Chapter 12: Hello
I drive the three thousand miles it takes to get to Forks, Washington with as little stops as possible. The longer I stay in one place; the easier it'll be to for him to find me. I watch the buildings dwindle down and trees take their places. I forgot how green it is here. I slow down my truck as I try to remember where Emmett lives now. I blink my eyes furiously as my drowsiness starts to take over my body.
"Shit!" I gasp as I drive by the turn off. Putting the car into reverse I back up and hope some one's home (preferably Emmett). I get out of the car and grab onto the metal frame for support. I hadn't slept in over 28 hours but I have to see him. I make my way up the wooden stairs to the extravagant porch. Lucky Emmett. I didn't see any cars when I first pulled in the driveway but that doesn't deter my hope. I knock on the door with the most force I can muster. I wait.. 10 seconds.. I knock again.. 20 seconds.. My limbs refuse to be lifted again to knock. My hope just went out the window as I collapse in front of a strangers door. Vaguely I hear a car door shut behind me.
The first thing I realize when I wake up is that something is beeping in my ear. The second thing I realize is; I'm not in a hospital. My eyes open to find myself in a large room with light pink walls and clothes strewn all over the place. I look to my right to find the source of the beeping; a heart monitor. What in the world? I think to myself. I try to sit up but my body screams in protest. It takes three tries for me to grow comfortable with the pain in my torso. Not to mention the room is spinning. I fling my legs over the side of the bed and test my balance. I sway a little but stay on my feet, I'll survive. I walk (well, limp) over to the door only to find that it leads to a closet bigger than the actual bedroom. I try the door on the adjacent wall and walk out into a hall with three doors two across from me and one further down by some stairs. Stairs! I keep one hand on the wall as I travel down hall. Once the down the two flights of stairs I smell something amazing. But I still don't hear anyone. Confident that I'm still at Emmett's supposed address I venture on hoping that I'll find on my exploration. I walk into the kitchen to find an angelic man standing next to an angelic woman. Lucky Emmett.
"Hello dear," the woman says with a gentle smile, "are you feeling better."
I have yet to find my voice so I just nod.
"I'm Carlisle, and this is my wife Esme," the man points to himself and then the women.
I swallow hard and say, "Bella."
"We know," is all he replies.
"Bella honey, would you like something to eat? You look starving," the woman, Esme asks me.
Again ,I just nod.
I sit down at the rectangular table and look around the house. After a couple minutes of silence I remember that I'm sitting at a strangers house and they have no idea why, "I'm sorry to intrude like this but I was told by a reliable source that you could tell me what I'm looking for," there, that doesn't sound so bad.
"And what exactly are you looking for?" the man sits down beside me.
I do my best not to flinch away and look into his light topaz eyes, "Emmett, Emmett Swan."