Recap:
"Hello?" I heard from the other side of the phone.
"It's Charlie."
"Hello, Chief Swan. May I ask why you're calling me?"
"It's Bella."
"What happened to Bella? Is she alright?"
"She ran away."
There was a slight pause.
"I'll try to find her."
"Thank you Edward." I said as I hanged up. I hope Bella's alright.
BELLA'S POV
I was currently Oregon. I took the 101 freeway from Forks to some town in Oregon (I don't remember which one). My things were in the cab of my truck. It was getting late and I was getting tired so I took the next exit on the 101 and I noticed I was in Oregon.
"Well, crap. Didn't think I had gone this far…" I muttered to myself as I parked the truck in the parking lot of some bar. Good thing I had my fake ID… you don't want to know what happened when I got it…
I parked in the parking lot of some bar in Oregon. I made sure I still had the new necklace I had on, my Lady Gaga bracelet on, and my Alice in Wonderland bracelet on my other hand. I put on something different so no one would notice it was me. I grabbed my hair and put it like I was going to put in a bun but instead of tying it, I put my black fedora over it so my hair could stay up. I made sure my bangs were out of the hat. I looked for my glasses, and put them on, as if I was hiding my face which I was. I really didn't want to be found… and since I'm dealing with vampires here helping look for me, well, I have to look differently or hide my face. I know Dad must have called Edward or one of the Cullens to help look for me. I just know it.
I put my trench coat over the blazer I'm wearing. It's the same blazer I wore on the first and second day of school. If I just walked out with the blazer, and the Cullens were near, they would automatically know it was me. Good thing too, it's fucking cold! It's an hour until dusk, so it won't look weird if I have my sunglasses on with my fedora.
"Hey, dear. How you doing?" a lady that was about in her mid-twenties asked me.
"Give me a margarita." I said rubbing my temples. I could feel a headache coming on; that only meant one thing: I'm going to hear the voices soon and then I'm going to fall asleep and have a flash.
"Can I see an ID?" she asked. Of course I am not in legal age to drink, but I gave her my fake ID. It says I was twenty-two; it's six years off. I'm sixteen but I ended up skipping a grade in elementary school. I took it out and showed it to her.
"Okay, sweetie. One margarita coming up." She said as she gave me back my fake ID. I put it in my wallet and then in my bag.
A couple of minutes later, the waitress came back with my margarita.
"Here you go, dear. Do you need anything else?" she asked kindly. I pondered that for a moment.
"Yes, can I have a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, please?" I said.
"Of course." She left and I took a sip of my margarita. I have never had one before, so I decided to try it. I have tried tequila already and it was strong. Well, strong enough for me not to go to sleep. I had tried an experiment a year ago with it. I took shots of tequila a night when I started having the headache and hearing the voices that I was going to have a flash. I had gotten drunk and passed out after I put the things away. The thing that I found interesting was that I didn't have a flash that night even though I had heard the voices earlier in the day. I was so happy that I said I was going to try that later. It's later.
The waitress came back with the shot glass and tequila. I had finished my margarita already and she picked it up.
"Um, can I ask a question?" I said before the waitress left with the empty margarita glass.
"Yes, honey?"
"Is it possible that I could buy the bottle of tequila and shot glass?" I asked nervously.
"I'll check and come back to you as soon as I can." And with that, she left. When I had taken two shots, she came back.
"The manager said you can, but that it's going to be a little expensive."
"It's okay. How much is it?" she told me the price and I paid her.
"Just don't go drinking then driving, sweetie."
"I never do. Thank you and have a nice night!" I said to her as I gave her a nice tip and walked out the door.
"Thank you sweetie!" I heard her exclaim. "Now, I finally have enough money to…" I didn't hear the rest since I was already in my car. I started the truck, and drove to an empty lot. I took out the tequila and shot glass and poured me some. I don't know how long I was taking shots, but I ended up passing out sometime later. I did vaguely notice that I had almost finished the whole tequila bottle that wasn't even open when the waitress gave it to me.
"Don't finish the bottle, Bella!" I heard my conscious tell me when I was drinking. I ignored it since I was already too drunk to notice by that time.
I fell to the passenger side of the cab and hit my head with a thump against the seat.
