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Chapter 12
Bella's POV
Previously on 'You Remind Me'
"N'aww…I think it would be better if you were locked up in there with him." He said, his tone light, like he was enjoying my begging and pleading. Probably was, that sick ass bastard. He walked up to me, closer and closer… and with each step I gripped the knife, that I had behind my back tighter, positioning it correctly.
A little bit closer, dick-face. C'mon…see what happens.
…oOo…
Each step he took towards me, my breath would hitch, and my confidence would fade. I was completely oblivious on how I had to do this. I've never planned on killing someone before, but…I had to this. He was killing Edward, and me also. I missed my friends, my family, and I missed my home. I was so stupid for actually trusting this man, and coming into this house. I was the stupid blonde in the scary movies, that always get killed first because she went searching for death. His last step, was so close to me I could feel his breath. I closed my eyes lightly, and breathed in slowly; mentally preparing myself. I opened my eyes and looked into this man's dark, jaded green eyes…and smiled. He looked confused, as to why I was smiling but as soon as the knife came from behind my back he became aware. Like in slow motion… I flung the knife for his lower abdomen - the best place to stab someone - and penetrated him deeply, the butcher knife disappearing into him. He let out a deep groan, his hands instantly going for the knife to pull it out of him.
"Elizabeth." He said traumatized, and shocked. I growled in aggravation.
"How many times do I have to tell you! I'm not Elizabeth!" I yelled as I turned the knife swiftly, and yanked it out. His eyes widened, deep red blood came from his mouth, and then he dropped to his knee's, finally to the floor. I immediately dropped the knife and started to convulse. I let out a scream of horror, and dropped to my knee's.
"I'm a killer!" I screamed out. There was blood everywhere. My hands, arms, shirt, the floor. I searched for Edward. He wasn't here.
"Edward!" I call out to him.
No answer.
"Edward…" I said once more, it coming out a mere whisper. I looked down at the man on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. I stood from my knees and breathed in and out deeply. I crept shakily around the body, and made my way to the stairs. I sat down on the last step, curled my legs up to my torso, and broke down crying. My crying was interrupted by someone else crying out. My eyes widened. Edward? I stood from the step, and followed the crying. It led to sirs bedroom, the door was cracked open. Peeking through the door, I spotted Edward curled up on the bed, gripping a piece of clothing in his hands. I slowly creaked the door open, Edward's puffy pink eyes automatically shot to me. His eyes traveled down my body - not in a sexual, checking me out way.
"Edward?" I whispered loudly. He sat unsteadily up from the bed, and looked the opposite way from me. I sighed, and walked over to him. Once in front of him, I dropped to my knee, slightly between his opened legs. Looking at his broken, red face, I started to sob uncontrollably once more. I felt his hands weave through my blooded hair, in a soothing matter. I leaned into it, instinctively. 'I'm sorry' I would say repeatedly, through my sobs. Without looking up, I hear him let out a sob too, then slide down to the floor in front of me, so he was mirroring my position - both of us on our knees facing each other. He lifted up my face, by the chin. His face was scrunched, into a frustrated expression.
"Don't be sorry." He says. I let out another sob, my tears running into my mouth. He pulled me closer to him, our chests pressed against each others, my face was situated into the crook of his neck. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then finally he pulled away. We both got up from the floor, and stood there.
"What do we do?" I asked, wiping the tears that was left over. Edward closed his eyes, then opened them.
"We find the keys…" he said, limping to the door. I rushed to his side - having a little limp myself - and helped him.
"Do you think the keys are on him?" I asked. Edward, hummed a yes in response.
Charlie's POV
"Chief Swan, we found this house a couple of miles from where we found Bella's truck, the dogs are going crazy. I- I think we found her sir…" relief flooded through my body, as my fellow officer announced the good news over the radio. I pushed the talk button.
"Thank you so much. I'm on my way."
I followed the other officers to this Victorian style looking house, it had an eerie feeling to it, but I ignored it. My daughter was somewhere in that house. We all - my force - surrounded the house. I counted down from 3, and broke the front door open. It landed with a thud on the floor. Immediately my nose was hit with the smell of blood. My eyes widened in horror as I found the cause. I panicked.
"Bella!" I yelled, it echoing through the old dusty house.
Bella's POV
There was a loud crash down stairs, and I was at Edward's side instantly. He couldn't be alive. There was no way. But then I heard it. The most wonderful sound in the world. It was my dad, and he was calling my name. I let out a sob, and dragged Edward faster towards the door, but he was pulling the opposite way.
"Bella!" My name was called again. Edward wouldn't budge.
"C'mon Edward, it's my dad. He's here to save us!" I said, happily. He looked at me hesitantly, then nodded. We limped into the hallway.
"Bella, C'mon baby girl are you here?" I hear him call out again, the sirens out front making my head pound. I laced my fingers through Edward, and stepped forward…at the top of the stairs.
"Daddy?" I said through tears. His eyes shot up to us, and he let out a sob. He rushed up the stairs quickly, scooping me up into a big hug. I gripped onto him for dear life.
"Oh Bells, I was so worried." He cried out, I could feel his tears hit my shirt and soak through. All I could do is cry. We were found, we were safe, and I was home. In my dad's arms I felt at home. Charlie pulled away, and his eyes met Edward's who was now behind me, looking scared. I turned towards him.
"Edward. This is my dad…" I said in whisper. Edward just eyed my dad, obviously terrified.
"It's okay. No-one will hurt you, or me ever again." I said, lacing my hand in his once more. I squeezed it reassuringly, he did the same in return. Charlie just watched are exchange, he then cleared his throat.
"Alright, guys. We need to get you cleaned up, and checked." Charlie said, his professional tone coming back. I nodded, and lightly tugged Edward's hand - telling him to follow. We were getting out of here. Finally.
An: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I hope I didn't disappoint. I know it sounds like the end, but it's not. Please review! Thank you! :D
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