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Bpov
I sat in my car, hands strangling my steering wheel.
I curse myself for being so stupid. I set out on a mission, now I was sitting in the middle of nowhere. The heat alone would kill me if Aro didn't. It dawned on me why this place was called Death Valley. I forced my eyes closes so I could think. The only things I could do is sit and wait.
That is exactly what I found myself doing. I peeled my shirt off because the sweat was causing it to stick to my body, my jeans followed shortly after. I dug around until I found shorts, after slipping them on me was proud that I wore a sports bra today. I pace around the car for hours before I give up and lay across the hood of my car. My eyes drift shut and more painful memories assault me.
Flashback
"Bella, there is no world where running a mile while dressed for a snow storm in Death Valley, is ever consider a good idea" Edward claims.
I look at him and decided there is only one way to get my way, I force my bottom lip out and let my eyes grow by the second. Edward tries to fight it but pretty soon he's laughing at my childness.
"Oh alright! But if we die I blame you." He states.
I don't even bother pointing out the fact that if we die he couldn't blame me. Because we'd be dead."
End of flashback
I was about to remember how I begged Edward to take me home, when I hear a gruff voice ask "Hey darling, do you need a ride?"
I feel vomit rising in my throat. I ball my tiny hands into fists, pushing my nails into my palm.
I stare at the tall and lanky man, I guess he might be in his thirties based on his thinning hair.I want to laugh at him and beat the crap out of him, at the same time.
I am lost and confused, could I really risk being raped or murdered by this clown? Then I realize whoever I get in a car with I have a chance of being raped of murdered. Just as I realize this may be my only escape another car pulls over.
A tall young man steps out of his car. Even though my heart is broken I am still alive and Red-blooded American female and this man's appearance oozed sex. I push my brown bangs out of my eyes and stare at his face. I know without a doubt. I glance him over and notice a tattoo on his right shoulder.
Realization dawns on me.
He couldn't- not from the same tribe...
But deep down I know for a fact that he's headed exactly where I am.
He nods at me and I ask him for a ride and a low innocent voice.
He nods again and after the older man leaves seething with anger Indie and i move my bags into his car.
When are driving down the road, he finally asks where I am going.
When I tell him Forks, Washington I glance at him. I note a small smile creeping up his face.
I decided to ignore him and ball myself into my seat as I fling myself into the burning volcano and memories. The ones that I keep sacred, the moments we were most intimate. I know I might seem a little lost to the stranger in the car, but I send a small 'thank you' for leaving me be.
"So, stranger why are you heading to Forks?" the man next to me ask.
Whatever gratitude I felt towards him was gone.
"To deliver a message," I state.
"Wooh, you sound like the freaking terminator!So what is this message about?" he asks curiously, glancing at me from the side of my eye.
"Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Alice Whitlock, and Rosalie Hale," I state
"WHAT?" he half screams.
He swerves to the side of the road before turning the car off and looking at me.
"The nature of my ...visit...is to deliver a message about them," I explain a little harshly
"I don't care about the rest of them, just tell me about Bella, please" He pleads.
I look him in the eye and I know that I've seen him before, I feel like I can trust him, but I know I can't.
"There is no Isabella anymore," I say as if explain to a preschooler that he killed his cat.
I look into his eyes and notice the humor from when I first saw him was gone. I've never been good with that look. That was the look Edward gave me when I screwed up, even if it was impossible for me to know. I decided to throw him a bone.
"I—She's not dead. Just in major trouble and needs people to believe she's dead." I say.
Then the humor is back.
"Oh, why did you tell me? If Bella might get mad..."He trails off
"She won't be mad," I state firmly
"How do you know?" He asks
"Because," I answer
"Because why?" he pouts
"Because Bella wasn't whoever you thought she was, she had her fair of secrets," I whisper
"All to blame that fucker Cullen, what does he have to do with her now?" He said
I gasp at the mention of Edward, within seconds I'm pissed.
"Don't . . ." I struggle fighting back the sobs.
"Oh god, don't tell me they got married!And you are so defending him!Are you having an Affair with him?"He half shouts
"You know he's got a good taste in girls! How could you mention knowing Bella when you're screwing her asshole of a husband!" he says.
I sit frozen in my seat.
"So tell me, Darling, is little Eddie a big boy?" His voice is sharp, cutting into my heart, right past the walls I built so carefully.
I snap out of my trance when his fist meets the dash board.
I unbuckle my seat and jump out the car. I hear him screaming at me trying to get me to stop.
I reach the trunk trying to grab my bags but he meets me there. I see a gas station maybe a good five miles out, I feel my mind turning, somehow forming a plan with out me knowing, it realized that I'm in trouble, panicking. I grab my purse, knowing it has my wallet in it and any important documents with it, I take off running.
I feel the blood pulsing in my ear and red begins to cloud my vision. I'm mad. I'm running from him for his own safety because if I stayed I knew for a fact he wouldn't have lived.
Just when I think that I'm clear I feel long fingers wrap around my arm.
Shit.
He turns me towards him, his eyes are swimming, confused, he's lost. He doesn't even know why he came after me, but I don't care. My anger towards everyone is coming back and I'm reacting to it.
I pull my knee up hard; I can even hear when my knee meets his crotch. He lets go off me and cups himself as he falls on the ground. I take a step back and trip on my bag. He tries to catch me but I only end up falling on him. He rolls me under him, pinning my arms down and my legs spread too far to knee him again. He stares at to me until he's sure I'm not going to move, and then he closes his eyes to find his words. I use the distraction and flip us back over. My fist meets his nose.
My mind is clouded but I can make one word out: Edward.
My pull my arm back and it meets his right eye.
I reveal another word: La Ppush
My other fist lands on his cheekbone.
Right before I land another punch I remember him.
"Jacob?" I whisper.
His eyes fly open.
I roll off of him.
I land on my back next to him.
I'm panting, not because I'm tired, but I was letting my anger pass.
I remembered him. I laugh, a high pitched uncontrollable laugh.
Soon Jacob's laughing with me.
I know he doesn't remember me, but he's most likely in shock because having his butt kicked by a girl that calls him by his name before laughing like a manic. Tends to scare people. Gosh, I might be a manic!