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it got away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Tonight, we can be as one tonight
I felt as if I was going to fall off the cab of the truck and I woke up instantly. Fuck, I hate it when you feel you're going to fall off the bed or something when you're asleep and you're not even close to the edge. Great…now what do I do? I heard a honk from a passing car and instantly grabbed my head. Crap, I hate hangovers…I had a hangover when I tried out the experiment. My mom was curious as to why I had a headache and was throwing up the next morning. Good thing I drank on a Friday…
I drove to a gas station to fill up the car and to use the bathroom to change and wash my face. I ended up throwing up when I was in the bathroom. Once my tank was full, I drove around until I found a diner. I ate a small breakfast seeing as it was five in the morning. I drove around again until I found a small motel. I was going to crash there and get a good night's rest. I was near the border of Oregon and California when I found a small enough motel without a lot of people staying there.
I walked in.
"How may I help you?" said the receptionist.
"Can I book a motel room?"
"Yeah." She handed me the key and told me the room number. I walked out and looked for the room. I found it and went back to my truck to get my duffle-bag. I got what I needed from my other bags and hid them in the secret compartment under the cab of the truck. I went up to the room and stuffed the key in the knob. I walked in once it opened and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I brushed my teeth after I got out of the shower and changed. What I didn't notice was that the person I was expecting to come and find me, found me…(I was going to end it there, but it was too short since it's been over a month since I've updated and I needed to fit the song in here.)
"Bella." Was all he said before he appeared in front of me and planted a needy kiss on my lips. I was surprised that he kissed me. I was about to push away when he pulled back.
"Bella, love, come back home." He said.
"No." I blurted out.
"Please, love, come back home." He persisted.
"No. I don't want to." I said with my best poker face.
"Why?" he asked, hurt appearing in his beautiful facial features.
"I don't want to, Edward. Isn't that a good enough an answer?"
"No." he mocked me. "Give me a real reason, Bella." He whispered in my ear. It was a little too loud for my hangover.
"Ah!" I groaned. I groaned again from the noise of my scream. "Don't talk to me for a while." I said clutching my head.
He immediately let go of me and was at the other side of the room. I fell to my knees, still clutching my head.
"Bella?" he asked hurt. "What's wrong?"
I drank a little too much last night…stupid tequila giving me a fucking hangover…should of just had the damn margarita… I said in my mind. I heard Edward growl. Fuck! I forgot he could read my mind. I clutched my head again from the noise of his growl.
"Ugh…" I moaned. My head feels as if it was hit by a freight train.
"You drank?" he growled again.
"Can we please stop talking and growling so Bella's head won't explode?" I muttered knowing very well he could hear me. I felt him pick me up and put me on the bed.
"Who in their right mind would give a seventeen year old tequila and margaritas?"
"Margarita and I'm sixteen." I corrected him.
"But you're a junior." He protested.
"Skipped a grade…and can we please listen to my request and stop talking? I'll explain everything later. And don't you dare take me home while I'm passed out or I'll just have to hit you with my new crowbars. Or let anyone else come pick me up or take me home, clear?" I said trying to think of loop-holes he would use.
"Crystal." He said. I started drifting off to sleep again.
"Sweet dreams, Bella." I heard him mutter before I fell into unconsciousness.
Broken bottles under children's feet
And bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
I woke up with a slight headache from when I drank too much tequila the other night. I felt something skimming my jawbone.
"Edward…" I muttered before opening my eyes a little bit.
"Yes, love?" he answered in a soft voice.
"How did you find me?" I asked him.
"It was sort of hard to fine you, love. We didn't get any help from Alice since you did a terrific job at blocking her visions. I ran the way I thought you would drive off in. I guess my instincts were right." He mumbled.
"Oh." I said.
"Can you answer the question, please?"
"What question, Edward?"
"Why you won't come back to Forks." His voice was filled with wonder but I noticed he was hiding hurt.
"Edward. I told my father to not send anyone looking for me, and I meant it. I don't want, well, didn't want anyone to come and look for me. I have barely left two days ago and I probably bet he called you right after he finished reading the letter I wrote him. I promised him that "his little girl will be safe" and she is. Forks was messing with my emotions. I couldn't stand staying there any longer."
"But you said to me that lunch that you wouldn't leave me."
"Correction: I said leave. I never said I was going to leave you. And I also never said how long I was going to stay. Or when I was going to leave." I explained to him in a whisper. My hangover was gone, but I didn't want to take any chances.
Suddenly, he let go of me and was across the room. What I say?
"Edward?" my voice was tainted with hurt.
"You said you wouldn't leave. You promised…" he muttered, hurt.
"Well, it was kind of hard to concentrate when someone was making me lose my train of thought!" I ended up screaming at him. I hate screaming at him. It pains me deep.
"I would believe you more if you didn't just run away from every little thing that changes!" he retorted.
