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I hung my jacket on the small coat rack as soon as I was inside. My boots made a sloshing noise as I walked over to the closet. The phone rang only a second later.
"Bella?" I recognized Charlie's hoarse voice.
"Yeah Dad?" Please don't make me cook dinner.
"Bells I'm gunna be out a little later tonight. All the boys are headed over to the pub…." He waited for me to answer.
"Oh that's fine Dad, I'm actually going out tonight with those kids I was telling you about, the ones I eat lunch with." There was a pause on the other end.
"Well that's great Bells! Alright well you come back as late as you like. But I gotta go now, the boys get a little hostile when they're hungry. See you at home.
"By-." My goodbye was cut short by a small click. Charlie had already hung up.
Out of boredom I stared at the clock. Ten to five. I decided I might as well start getting ready. I pulled open my tiny closet doors and looked through my small wardrobe. I started wishing that I had at least packed a few extra shirts. Sure they may not be much good by themselves but throw a sweater over top and it was definitely Forks appropriate. Oh well, no one really gets dressed up for the movies anyways. I decided to keep the jeans I was wearing but switch the shirt for a long back one my mother had bought me last Christmas. I went into the bathroom and ran a comb through my hair a couple times. I opened my toiletries bag for some moisturizer when a small black stick fell on to the floor. Mascara. We had a very hot and cold relationship mascara and I. Sometimes it wanted to give me full eyelashes, some times it wanted to give me three. I squinted my eyes and stared at the mascara, wondering whether or not it was wise to make the choice. I hadn't worn any makeup since I'd come to Forks and no one has complained yet. I looked at the clock. Six. I still had time. I picked up the intimidating tube and carefully pulled out the brush. I noticed some clumps of black concoction stuck all around the tips. Well, it was pretty old. I removed the black clumps and wiped off some mascara around the rims of the tube. I knew one thing and only one thing about makeup and that was too much mascara equals clumpy lashes. Once I felt confident enough, I pulled the brush up to my right eye, held the brush up to my lashes and blinked. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, scared of the catastrophe I had created. I quickly opened one eye and stared in the mirror. To my delight my lashes looked full and the job looked perfect, besides the mascara I had gotten on my eyebrow but that was an easy fix. I heard the phone ring and ran downstairs to pick it up.
"Hello?" I gasped out of breath.
"Hey, Bella? You sound like you just ran the Boston Marathon." Mike laughed on the other end and I decided it was polite to pretend to laugh with him.
"Well we're coming in about fifteen minutes alright, so just be ready."
"O, alright well I better go then, see you in a few." I quickly hung up the phone and ran upstairs to finish what I started.
This process of course could not be rushed. It was in my case a delicate procedure. Luckily the job was completely successfully, after what I was sure was ten minutes.
I grabbed my old, rarely used, purse and went downstairs to wait for everyone to show up. Two minutes passed before I saw headlights pulling in to the driveway. I walked out side to see a dark blue mini van. I slid open the door and climbed in to the first available seat. The car was full and everyone was in an interesting conversation with someone else. Mike looked back and smiled at me from the front seat before pulling out of the driveway.
The drive to Port Angeles was about fifteen minutes. I barely recognized the small town as we pulled up to it. It had really developed in to quite the tourist trap since I'd last been there. We ended up parking a block from the theatre because we couldn't find a spot. I jumped out of the car and my instincts were screaming for me to run. We had parked in a completely remote location, in something that looked like an alley way from an old horror movie. Luckily the group started walking and we reached the theatre in five minutes.
"Darn." I said as I looked at my shoulder, I had forgotten my purse in the car.
"Uh guys I'll be right back, I forgot my purse in the car."
"I'll come with you." Mike volounteered. "You can get some weirdos in Port Angeles"
"It's fine Mike." I assured him. Eager to lose his company.
"Don't be stupid Bella I have to unlock the car for you anyways." I hadn't thought of that.
