A/N – Ok everyone. This just might be my favorite chapter so far, so please review and give some feed back. I got my wisdom teeth out and am now feeling better, so here I am! Typing away! Lol Anyways, enjoy!
Minor Inconvenience
Chapter Four
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Previously:
I wonder if being kidnapped by five total strangers is a good enough excuse to get out of the test, sarcastically thought Bella before she submitted to the beckoning darkness and collapsed in the grasp of Edward Cullen.
BPOV [A/N: I think from now on, I'm going to try and write solely in Bella's POV. Let me know what you think when you review!]
A plain looking brunette teenage girl sat in one of her class's chairs—biology? Shuffling her feet while sitting, she gazed out the window, peering at the dreary, overcast setting. Obviously, the weather was more stimulating than her teacher's lecture. Suddenly, hit her on the head. Thinking it was a spitball, the girl tentatively reaches to touch the back of her head, only to find a liquid-like substance. Drawing her hand back, she gazes at the deep red liquid darkening on her palm, now slowly dripping off and landing on the tiled ground. Believing she's in need of dire medical assistance, she looks up, meeting startling pair of ruby red eyes.
"No!" I shrieked, suddenly rising, "It can't be…"
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I turned away from the inside of the couch, only to confront a new site: a television. I strain my ears to listen to the words and furiously blink my eyes, hoping to clear my vision.
"—Ella Monroe reporting for KRON4 News. In Forks, Washington, tragedy has struck this small town community. Around roughly 1:27pm, an explosion erupted from one of these science classrooms. At this time, the cause is unknown, but the room in which the initial explosion occurred in is said to have no survivors. I repeat: no survivors."
"No," I gasped, shaking my head back and forth in disbelief. Stumbling, I ignored my swirling vision and make my way towards the television...my link to the outside world.
"Among the known decease is Michael Newton, known as Mike by his friends and family. Additionally, another body has recently been identified as Angela Weber. Among the charred remains, it is suspected that the entire Biology class of room 304 has perished."
"Oh, my God," I whimpered, unaware of the tears streaming down my face.
"The most recent addition to the Forks High community was the Chief of Police's daughter, Miss Isabella Swan. Although not much is known, a jacket that Miss Swan was reported to have been wearing this morning was found in the room—charred and burnt. Here, exclusively, we have an interview with her father—Charlie Swan."
"Charlie!" I eagerly searched the screen until I saw the familiar face of my father.
"Chief Swan, what can you tell us at this point? – 'The circumstances surrounding the explosion are still being investigated. It appears as though there may have been some sort of accident concerning one of the lab experiments or chemicals were not stored properly.'"
Lies. "Oh Dad." My hand rose to the screen. My fingers grazed father's face, only to meet the plastic barrier.
"'Rest assured, the Forks Police is doing everything to ensure the integrity of the investigation is kept and more news will be revealed as it is uncovered' – Thank you Chief. Now, I understand one student was not in attendance today? – 'Correct. He was pulled out before the start of the period for a medical appointment' – No doubt his parents are counting their lucky stars. As a parent Mr. Swan, how do you feel? Remains thought to belong to your daughter were found. Is there anything you would tell her, if she was alive? *Liquid gathered in his eyes, until a single tear streaked down the Chief's cheek and was absorbed into his mustache.* -- 'Just that, I lov— '"
The screen went blank before me.
"No! Dad! Dad! Daddy," crying and crying, I let my tears flow freely as I banged my fists against the television's screen, "Dad…"
"Bella?" My head automatically snapped up at the calling of my name.
Mumbling, I returned to my prior position by leaning heavily on the T.V.
"Oh Bella," continued the voice, as a pair of arms embraced me in a caring manner. My eyes opened at the sudden touch; now wide and wild. I don't want to be held. They kidnapped me. They housed and raised this monster. The monster. Him. Edward Cullen.
"Turn it back on! Please! Turn it back on," I begged.
Shushing me, the arms continued to cradle me in what would have been comforting under different circumstances.
"No," I gasped, "Stop. Please. No!" I finally broke away from the arms and shakily stood.
Backing away, I noticed my audience. The Cullen Clan. Among them, I spotted the devil reincarnate. Now or never… Do or die.
I stormed towards him, screaming, "I hate you! I hope you die a thousand deaths and rot in the ground for the things you've done! You've destroyed families! Taken lives! You bastard!" I lifted my hand to strike him, only to have the Doctor grasp my wrist.
"Awkward," shifted the body builder.
"Please Miss Swan. For your safety, I would suggest that you refrain from trying to physically attack Edward. You will only succeed in doing harm to yourself," reasoned the Doctor, but I wasn't in the mood for reasoning.
Shaking my wrist, he released it and I backed off. Live today, fight tomorrow.
