Chapter 2: Mistake

The first thing I noticed when I woke up, was that I had a killer headache One thing was sure, I was NEVER going to drink again. But it had been nice to be drunk though. To not have to think about anything, not thinking about him or any of them. Stupid unreliable vampires. I prepared myself for the pain I would feel because of this statement, but it didn`t come. Maybe the pain in my head drowned out everything else? Hm...

Then, something stirred in the bed beside me, and I instantly noticed three more things:

One, I was not alone in my bed.

Two, this wasn`t my bed at all

And three, I was naked.

"Oh my lord, oh, oh, not good, not good. Think Bella, what did you do last night?" I whispered to myself. I had been at that open mic night contest in Port Angeles,and I had won (still not believing that), then Jake and I had went to a bar for some drinks...

Oh no, pleas no, not Jake. The line between us were blurred enough as it was, I didn`t need THIS to add on all the mixed signals I always gave him. Shit, SHIT! Not good, not good at all!

I opened my eyes just a tiny bitt, and then closed them quickly. I felt tears starting to run down my checks as my broken heart dropped to my stomach. Beside me lay a very beautiful and very naked Jacob Black. His face looked so peaceful, like he was happy in his sleep.

I had lost my virginity by drunk, and with Jacob Black. I was so disappointed in myself. It felt like someone had ripped out my stomach, and all that was left was a big, gaping hole. How many holes could my body take? I cried even harder into the pillow I was lying on so I wouldn´t wake him up. I couldn´t bring myself to look at him, even less talk to him.

Whit tears still falling silently, I gently rolled out of the bed. My whole body felt sore, but I didn`t so much as wimpier, I deserved the pain. My clothes lay everywhere, so i picked them up as silently as I could, got dressed, put my hair in a bun, got my handbag and guitar and tip-toed out of the room that I by now had guessed to me a cheep motel room. I didn`t look at Jake once, I couldn`t.

I didn`t break down, I even stopped crying as I used some of my 100 dollars to pay the motel bill. The old woman in the reception didn`t even bother to look at me, she just took the money and turned her back on me. I walked out into the parking lot and let the surprisingly shining sun dry my tearstained face. I spotted Jakes volkswagen across the lot.

It started to dawn on me what I had to do next.

I couldn`t stay here, not in Port Angeles and not in Forks. I would never be able to see Charlie, or let alone Jake, in the face again, I was so ashamed of myself. Why did I have to be such a mean person! I didn`t love Jake, and now, he was going to be hurt. I had to leave now. If I stayed any longer, it would only hurt him more. But where to go? Where to go...

Just then, I felt something poking at my butt from my back pocket. I slipped my hand into the pocket and found the card Mr. North had given me the previous Night. "I you change your mind," he had said. I closed my eyes and made my destination. This was the only way, the only place i could go without hurting anyone more than I already had done.

I sighed as I fished out a notebook and a pen from my handbag. I had to explain things to Jake, I couldn´t just leave him without a word. So I wrote:

Dear Jake

I will always treasure the naivety of the past we shared. You are my best friend in the whole world, and I love you.
But we were never meant to be lovers.
I´m so sorry for the pain I most have caused you, but by staying around you saved my life, and I´m grateful for that.
I hope you understand that I have to leave you, I´m not good for you.

I´m sorry.

Bella.

It pained me to write this letter. I wondered briefly if it had hurt him to tell me the things he had told me when he broke up with me. But I didn´t think so, he didn´t love me anymore. I still loved Jake. Just not the way he wanted me to love him. I felt my eyes start to fill with tears again. So I quickly ripped the page out of my notebook and stuffed it through a crack in the passenger seat window.

"By Jacke, I´m so Sorry," I whispered to the wind, regretting so much the past nights event. I had lost my best friend. I had lost everything. Now all I had, was Owen North in Seattle.

Before I could break down completely, I turned away from Jakes car, from the cheep motel and from one of the biggest mistakes in my life, and walked away as fast as I could.

A cab was parked not far away, and I asked the driver if he could take me to Seattle. He wasn´t happy about it, but he grunted a "Sure" and I was off. I knew it was a two and a half hour drive, so I dug out my cellphone from my jacket pocket to make some calls. It was eight in the morning, so Charlie would be up, and worried as hell. I sighed. What was I going to tell him? I decided on a half-lie. I took a deep breath, and hit the number to dads cell. He picked up immediately.

"Bells! I´ve been so worried about you, where the HELL have you been." Yup, he was mad.

"Calm down dad, I´m fine. It just got a little late last night and Jake and I... I just spent the night here," I almost cracked up when I said Jakes name, but I managed to keep it cool.

"You could have called you know," he muttered, but he wasn´t that angry anymore.

"I know dad, but I´m 18 now, remember? Legally adult and all that jazz. I can take care for myself," I reminded him half heartedly, knowing that I somehow had to tell him that I was not coming home again.

"So anyway Bells, how did things go last night?"

A plan formed in my head, and I put it into action before I could talk myself out of it.

"Really good actually. I kind of ...won." Then, I took a good long gulp of air and proceeded in top speed. "And a right afterwards I meet a nice producer from Seattle who wanted me to sign a contract with his record label, so now I´m on my way there to start my career as an musician" I knew that most of it was a lie, I wasn´t even sure if Mr. North even really wanted me, or if he just gave his card to everyone he met that could sing. And I wasn´t nearly god enough to make a career out of it. But I had to tell Charlie something.

I heard Charlie hiss in surprise, and his anger raising again.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you get back here right now young lady! You don´t know anything about this producer, you have school tomorrow and you are NOT trowing your life away on some uncertain music career," he yelled, and I closed my eyes to keep the tears away.

"I´m sorry dad, but this is MY choice. Please, don´t be angry, please. I love you, but I got to do this. Music, it is something that... I don´t know, but after not listening to music for months... I have found a way to heal dad. I need this to heal. Please," I begged, desperately trying to make him believe my lie. But as I said it, I understood that it wasn´t a lie. I needed the music. The feeling I had last night while on stage, it was the best thing that had happened to me since he left.

Charlie wen´t quiet for a while. Then he sighted.

"Ok hun. I don´t like it, but I understand that you have been going through a lot the las cupel of months. If you think this is what you need..."

"It is dad."

"Well, then I guess you got to do what you got to do. Just... Be careful, OK?"

It felt like ten pounds had been lifted of my shoulders. I still felt bad about lying to him, but he would be fine now.

"I will dad, thank you for understanding. I´ll call you every day, and I´ll come home soon," I promised. "Bye dad."

"Bye Bells, love you."

CLICK.

Then, there was the next call.

I dialed the unfamiliar number and waited. I hoped it wasn´t too early in the morning. Finally, someone picked up.

"Mello," mumbled a sleepy, manly voice.

"Mr. North, I´m so sorry for calling you this early, but I needed to talk to you. It´s Isabella Swan from the open-mic-night-competition..."

Wow, I didn´t think I´d have this finished so quickly. But here it is, chapter 2. Again, I am sorry for any spelling or other kinds of mistakes, still looking for that beta reader...

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