CHAPTER 12
My head hit the blacktop with a sickening smack. The thing, which was obviously a person, or an alien, you never know these days. It pulled me behind the truck, out of sight of prying eyes. My head throbbed, and I blinked my eyes open to see an unclear face. I focused then groaned. Angel.
He wasn't going to wait for me to get up, and feel better. He punched me in the face first. A welcoming hello, I'm sure.
"Better watch out for your boyfriend tonight." He whispered in my ear. What the hell did that mean?
"Which one?" I retorted groggily, as I struggled to my knees. He showed a surprised look, then It was replaced with a sneer.
"You wish you had more than one." I lunged at him, knocking him backwards. I straddled him, pulling my knife out of my boot with one hand, and wrapping my other around his throat. He looked from my face, to my knife and back again.
"You gonna do it then? You couldn't if you tried. Know why? Because you're weak. You'll always be-" My fist hitting his jaw cut off his sentence. I stood up as tears stung my eyes. Damn human emotions. I glanced to the sky, then back at him.
"Sun's coming out soon. Better get moving." I said smugly. Angel got to his feet.
"This isn't finished. I'll be seeing you again."
"Count on it." Our eyes held each other's gaze, Then he turned and moved along the cars, across the street and into the woods. I relaxed and shook my arms out, as if to shake off the tension. As I turned back to my truck, I saw someone looking directly at me.
Edward. Shit.
My mind was racing as I drove home in a hurry. I wasn't even aware how fast I was going until I almost mulled over a pedestrian. I slammed on my brakes. They shouted at me angrily.
"The hit's just keep on coming!" I growled in frustration. I slowed down and pushed all thoughts out of my head until I got safely home. The door was locked but I kicked it open, breaking the stupid lock. I'd have to explain that one to Charlie. Who cared?
I took the stairs two at a time to my room, and threw my backpack onto my bed. I started pacing furiously. I needed to think. Questions were flying through my head. Did Cullen see what happened? How much? Did he see Angel? Did he see us hit each other? I hit much better of course. I got rid of that last thought. Unimportant. I was shaking my hands trying to calm down. "Oh my God, what the hell am I gonna do!" I shouted, kicking my dressed hard.
I flopped into my desk chair, head in my hands, elbows on the knees. Damn. I was dead, if he knew what I was. A thought crossed my mind. Maybe he was just staring at me after Angel had left. 'Cause you know he seems to have that problem a lot lately. Suddenly I heard the door open then close.
"Bell, you home?" he shouted up the stairs.
"Yeah! In my room!" I shouted back. His footsteps were on the stairs. The door opened and he stood there.
"The door?" he inquired raising an eyebrow. Oops.
"Oh. Uh, I forgot my key." I lied
"So you broke the lock?"
"Sorry." He rolled his eyes and shrugged it off. "I'll fix it." I promised. His mood changed instantly.
"How about I get us some pizza?" I smiled at the thought
"Yeah, that sounds great."
"Kay, I'll order. How was your day?" Oh wouldn't you like to know, I thought.
"Fine. I'm gonna go take a shower." He nodded and closed the door. It was then when I remembered. I bounded to my feet and yanked open the door. "Dad! Wait!" He stopped on the stairs and looked back at me. I put on a sympathetic face. "I'm sorry but I just remembered that I'm going out tonight."
"With who?" An eyebrow arched in question.
"Um, mike Newton." He nodded.
"Nice kid. So a rain check on that pizza?"
"Yeah, sorry. I just kind of remembered."
He chuckled. "Not really the sort of thing that a girl would forget about."
"Yeah, well…" I shrugged. "He'll be here around five. I think." He laughed again.
"You think?" He shook his head. "I see that this isn't really the most important thing on your mind, Bell." He started back down the stairs. "It's good to see you getting out."
"Uh, huh." I agreed, then turned back into my room.
Forget about the shower. I can't believe that I forgot about that! I looked at the clothes in my closet. It held an unusual variety. One side normal jeans, tanks, and tees. The other…black. Leather coats and pants. Black tanks and snug fitting muscle tees. Huh. Skip that side. I grabbed my most fashionable pair of jeans and a semi- sexy halter-top. I hoped that we weren't going anywhere fancy. When that thought crossed my, I laughed aloud. Fancy and Forks went together as well as peanut butter and sushi.