1Disclaimer: dresses up as Stephenie Meyer Of course I own it. After all I am Ms. Meyer. wig gets removed Um...heh...I don't own it! runz away
Edward came over right after I finished breakfast. After I let him in, I said, "Edward? Uh... do you mind if I spend the day with Charlie and my other friends?"
"Of course not, Bella," he murmured.
I thanked him, and when he left, I headed off to La Push to say good-bye to Jake. I thought it would be easier that way. I was wrong, It wouldn't be easy. Jake and I were such good friends that when I pulled up to the little red house...all I could do was sit there. I was sitting there for a couple minutes, staring at the Black residence. Staring at my past...my present for the next few hours...staring at what would never be my future. It made me sad that after today my best friend would become my worst enemy. It hurt so much...
"Bells?" I heard Jake call.
"Jake! When did you get here?"
"I just finished running with the pack. You know, checking to see if everything's alright. That sort of stuff. What're you doing here, Bells?"
"Am I not allowed to spend a few hours with my crazy La Push friends? It's fun hanging out with you and the pack. I just want to enjoy a couple hours here with you," I said, stepping out of my truck.
His face turned so he was leering at me. "You're just here because it's your last day," he sneered.
"That's not true, Jake! That's not true, and you know it!" I shouted, slapping his face hard. (AN: In this story, Bella isn't so breakable. I just feel like making her not breakable, so...yeah...)
He exploded. Quite literally, actually.
Jake morphed into his wolf form and lunged at me. (AN: Also, Jake has a bit of a temper...) I screamed as his claws tore through my torso, bringing the worst pain I've felt in a long time.
Through all the clawing, Jake was suddenly ripped off of me, his face replaced by Sam's. I stared dazedly at Sam, while he told me to hang on, to not fall asleep, just stay...