Chapter two! For this one, I wanna thank my two betas Boo182 and EdwardCullenManiac. Look em up…you know you want to! And I have one reply to a review I have to put out there.
Bloodredeclipse-sorry, her brother's name is Blake. I just screwed up, thinking about She Will Be Loved, K? Sorry about that.
Blushes are red,
Jacob is blue,
I don't own Twilight,
But I wish I do!
Okay then, onward! Enjoy!
I felt warm, strong, arms pick me up and I relaxed, but I heard two words before I was completely out.
"I'm Sorry."
I then fell into a blissful slumber.
Chapter two-Dying and Protectiveness
I woke, hours later, to a scream. I jumped out of bed.
"Mom? What's wrong?" I ran downstairs, frantic.
"No, no, no, not my baby boy!" she was whimpering to herself, and looking down at a piece of paper. Then the doorbell rang. I ran to answer it. I pulled open the door to find a policewoman and a terrified looking Marie. She grabbed me and crushed me into a hug, sobbing. The policewoman stood to the side, quiet. I just looked around, confused.
"Bella, Bella, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left him. I should have stayed. I'm so sorry Bella," Marie was sobbing to me.
"W-what happened?" I asked, looking to the policewoman for help. She stepped forward.
"Isabella, your brother, Blake, committed suicide last night."
My heart dropped and my legs gave out. Marie gasped and supported my weight. I could feel the room spinning.
"What? That's not possible, don't be silly," I said deliriously.
"I'm sorry honey, it is. He drove his car off a cliff. It blew up when it hit the ground," the policewoman answered.
With that, the room went black.
"Bella!" I heard another scream.
Someone slapped my face, but I couldn't wake back up. Blake was dead? That wasn't possible. Life was going so well…it didn't make any sense! I was jolted back into reality as a bucket of ice water was dumped on my head. I screamed. I started choking on some ice, and someone slammed my back. I opened my eyes as I coughed out the ice.
"Bella, thank gosh," Marie said from behind me.
"Bella, my baby girl, don't scare me like that again," my mom whispered from in front of me. She hugged me tight, from the front, as I rested back on Marie's legs. I looked around weakly, not registering what had happened.
"Where's Blake? Why isn't he here?" I asked. My mom broke down and started sobbing again. Marie petted my hair. The policewoman offered no explanation.
"Where's Blake? Where's my brother?" I asked again. Marie pulled me up and my mom laid on the floor, sobbing.
"Bella honey, he's dead. He killed himself last night. I'm sorry." She whispered in my ear. Everything started spinning once again.
"Aw great, here we go again," I heard a voice say as I lost consciousness.
Marie POV (starting Friday night)
Blake and I were doing our regular Friday night routine with Bella. The only thing different is that this was the last one. Blake had wanted to become a vampire since he found out I was one. We had been dating for awhile, so I decided I would let him.
We had this planned for about a week now. I would put together the evidence for his death and act the part of the broken-hearted girlfriend. He would be safe on a plane to Alaska, to stay with my friends, the Cullen family. Carlisle Cullen agreed to change him for me, so I could stay with Bella.
Bella. Bella wouldn't take this well, we both knew. I had become extremely close to the little girl very quickly. I knew she would want to lean on me for help. So, I would stay and he would go. He would be changed and stay in Denali until he could control his thirst. Then we would stay with the Cullen's. It was all settled.
We waited until Bella fell asleep, then left. I drove him straight to the airport. His bags were in the back of the car already, I had bought him new clothes so that it wouldn't seem suspicious, a teenage boy committing suicide with all of his clothes? Yeah, wasn't going to work.
I kissed him goodbye and sped off to wreck his car. It had to look real, so we had some of his blood to dry on the seats and such. It was Blake's idea to make it blow up. I just had to make it hit the ground right and it would. I didn't even have to jump out of the car, but just incase I left a body-shape or something I would. And so I did, and I enjoyed it.
I waited a few hours, then ran to the police station. I grabbed the first person I saw, sobbing.
"Please! Help me find my boyfriend, he's not anywhere. He's not at his house and not answering his cell phone. I think he's gone missing!" I was proud of myself, putting on such a good façade. I knew everyone would believe me.
The policewoman jumped to action, calling people and barking orders. She then drove me to Blake's house. I heard a scream and remembered Blake left a suicide note. I heard sobbing then. Heart-wrenching mother's sobbing, sobbing for her son's life. I heard Bella race down the stairs, confused, and leaned on the policewoman's shoulder as she rang the doorbell.
Bella answered the door, but before she could say anything, I scooped her up into a hug. I apologized profusely while sobbing, but these apologies were real. I felt terrible for taking her older brother, her hero, her idol, sole caretaker, away from her. That was why I couldn't leave with Blake. I had to try to fill his shoes until Bella could herself.
When Bella heard that Blake had killed himself, she seemed to go into shock. After denying it, she fainted. I sat down quickly, her head in my lap. Her mother screamed for her, not wanting to lose another child. The policewoman ran to the kitchen. I shook Bella gently, but then her mother came and slapped her. Bella's head just rolled a bit, she didn't wake up yet. Then the policewoman came back with a bucket of ice water. She dumped it on Bella's head, soaking me too.
Bella came to and choked on some ice. She then asked a question that made my dead heart drop.
"Where's Blake?" She asked. She kept persisting and her mother broke down. I pulled her back and whispered to her that he was dead. She passed out again. The police officer, being cruel and insensitive, muttered words that made anger spike in me.
"Aw great, here we go again."
I glared at her as I scooped Bella up. Standing, I cradled her slight thirteen year old form, and informed the police officer that she probably needed to see a doctor, because passing out twice in a row couldn't be healthy for her. She agreed and drove me (still holding Bella) and Bella's mother to the hospital. She was frantic, worrying about Bella nonstop.
We got to the hospital and got her checked in. The doctor said she was probably in shock, because of the news. Whatever it was, it had put her into a state where she couldn't wake up for at least a day. Her mother was totally freaking out, but I just sat there, unmoving. I then realized I should be falling apart, and put a pained expression on my face.
I decided I would wait Bella's hospital stay out, as long as it took, right by her bedside. I had to be the older sister she needed.
I think this is how I will do chapters from now on, two parts, two POV's.
Playlist-
Hanging by a Moment-Lifehouse
Chasing Cars-Snow Patrol
Panic! At the Disco and My Chemical Romance galore!
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