"I believe some introductions are in order," spoke the woman who had been hugging me, "I'm Esme. This is Carlisle, that's Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett, and of course, you already know—"
"If you would, Bella, follow Alice so you can rest a bit. She will get you something more comfortable to wear and you can shower. Esme will bring you something to eat shortly," interrupted Carlisle before she could mention the monster's name.
"No. I refuse. I want to go home," I emphasized, "I need to go home."
"Come on Bella," motioned Alice.
"I said no."
A wave of soft groans and rumbles reverberated throughout the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something peculiar. The motherly one—Esme—was moving her lips. It seemed as though she was twitching profusely. That's odd. But it isn't just her, the others did it too. Looking at him, he nodded his head. What the hell?
"You will go upstairs and you will do as you're told," said Edward while clenching and unclenching fists and interrupting my observations.
"I don't have to do what you say! This is false imprisonment, kidnapping, and not to mention your previous mass murder. All of which are punishable by law," I smirked, "I wouldn't be surprised if you got two consecutive life sentences. Lucky for you, there's no death penalty in Washington."
"Well aren't you smart—"
"Comes with the territory. My dad is Fork's Police Chief. I wouldn't be surprised if he arrests you himself."
"Don't count on it," murmured Jasper. I looked at him.
"You saw the news," walking towards me, he continued, "Do you honestly think we've left any evidence? Besides that, you heard them—you heard your own father—say they have no reason to suspect what really happened, nor that you're even alive."
He paused, cocking his head and seeming as though he was analyzing my reaction.
"I also heard him say he loved me! That is, until someone turned it off," I countered, "Love conquers all." I shifted, trying to rebuild my confidence in my father, the police, and everyone else. But my faith was dwindling. Quickly.
"Please, Isabella, be reasonable," his eyes penetrated my own and my fight seemed to dissolve, "Go with Alice upstairs. You'll feel better after a shower and some food."
"Not until I get some answers," I said, crossing my arms.
"All in due time," reaching toward me, Jasper lightly grasped my elbow but I didn't pull back. Suddenly, lying down and a shower felt like a good idea.
"Here, Alice and I will show you the room." Shuffling my feet, I walked side-by-side with Jasper, our arms still linked and him looking at me. Alice followed behind us and together, we made our way upstairs. But our uneventful pace didn't last long. On the final step, I tripped on a rug—of all the things.
Breaking eye contact, I put my arms in front of me and rolled. Hopefully I wouldn't have a bruise. Looking up, I realized we made it—the door was just down the hall.
"Fuck," rising, I continued, "I won't go in until I get some answers. Now." I stood firmly against the hallway's wall.
"Isabella, you've been cooperative this entire time and I am eternally grateful. Please, just go through the door and I promise, you will get your answers later. Scout's honor."
"I'ld rather join the others downstairs. This discussion cannot wait." I faced the stairs, preparing to step to his right and bypass him, only Alice was there.
"Move," I mumbled.
Tilting her head, she looked at me.
"Please?"
She continued to stare at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay." I gripped her shoulders, and tried to hold her in place as I stepped around her, but two hands pried my fingers from your shoulders.
"I would appreciate it, if you would keep your hands off my wife."
I squeaked, "Wife?"
"Hmm," he consented, "Little under sixty years."
"Ha! Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England. Now, please. Release me."
Chuckling, he said, "You say that a lot. Have you noticed?"
"Well, maybe if someone actually listened, then I wouldn't have to continuously repeat myself," I countered, "If you both would excuse me, I'm going to go get my questions answered."
In a swirl of movement, Jasper swept me into his arms.
"What the f—"
"Bella," softly chided Jasper in my ear, "language. Ah, here we are."
"No," I said, finding it increasingly difficult not to slump against him. I watched helplessly as Alice opened the door to the room—my room. "Alice, please! You can't let Jasper do this! Charlie needs me! I don't deserve this! Please, Alice!"
She didn't face me. She refused to even acknowledge my pleas!
"Alice," I continued.
Nearing the door, I tried to grasp the door frame. Jasper was having none of that though and nimbly broke my hold. All too quickly, we seemed to reach our, or rather my, destination: the bed. Gently, Jasper placed my on the bed upright, but I soon found myself in a horizontal position with Jasper sitting on the edge.
"Why don't you rest Bella? The bathroom is over there and Esme will be up shortly."
Before I'm able to refute, Jasper holds my hand in his palm and rubs the back of it soothingly.
Drifting off, I murmur, "You're not human…" The last think I saw was him trying to conceal a grimace. Try. I saw it and knew in that moment, that I was right.
Author's Note: Finally got this chapter done! I put up my first ever poll!! Yay! I am proud to announce that with the update of this chapter, I am now able to BETA!! Totally excited! My longest Chapter too!!