A/N I now have a poll up that will affect the whole story. Voting will be closed October 18. Something you need to know about Christopher Damien Lee Douglas and Bella. Bella calls him one of his four names she doesn't realize this but when he was being very gentlemanly and Edward-like she called him Christopher. When he goofed off and acted very Emmett-like she called him Damien. When he was being very compassionate and caring, Jasper-like, she called him Lee. Now she doesn't connect the Cullen's with his four names that's just something to help you understand. See he's all our favorite Cullen's rolled into one!
Ch.7
Hurting
BPOV
"Bella, what is Jacob?" Edward asked. I winced at the name even though I tried not to. I immediately knew what he meant and answered him, "He's a werewolf. Well, actually from what I've read more like shape-shifters but, they call themselves werewolves."
"He doesn't know I know it's supposed to be a secret. I saw him change one time after a…encounter." I trusted them but not enough to tell them everything he did, not yet at least. Then I thought about something, if Carlisle did that examine he would figure out everything. I scanned my mind for something to tell them so they wouldn't want me here. Jacob may have hurt me beyond belief but if they sent him to jail too many others would be at risk of Jacobs' temper. If they found out the extent of my injuries they would send him to jail.
Carlisle chose that moment to walk in, "Bella, I'm ready." I freaked out, "Jacob will come. He'll kill all of you for taking me. He thinks I'm his imprint." Tears burned behind my eyes. I knew I would have to leave soon, and quickly. I knew he would kill them, I didn't doubt it for a second. In my mind I was going to be examined so it would through Alice off. I stood up walking towards Carlisle who was closest to the door and Jasper said, "There's no reason to be scared."
If only he knew. My Lee would know, he would understand. I started to become hopeful then remembered He's gone. A physical pain ripped through my chest at the memories. I fought the flashback but lost.
Flashback
I was in my truck, sobbing. Charlie had finally taken everything from me. No that wasn't true I still had Jacob. He approved of Jacob because of Billy.
I heard a light tap on the passenger's side window. I jumped and hit my head on the steering wheel. "Ow!" I peered out my window and didn't see anything.
I rolled over onto my side in the long bench seat and using my jacket as a pillow tried to catch some sleep.
Suddenly the door opened and a gust of cold air shot up my leg. I sat up and looked at the person who had opened the locked door. Before I could speak he said, "Good idea Victoria. She's petrified. Laurent you may do the honors."
Then I heard I high pitched cat-like voice screech, "James don't you dare kill her I want to." Before what she said registered in my brain I felt a cold, hard object hit my head. I saw stars for a second before everything went black, wonderfully black.
End flashback
I looked up from my trance and noticed everyone gawking at me. I, of course, blushed profusely and asked, "Uh what are you looking at?" This seemed to snap them out of it and Edward said, "You looked just like Alice when she has a vision. What were you seeing?" My mind snapped back to my previous conundrum. "Nothing," I answered. Carlisle said, "Follow me." and I did the first thing I thought of, I ran. I didn't even stop to look behind me to see if they would follow.
I knew they could catch me if they wanted to but I hoped they didn't want to.For the sake of there lives I hoped and prayed they wouldn't follow. I ran until my vision was so blurry, with tears, I had to stop. I cried for me. I cried because they had wanted to help me and I ran from them. I cried because I was going back to Jacob, who I wanted to get away from for so long. I fell onto the ground, no longer able to hold myself up. I was no longer crying, I was sobbing.
I was heaving through my tears just trying to get much needed oxygen to my, now sore.muscles. I had to start running again but I couldn't breathe right to do so. I was somewhere near the main road, I could hitch a ride back to La Push if I could just get up, but my muscles wouldn't comply with my demand so I just sobbed harder.
Then, without warning, a pair of huge, hot arms picked me up from the ground, where I sat still trying to catch my breath.
A/N Ok, is fifty five reviews too much this week? I need to set it high since I might not update for a while and need some inspiration.