wanted to cry and knew that it was probably best if I waited until I got home or Charlie would ask questions.

Push that aside Bella, Charlie is pulling up. Smile, be happy and let him know that everything is okay. I had this going through my mind I wanted him to know that everything was fine.

"How was your day," Charlie asked as I got in the police cruiser.

"It was good," I told him. I really didn't want to lie to him, but I also didn't want him the know the truth either.

"That's good," he said. "About the truck, I called a garage and they will pick it up tomorrow. So I will have to bring you to work for the next few days."

"What garage is it," I asked. I missed my truck and never liked arriving anywhere in Charlie's police cruiser.

"It's Black and Call's Garage down in La Push," he said looking straight out the window. La Push was the Indian Reservation that was about fifteen minutes from Forks, but when he said the name Black it sounded like a name that I had heard before.

"Black as in Billy Black," I asked him. If it was Billy then I remembered the name well. Charlie had some fishing buddies down in La Push and Billy was one of them. I remembered that when I first moved here, Charlie would go fishing every weekend down in La Push.

"Yea, that's the one," he said. "It's his son Jacob, and Jacob's friend Embry. They've been open only a few months but the garage is always full."

"Great dad, thanks," I told him. We were the near the house and I had a few ideas of what to make for dinner. "What do you to eat tonight?"

"Bells, I kind of order pizza already," he said. "You just got home, and haven't even finished unpacking. So you are off kitchen duty for the night, to get things in order."

"Okay," I told him. I had to tell him the next thing before it slipped my mind. "Dad, thanks for the pictures in office. That was great, and made my new office more welcoming."

"You deserved it Bells," he told me. "I thought that would help make your day easier."

"It helped," I said as we pulled up in front of the house. It was a simple two bedroom house, that Charlie has lived in since I was baby. Before we got all the way in the house, Charlie's pizza had arrived. I went in and hung my lab coat up on the coat rack, while Charlie dealt with the delivery guy.

"Do you not want to eat," Charlie asked. He had just came in, hung his gun up and was going into the kitchen to get a plate.

"I'm not hungry," I replied. "I have a couple of things that I want to get done ."

"Okay," he said as he turned on the game. What would Charlie do if there wasn't some sort of game on.

I walked up the stairs and turned left into my room, there were boxes stacked in a corner of it. I walked over and looked out my window and saw the evening sky starting to form. It was a beautiful evening sky with hints of red, orange, and purple in it. I looked over at the stack boxes and back out the window. I changed into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, threw my hair up into a ponytail and put my sneakers on. The unpacking could wait a while, I needed to go out and get some fresh air. There was a little wooded area behind the house that I would usually walk when I've had a bad day.

"I'm going out for a walk dad," I told him as I went out the door.

"Be careful, Bells." I heard him say.

I knew the wooded area pretty good by now. When I first moved out here I was wondering through it at least four times a week. That first month here was rough for me, I missed Phoenix and wasn't used to all the rain. I had probably walked about two hundred yards before coming to a certain tree. It was an old oak tree that's branches twisted in different directions. I reached up about three inches above my head into a "cubby hole" and pulled a box out. It was and old metal Stars Wars lunch box that I picked at a yard sale, and weatherproofed. This was my "forget it" box, I would right down the things that went wrong and place them in the box. I opened to box to find my journal was still in the zip lock bag.

I sat down on a tree stump, and pulled the journal out. I started flipping through the pages and seeing all that was written. I saw where I wrote about hating Forks, and wishing that I could go home. There were times where I had written because Mike had gotten on my nerves at school. Then there were the times where I just had a bad day and needed to forget it. Today was no different, I needed to forget about today. In the bottom of the bag, there was a pen that I prayed still worked. I pulled it out and was relieved that it stilled worked as I wrote today's date.

Today didn't go as well as I had planned or hoped for. My morning started off great until my truck wouldn't start. Now I have to ride with Charlie to and from work for a few days. The ride over to the hospital this morning wasn't so bad Mr. Webber took me and told me about Dr. Crowe's retirement. When I got to hospital I met his replacement Dr. Carlisle Cullen, who seems as nice as can be. I noticed that my day took another bad turn when not only did I see and have lunch with Jessica. I saw Mike and Lauren working at the hospital as well, so it was a mini class reunion.

I had to stop writing for a minute and try to force myself to write the next little bit. I knew that I would feel better if it was out.

Besides seeing the three of them, I met three other people. There was Seth and Mary who were my new techs and seem nice. Then there was "him", Dr. Edward Cullen. He didn't speak to me, but did stare at me with a cold expression. It wasn't the fact that he stared at me that made my day awful. It was the fact that he told me that I "never should have come back". Those were the words that made it awful.

I wiped the tears coming down my face off with the bottom of my t-shirt. I never knew that I would let this upset me this much. I needed to get it out of my system. I was determined to figure out what his problem was with me. I didn't care if I had to corner him and demand an answer. I closed my journal, put that and the pen back into the zip lock bag, and put all of it back into the lunch box. I got up from the tree stump and put it back into my "cubby hole". I turned around and headed back towards the house.

