CHAPTER THREE: Incident
"Hey Bells, you want me to answer the phone or let the machine get it?" Jacob asked.
"Go ahead and answer it please Jake. It's probably Charlie and you know how he gets if he doesn't hear from me often enough," I groaned. My father was so funny that way though, still so protective in his own way, even though I'm not a kid anymore and off living on my own, with Jacob of course. It was still early and we were still in bed sleeping when Charlie called.
So Jacob answered the phone since he was closer to it "Hey Charlie, how's it going?" apparently I was correct about who was calling. And then a few seconds later "Sure, she's right here," and then he handed the phone over to me.
"Hello," I greeted my father.
"Hey Bells, just calling to say hi and see what's new," Charlie replied nonchalantly. "You know, making sure you hadn't forgotten your old man."
"Oh you know I would never forget you, I mean come on, you're way too much of a pain in my neck to ever forget," I said jokingly in response.
"Well, anyhow, I thought maybe we could all get together for dinner sometime soon, like old times you know?" he inquired, his voice hopeful.
"Of course we can, when is a good time for you? We'll be there for sure," I declared.
"How 'bout this weekend, er, Saturday good for you?" he asked.
I didn't have any plans Saturday that I could think of. Besides, I hadn't cooked dinner for Charlie in quite some time and I was concerned about his poor eating habits taking a toll anyway, so I agreed with him, "Sure, Saturday sounds great. How does five o' clock sound?"
Never a man of many words, he was all too happy to get off the phone quickly, never mind the fact that he was the one who called me, it was just his way. "Okay kid, see you five o' clock, Saturday, my place. Bye."
"Okay, see you then, bye," I replied and hung up the phone.
As I was off in my own world contemplating what I would make for dinner on Saturday, Jacob grabbed me and pulled me in close to give me a soft, sweet and passionate kiss. "Mmmmmm, I don't think I ever want to get out of bed now Jake," I said and smiled devilishly at him, "can we just stay here all day?" I pleaded.
So he kissed me again, though this time was a quicker kiss, less passionate than consoling. "Well Bells," he answered apologetically, "You know I wish we could, but I gotta get up and go to the garage to work on a car I'm fixing up for a friend of my dad." He gave me a longing look and I could tell he really did wish we could lay here together all day. "Sure, staying in bed with you is the more....oh I dunno, tempting option," he said with a sly smile. "But I gotta make the money somehow, to this point I haven't found a way to make it grow on trees," he joked, and then he gave me a quick peck on the forehead and got up out of bed in a flash.
"Aw Jacob, please?" I pouted and shot him a come hither look to try to tempt him back in between the sheets with me, but he wasn't having it. He just winked at me and headed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall.
Oh, I hated to see him go but I sure loved watching him walk away. I mentioned before that Jacob wasn't much for clothing. In fact if he could get away without having to wear it ever I think he just might go that route. Well lucky for me, he has that option to not wear it at home since we lived in our own little house on the reservation for the time being. His crazy gorgeous abs were just the beginning of his amazing body. He stood about 6'4" tall and of course he has that perfect russet complexion without a blemish on his skin. His back and shoulder muscles rippled when he walked and his perfect line of definition down his back along his spine led straight to his muscular behind, which by the way was also of perfect blemish free russet complexion.
I whined to myself in pity that he had to get up but then I figured I might as well get out of bed myself since I was so wide awake and he wasn't in here with me anymore. As I tossed the covers aside and began to sit up I had the strangest sensation....a crazy feeling that seemed like some sort of flashback. I was in a meadow with the vampire, Edward, from my crazy dream, and we were laying next to each other on the grass staring into each others' eyes. It flashed before my eyes and then was gone just as quickly as it arrived. I shook my head, slightly bewildered, and blinked my eyes repeatedly. What the heck was that? I thought to myself, but then I just brushed it off. Must have been some memory of part of the dream. Oh well, didn't matter anyway. Dreams can just be a little weird and disconcerting sometimes I guess. So I ambled myself up to get dressed and just threw on some jeans and a random t-shirt.
"Hey baby," I called to Jacob, but got no response. Then I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He was in the shower, duh, I should have figured. I made my way down the hall and was heading into the kitchen when I thought I heard the sound of the sliding door being closed, so I cautiously peeked around the corner towards the door but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Well that's odd, I thought to myself and walked up to the door. I slid it open and in my bare feet stepped out onto the porch and scanned the front yard and down the street for anyone that might be out there but there was nothing, absolutely nobody. I stayed out there for a few minutes and continued to glance around for any sign of movement anywhere but it was totally quiet except for the sound of random cars in the distance and a few chirping birds. Staring out at the front lawn, I thought I noticed some blades of grass springing upward as if there had recently been something, or perhaps someone walking on the grass, but I chalked it up to my tendency for paranoia. I'm sure it's nothing, I convinced myself and went back inside.
When I walked back into the kitchen, Jacob was there, a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets still glistening on his bare chest, arms and back. "Hey Bells," he said with a confused look on his face. "Whatcha been doin' out there?"
"Oh nothing," I retorted. "I just thought I heard something is all. I could have sworn I heard the door closing when I was heading in here but I must have been hearing things, it's no big deal."
"Okay honey, I'm gonna get dressed and head to the garage then," he stated. Then he paused for a second and added as an afterthought, "Are you sure everything's okay though? You seem a little spooked."
"No I'm alright Jake. It's fine, I promise," I assured him. "Do you want anything for breakfast though? You must be hungry! Maybe some sausage, eggs and hashbrowns?" I offered.
"Y'know, that sounds great Bells, thanks! I am a bit starved now that you mention it," Jacob accepted graciously.
"Well good, then you go ahead and get dressed while I whip that up for you," I suggested as I looked at him adoringly.
As he headed back to the bedroom I got the contents I would need out of the fridge and cabinets to make breakfast. Oh crap, I thought to myself, I need to refill the salt and pepper shakers! I grabbed my stepladder I kept in the kitchen for times like these when I didn't have statuesque Jacob around to get stuff for me that was out of my reach. I stepped on the little stool and extended my arm up towards the containers of salt and pepper but the plastic legs of the stool bent slightly causing me to lose my balance and tip over. I tried to catch myself by grabbing the counter but it was too late. I was toppling towards the floor head first. I could tell this would not be good, damn clumsy me. I began to scream and then I heard a loud THUD as my head made contact with the hard tile of the kitchen floor. I could feel the blood trickling down my forehead and then my vision got blurry until it turned completely black. I could vaguely hear Jacob yelling down the hallway "Bella?!" in an urgent and concerned voice as I spiraled into unconsciousness.
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