The Overdose

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers 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:

Storm (acoustic) By: Lifehouse

I know what you are By: Carter Burwell

Chapter 16: You won't hurt her

BPOV

I must have been dreaming again.

There was no way that I could be standing in the same meadow as before except this time was different. I wasn't completely alone with Edward and as I turned around I saw why. Standing a few feet away from me was a wolf with reddish-brown fur. I was between Edward and the wolf with no clue about what was going to happen next. I looked at the wolf who was snarling towards Edward.

"Bella," Edward said his hand outreached towards me when I faced him. "Please come with me."

I would have done anything to go with him, but I could hear the wolf coming closer to me. As I turned around the wolf was no longer there instead Jacob was standing in its place.

"Bella," Jacob said. "Run away from here and don't look back."

"No," I told him. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You leave me no choice," Jacob said. He then looked over at Edward glaring at him. "You know about the treaty."

"Don't you touch her," Edward said.

Jacob charged Edward and before the two met I screamed.

I woke up a little sore and dazed not worrying about my dream any longer. I got out of the bed and went to look in the mirror. I had some cuts on my cheeks and also a nice looking bruise there as well. At least I had the day off from work to recover. I kept thinking about Edward and how he looked when I saw him. He looked as if he was worried but I didn't know why. He told Charlie that the only reason he was outside was because he left his phone in his car. I couldn't imagine what would have happened to me if he never showed up at all. I shook my head getting the images out of it before they could fully develop. I got dressed and headed downstairs to see Charlie before he left. I wondered if he would drive me to the hospital to at least get my truck.

"Morning," I told him as I entered the kitchen. He sat there with his coffee reading the newspaper.

"How are you feeling," he asked me.

"Better," I told him standing against the counter. "What happens next?"

"Well," he started to say. "It could actually go two ways. One would be where Mike would make a plea deal with the distract attorney. The other way would be taking it all the way to trial."

"Really," I said. He already knew what I wanted to talk about. I hoped that he chose to make the deal. I don't think I could tell my side of the story again because that would mean living through the whole ordeal again.

"He would be really stupid if he didn't take the plea deal," Charlie said taking a drink of his coffee. "I mean they have the video from the parking lot and not only your statement. They also got Edward's last night after we left."

"If they have all of that then Mike would be really stupid if he didn't take the deal," I said.

"Let's go get your truck," he said getting up. We were both thinking alike and I liked that. "Under one condition."

"What condition would that be," I asked.

"You drive straight home and stay home for the rest of the day," he said.

"Deal," I told him. I followed him outside and got into the cruiser.

On the drive over to hospital he told me that I should've told him everything. I just sat there and listened to him. Like last night I just nodded my head because I knew that he was right. When we pulled into the parking lot he stopped right behind my truck.

"Call me when you get home," he told me as I got out.

"I will," I told him getting out of the cruiser. "Be safe."

"Always am," he replied. Those four words were the same to us as someone else saying 'I love you'.

He pulled out of the parking lot when I got into my truck. I just sat there putting my head on the steering wheel. I couldn't help but think why did this happen to me? I sat there for a few minutes before starting my truck up. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed on home just like Charlie said. I didn't need for him to get any more upset at me then he already had. I just drove home with a clear mind. I pulled up to the house and parked where I usually did so that Charlie could have his normal parking space. I made sure to call him when I got into the house.

"Chief Swan," I said when someone answered the phone. Like normal they put me on hold for forever and a day.

"Chief Swan," he said when he answered the phone finally.

"I'm home," I told him.

"Good," he replied. "Now stay there and I'll be home after work."

"Alright," I told him. He hung the phone up shortly after and I couldn't believe it. Sometimes when he got in this mood he acted as if I was five years old and not almost twenty-six years old. What to do? I thought since I have the whole day at home and not allowed to leave. I straightened up the living room and kitchen.

*****Ring, Ring, Ring******

"Swan residence," I said when I picked the phone up.

"Bella," a male voice said.

"Speaking," I told whoever it was. "May I ask who is calling?"

"It's Jacob Black," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah Jacob, I'm fine," I told him. Why was he asking me this?

"Your dad called my dad this morning and told him what happened," he said. "So of course you know that dad told me."

"Like you told me our dads gossip like two old women," I told him laughing. He couldn't help but laugh as well. "Really, I'm okay."