EPOV

"Come on, man," Emmett said.

Man I hope we hunt soon. Edward's gone completely mental.

"Emmett shut up," I told him.

I hadn't slowed down since we pulled out of the hospital parking lot. I needed to get away from her as fast as I could. I had gotten to the hunting ground and was hating myself for not hunting earlier. Emmett was the first out the car and took off like a bat out hell. I sat in the car a little longer, and grabbed my phone.

"Yell-o," I heard Eric say.

"Hey Eric, it's Edward," I told him. I needed a good excuse and if I played my cards right then I will get what I want.

"What's up Edward," he said in a geeky tone. This was Eric I was telling myself.

"Can we switch shifts for the next week starting tomorrow," I told him. "Something's come up at home and I need to work nights."

"Yeah," he said. "Hope that everything is ok."

"Thanks," I said relieved. I hung up the phone before anymore could be said. I put my head against the head rest and closed my eyes. I needed to get her out of mind. I needed to forget those eyes that looked liked melting chocolate. I gave up on that and headed out of the car. The fresh air hit me, and it was a feeling of excitement to be able to smell that rather then her scent. I took off into the woods to let loose and hunt.

Man, that is so much better. I could do this everyday. Now, I wonder if its ok, to talk to Edward about why we left early.

I heard him loud and clear. We were both sitting at the bases of some trees, after we finished hunting. I knew that I would have to tell him eventually, but also to the rest of the family. Better get it over with, because we will have to go back soon.

"I said something to Chief's daughter," I started with. Why should he have to ask first when I already knew what he thinking.

"What did you say," he said.

"I told her that she should have never came back to Forks," I said as I watched his expression. He went from being happy because we were hunting, to looking pissed off.

What the hell were you thinking. That's the chief's daughter and what do you do.

"I already know what you're thinking," I told him. "I wasn't thinking, she was so close. It was either that or kill her. What would you prefer?"

"I don't care you could have just walked out," he responded.

I at least wouldn't have told her that. Hey he can do whatever he wants.

"Let's go," I told him as I started walking towards the car.

When we both got in the car I picked up my phone and noticed that I had a missed call. It could have been Alice, but it wasn't her at all. Instead it was Mr. Webber who called and left a message. I dialed my voice mail and listened to the message.

"Edward, this is Mr. Webber I talked to Bella this afternoon," he was saying. Great she rated me out and I had lost my job. "She said that you left early, because something came up at home. Please give me a call."

She didn't rat me out, but instead covered for me. She could've had me fired because of what I said, but she didn't. There was so much to learn about her, I would have to find out. First, I had to call Mr. Webber and tell him that Eric and I have switched shifts for a the next week. So I grabbed my phone and called him in return but like him I had to leave a message.

"Mr. Webber this is Edward Cullen I'm sorry that I left early. I am glad that Bella told you and sorry that I didn't call until now. Everything is ok, but I do have to switch shifts with Eric for the next week. Thank you." I said in the message.

"That was the biggest bunch of bull that I have ever heard come out of your mouth," Emmett told me.

"Stay out of it," I told him.

I started the car and like before floored it back onto the highway. We were closing in on Forks before anything else was said. I now needed to know why. Why did she cover for me like that? I needed to go up to her house and see for myself if I can find a clue as to why. I was at the base of our drive-way when I looked over at Emmett.

"Get out," I told him.

Now what's his problem.

"I have some things that I need to care of," I said. "Tell them not to worry."

"Fine," he said as he got out.

It's his life he can screw it up any which way he wants.

"I heard that," I yelled at him. I pulled at and didn't look back as Emmett took off running to the house.

BPOV

"I'm back," I told Charlie.

But there was no response from him. I looked into the living room and noticed that he was asleep on the couch. I took the blanket that was on the back of the recliner and covered him up with it. Before going up the stairs I put the remainder of the pizza in the fridge and washed his plate off. When I made it back into my room I took one of the boxes off the stack. It was rather light and I knew what it was. It contained photo albums, and the camera that Charlie gave me as a birthday gift my senior year. There were so many memories packed into such a little box, this would be the easiest box to unpack from Tennessee. The other boxes contained text books, papers that I had written over the past four years, and clothes. I would have to unpack the boxes that contained the clothes, I needed something out of them. For the next hour or so I went through one box at a time. I was able to find what I was looking for in the boxes. I still could shake Edward from my mind. Why was I letting this bother me the way it was. I gave up with two boxes left to unpack, to go and take a shower.

As I stood under the hot water, I broke down again and cried. I couldn't help it. I have never had anyone speak to me like that. I was determined to get it all out before I went to bed. After a couple of minutes I stopped crying and got out of the shower. I decided that I needed to go to bed early to end this awful day. I turned off all the lights, and curled up under the blankets.

****Sorry that it has taken a couple of days to post Chapter 7, my little brother just graduated from college. My whole family was in and it was hectic to get any writing done.*****

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