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Dusk and Dawn: Chapter 12

Too Safe for Safety

I walked out of Charlie's room after receiving a text message from Jacob that he dropped my truck off in the parking lot. I wanted to head home to get some food and other supplies.

"Bella", I heard a woman's voice. I turned to see someone beautiful with hair between the colors brown and red. She wore a blue and white dress that reached her knees and shoes with heels one inch high.

"Yes?" I didn't know who she was.

"I'm Esme Cullen", she shook my hand. "Edward wanted me to give this to you", she handed me a pair of car keys. "He wants you to use his Volvo while you're here." Edward had a Volvo? He must be extremely affluent since his father was a doctor slash surgeon slash someone who must be paid a lot.

"It's okay, Mrs. Cullen", I gave her back the keys. "I'm fine with my truck."

"Esme, just Esme", she said.

"Sorry for the trouble, Esme", I smiled politely.

"No trouble at all." She smiled sweetly at me. "Edward was right, you are beautiful", she put both her hands on my shoulders. It seemed like Alice and Esme had a lot more in common, a slight of Alice's perkiness.

I grinned politely.

"I'm looking for my husband anyway. Have you seen him?"

"Sorry, I haven't seen him."

"It's okay." She looked at me, "Edward certainly is lucky to have you. Just be careful, Bella. I know my son can be too protective sometimes but that just shows how concerned he is." She hugged me before walking to the front desk. "Bye, Bella."

I walked to the parking lot to see my truck parked between a red car and a silver Honda Coupe. I opened the door and got in when my phone vibrated.

"Hello?" I heard Edward's say.

"Edward"

"Did you get the keys?"

"You didn't have to let your mom do that, Edward."

"You need to use the Volvo, please?" he sounded like her was pleading and forceful at the same time.

"I'm fine, Edward. I'll talk to you later; I'm driving back to my house to get some things."

"I see", I heard other voices besides Edward's

"You're at practice?" I completely forgot about practice since dancing was never something I liked, I try not to dwell my thoughts into it.

"Edward!" I heard Lance.

"I have to go. They said that the performance in is about ten days. And anyone who misses rehearsals will be instantly kicked out of the performance. Such strict rules, Bella", he mused.

"I wish I were there", I laughed.

"Edward!" Lance called for the second time.

"I could just pretend not to care and quite the whole presentation", he informed me.

"You can't", I said. I wanted to encourage him. "We'll both join in; I'll be back in a few days time anyway."

"You've never been this enthusiastic about dancing", he replied.

"I want this summer to be different, please, Edward?" I recalled the thought I first had when I planned to join Talent Camp in the first place. I might as well grab the opportunities that are in front of me.

"Okay, just for you. Bye, Bella", his velvet voice said coolly.

"Bye", I hung up.

I got to the house an hour later and walked up to my bathroom, and then put a new bottle of shampoo and soap into my bag. I walked towards the kitchen to get food when the doorbell rang.

"Jake", I opened the door wider for him. "Hi"

"Hey." He sat on the couch. "I knew you'd be here".

Jacob and I watched shows for about an hour with the food I was able to 'salvage' from Charlie's fridge. I'd have to remember to buy groceries before I head back to camp once he's recovered.

I put all the food I gathered into my bag and walked out the door with Jake behind me. I put the bag into the seat beside me.

"Bella", Jake said. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything", I turned to him.

"N-never mind", he said hesitantly and put his hands in his pockets.

"I'll tell you later, at the hospital." He started walking out the gate.

"Are you sure it isn't that urgent?" I looked him.

"I don't think it is anymore", he said as he walked down the sidewalk.

Strange. It was strange for Jacob to be so quiet about something.

I started my truck, driving from my house, then by Alistair High School. It had an enormous soccer field and three large buildings, with the tallest one in the middle. The school was probably about two to three times larger than my school, excluding the parking lot. Forks High School looked as typical as always. The doors and windows were shut closed and there was no one there except a gardener, trimming the bushes and the electrician, fixing some wires on top of a post.

I stopped by a convenience store that was open for twenty-four hours. I walked through the shelves. I took a chocolate bar, a bag of crab chips and a can of rootbeer (not exactly a healthy diet, but I needed a lot of energy), and then went towards the cashier. She had a sweet smile as she handed me the plastic bag after I paid.

"Be careful, dear", she said calmly as I walked out the store. She was probably right; I almost slipped on my way to my truck. I almost slipped when I put my foot on the platform, too—maladroit Bella, I thought to myself. The windows were too foggy and wet to see through; I wiped them with the extra cloth from the truck's glove compartment.

I started the engine of the truck and began to take it out of the parking space when I heard something bump my truck. I stuck my head out the window, the truck had hit a telephone post, but there were only a few scratches. I sat back into the car and drove off.

I was about fifteen minutes away from the store when my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Bella", I heard Edward's velvet voice. I held the phone in my left hand and held the wheel with my right.

"Where are you?" he sounded worried.

"I'm driving my truck and on my way to the hospital."

"Will you please use the Volvo?" he tried to persuade me.

"I'm fine, okay, Edward?" I said to my overprotective boyfriend.

"Please?" he said. "I can't think straight when I know you're not driving it."

"I don't want to break your car", I said, trying to slip my way out of it.

"It doesn't matter, Bella."

"Men always love their cars", I replied.

"Well, consider me different from all the rest because I want you safe", he protested.

"I'm okay, Edward", I insisted. I heard Alice's voice in the background.

"Be sure to match the cashmere sweater with the black mini-skirt!" she sounded as perky as ever.

"Just for one day, please?" Edward tried again. The window was beginning to fog up again as I squinted my eyes to get a clearer view. "Just try."

"For the last time, Edwa—" I heard loud honking from one car that I just dodged. I steered away from it. Phew! Just when I thought it was over, I lost control of the stirring wheel and the car screeched, getting off of the road and towards one side. I ducked my head down with both my hands covering my ears. Screech!—the sound of the friction between the wheels of my truck and the ground. Everything was dim.

How was it? I'm sorry if it was too short but I really wanted to end it with a cliffhanger.

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This Chapter's Question: A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over 5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?

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-Kar