"That's good," he said. "Dad said that someone helped you but he wouldn't say who."

"It was Edward Cullen," I told him. There was a moment of silence and I started to think that I said something wrong again.

"No wonder dad didn't say anything," he said finally breaking the silence.

"Not him too," I said. ""He believes the legend to doesn't he."

"He does and I'm starting to believe it as well," he said sternly. "I'll let you go."

"Jacob wait" I told him but he hung the phone up. Something was strange with him on the phone today. I remember talking to him about the cold ones legend day on Thursday. He was laughing about it and then today he tells me that he is starting to believe it.

People around here were acting strange anymore. I mean really it's almost as if there are secrets and no one wants me to know or to even find out. Edward gives me whiplash and now Jacob is throwing his mood swings into the mix. I don't know how much more I can take of this. After the house was straightened, I propped up on the couch with a book to read. I had just gotten to the part in Wuthering Heights were Catherine gets herself hurt at Edgar's house when I heard the doorbell.

"Coming," I yelled getting off the couch. When I made it the door and looked out the window and I was shocked at who it was. Standing outside my house was Alice and another male. He was taller then her, had blonde hair, and also had golden eyes like Alice. "Alice."

"Hi Bella," she said when I opened the door. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I told her. "Would you like to come in?"

"Sure," she said. As she entered she gave me a hug out of the blue. "You smell good. What kind of perfume do you use?"

"I'm not for sure today Alice," I told her. I have never had anyone ask me that before.

"Oh this is Jasper," she said standing beside of him. "It's alright Jasper you won't hurt her. He's afraid that he will hurt you after what happened last night."

"It's cool," I told him. "I'm fine though so that you don't have to worry about that."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said still standing beside Alice.

"We just wanted to see how you are," she started to say. "Edward and Carlisle told us what went on."

"I'm a little sore but alright," I told her. "How is Edward? I didn't get a chance to ask him last night."

"Jazz," Alice said. "I left something in the car. Could you go and get it for me?"

"I'll be right back," he told her. He walked past me and out the door.

"He's the sweetest boy ever," she said beaming with love. "Edward is fine, Mike didn't lay a hand on him. He just wanted you to okay."

"How long have you two been together," I asked her, changing the subject. I didn't want her to think that all I thought about was Edward.

"Just about fours years," she said as he came back in. Jasper had gone to the car to get a floral arrangement that was beyond words. It had roses, Gerber daises, freesias, and lilies. "These are for you. Consider them a get well gift."

"Thank you there beautiful," I told her taking the arrangement from Jasper and placing it on the table. "Please have a seat?"

"We aren't staying that long," she told me. "We just wanted to stop by to see if you were alright and bring you the flowers."

"That was really thoughtful of you," I told her smiling.

"We'll see you around Bella," she said as her and Jasper were walking out the front door.

"Bye," I told them.

Once they left I went back to reading my book, but couldn't hold interest in it. My dream was coming back to me and I was remembering what Jacob told Edward. He said that he knew about a treaty. I remember that there was a treaty in the legend of the cold ones. It couldn't have been the same treaty, there was no possible way. I sat up and headed over to the book case in search of a book. When I first moved here Charlie gave me a book on Indian legends that he picked up at a yard sale. As soon as I found it, I turned to the index to see if the cold ones was in it. It was so I turned to page 286 and started reading.

"The cold ones are immortal, soulless creatures of our time. They have super strength, the ability to run fast, and they drink blood. They never age and always look younger then there are supposed to be. Watch their eyes they change colors depending on if they feed or not."

It had me thinking about everything that had happened over the past week. Especially with Edward and his actions. I thought back to Tuesday when he threw Mike into the hallway. Mike had at least a good fifty to sixty pounds on Edward and that all couldn't be adrenaline. His eyes when we first met were black as coal and then the next day they were the color of golden amber. He couldn't really be one of them could he? Sure some of the things in the legend he displayed but it just didn't make sense. My head was telling me to believe it all. My heart was telling me a different story. In a way I was falling for him, and it didn't matter anymore. I wanted to take the plunge with him.

I put the book back on the bookshelf and went up to my room. I collapsed on the bed pleasantly wanting to dream about Edward.

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I wanted to make a short chapter in Bella's point of view about the day after and her trying to connect the dots.

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