As we walked down the alley I was suddenly thankful that I hadn't come alone. Mike opened the car and I fumbled around for my purse. I slammed the door and nearly walked straight in to Mikes arm. He was leaning against the closed driver's door and I took another look at his arm. I never realized how muscular he was. This should have made me feel safer but for some reason it didn't.
"C'mon Mike." I tried to keep my voice as light as possible. I started to walk away but he caught me with his other arm.
"Bella I need to ask you something." His voice sounded angry and demanding.
"Yes?"
"Don't you like me?" His tone stayed the same.
"Of course Mike. You're a great guy." My voice started to break. The situation felt odd to me.
"You don't see me as more than that?" His voice became more and more furious and his grip on my arm tightened.
Just lie. A voice in my head told me. Pretend you're interested.
"Look Mike, it's not that. It's just well I don't know if you know this but Jess sort of has a thing for you and well I can't betray her trust." The grip tightened again. "Ow Mike!" I exclaimed as I felt his fingers bruising my arm.
"Don't worry about Jessica." He told me as he released his grip and stroke up and down my arm. He wrapped both his arms around my waist and placed me up against the car. I could feel his breath in my face. This was too close for me.
"Mike we should really be heading back." He raised a finger to my lips and leaned in. I put my arms up to block him.
"No Mike."
"Why?" His voice was angry again.
"Jessica…"
"DON'T LIE TO ME BITCH THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH JESSICA!" My eyes opened in shock, but the rant was far from over. "WHAT YOU DON'T THINK I'M GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU IS THAT IT? LIKE ALL THE ARIZONA BOYS BETTER?" He spat while he beat the car with his fists on either side of my head. I ripped myself from underneath him, letting my purse drop to the ground.
Without thinking I ran. I was sure this was a bad idea, just setting myself up for a broken leg. I'd probably be better off walking away, but my instincts told me to run. Not even half way down the alleyway I tripped and my foot rolled under my ankle and I landed straight on my chin. I felt the blood pouring out of the large wound on my chin and tried not to breathe. If I inhaled the smell of blood now I was sure to pass out. Suddenly I felt two large hands pick me up by my waist.
"That's what you get." Mike's voice said calmly in my ear. I groaned, too disoriented to form a coherent sentence. "Now let's finish this."
I felt something cold and hard on my back, like a rock. I settled on the bricks of a building. Warm air was blowing on my face, I decided it must be Mike's breath. Things slowly came back to focus, but I found myself staring at Mike's mouth. I looked up to see his angry eyes rimmed with what looked like tears.
"Sorry Bella…" He said as he looked down on me. He raised his hand and quickly closed it in to a fist. I held my breath and closed my eyes awaiting the dislocation of my jaw. It didn't come, instead there was a muffling noise. It sounded like someone talking in to a pillow. I opened my eyes and saw a large white hand covering Mike's mouth. Mike bit and whimpered in protest but the hand showed no sign of struggle. I looked up at the owner's face and found Edward. His face was pressed in to disgusted grimace even more so than in the Doctors office. He quickly looked away and hauled Mike around the corner. There was a quick smack. I was sure it was the sound of Edward's fist meeting Mike's face. I considered running, but considering the situation it had just landed me in I decided to stay put instead. I heard footsteps slapping angrily against the pavement and I turned around to see Edward approaching me. His perfection intimidated me, I could only imagine what I looked like right now.
"Hospital" Edward said calmly, pointing at my chin.
"No thanks, I'm fine." I wasn't really concerned about my chin, I'd had my fair share of cuts and bruises.
"That wasn't a question." Edward said firmly. "It was a demand".
I felt wobbly on my feet, I had lost a fair amount of blood. However, I refused to go to the hospital just because he demanded it.
"Since when do you get to demand anything?" I tried to sound angry, but I'm sure it came across as weak.
"I just saved your life!"
"Don't pull that with me! You don't even want to talk to me! Why would me being gone make any difference to you?! It wouldn't so just leave me alone…" My voice started to fade.
"Bella?" He asked, his calm voice breaking in to worry. He approached me slowly.
"Stay away…" I ordered him, each syllable seemed to last forever. My ears rang as the alley was engulfed in darkness.