"So you've never believed me before?" I was shocked. If he never believed me, why'd he hang out with me?
"No, Bella-"I cut him off.
"You want me to go and expose you guys? I'll do that if you don't and never have fucking trusted me."
"They'll kill before you ever-"
"I don't care if I die! It doesn't fucking matter anymore!" I answered sharply.
"Bella! I didn't mean-"
"-didn't mean what you said?" I finished his sentence. "I've heard that before! And I'm tired of hearing it! Do you know what people look at me as? A freak of nature. Once I'm able to trust someone with my secrets, they do some fucking stunt that hurts me! And when I am able to trust someone, I tell them my secret. You know what they do when they hear it? They try to tell my mom that I belong in a mental asylum! They just end up stabbing me in the fucking back! When they see how broken I am the next day, they say 'I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?' of course I don't fucking forgive them! They go around my back and try to send me somewhere! And I'm tired of that!" I retorted back at him. I grabbed my trench-coat and put it on.
"Bella, I never meant to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you." I put on my shoes and started tying the laces. "Hurting you is the farthest thing I want to do to you. I was just angry that you said that you wouldn't leave." I started packing my things in my duffle-bag. "And what on earth are you doing?" he stopped and looked at what I was doing.
"Packing; I'm not staying in this damn place anymore." I said angrily.
"You're coming back to Forks?" there was a tint of hope in his voice.
No. was all I said in my mind while I kept on packing and grabbing my things from the restroom.
"Why?"
I'm not going back to that place. At least not right now. I need to think things through. Alone.
"Edward, I love you, I really do, but I need time for myself. I guess being in a different state is really messing with my emotions." I stated out loud to him.
I zipped up my duffle-bag and walked past him towards the door. He stood frozen where I left him.
"Edward, this isn't goodbye forever. I'll be home in a couple of days or weeks, I don't know how long. I just need to think things through and get my emotions in control. I give you my regards if I'm gone for a long time. I promise it won't be more than a year. I promise you, I'll be just fine." With that, I walked out, leaving the one I most cared about behind.
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
I managed to make it to some small town in California. I took a pit stop, filled my truck with gas again, got some snacks from the gas station, and started driving towards Los Angeles. I stopped in some small town that name passed my mind. I can't believe I did that. I left the one thing that I've cared about behind in some fucking motel on the border of Oregon and California. Bet that's a great story to tell the grandkids, huh? Wait-Bella stay focused!
My surroundings started to look familiar…but I can't pinpoint what this place it. Then I saw it: a street sign from my childhood. Holy shit! I'm back at the town I was in when I was 7 and left when I was 14! This is the place that showed me how to fucking fight! Aww…memories…
"When I say hoes, I mean the gardening tool, not the ones on the corner!" I remember my mom telling me that when I heard she had said "hoe". I started laughing my fucking ass off when she said that… then I got a slap on the head for thinking "like an immature kid". Ha-ha. That was funny. (Hehe…I did that once… my sis slapped me upside the head for being immature… my poor, poor head… (;….)
We had lived in the nicer part of town, well, and also the safer part of town. I passed by the middle school I attended, the elementary school I attended and the high school I attended up until the end of freshman year. The middle school I attended was the school where they basically put all the bad kids in. As in the other school didn't want. I am proud to say I wasn't one of them. Or was I? Eh, I don't know they never say anything to us anymore… it's like you reach a certain age and people stop telling you certain things. I hate that.
I don't know what possessed me to do this, but I ended up doing a U-turn and going to the elementary school I was in. I parked and every kid there stared at me through the chain-link fence. I also noticed two teachers that were outside looking after the kids. I think it was recess for 1st and 2nd graders. I went to the front office and walked to the front desk. I asked where my 4th and 5th grade teachers' room where. I thanked the lady and she said she was going to call them to give them the notice that I was coming up. I met with them and when they asked shouldn't I be in school, I told them I moved to Washington and I had a family emergency. I told them I was passing through so I decided to greet them.
I went to the middle school which was just a street away from my elementary school. I did the exact same thing and saw all my teachers from grade 6 to grade 8.
I ended up parking at the park which was just down the street from the high school. I got a surprise when I got to the high school I had attended for a year.
"Bella fucking Swan?!" I turned around and saw one of my best guy friends.
"Adam fucking Brazier?!" I mocked him and ran up to hug him.
"You're still in this hell hole?" I asked him once I pulled away from the hug.
"Yeah, nothing much I could do, can I? This high school is closer than the other one to where I live." Adam said.
"Wait, you moved again?" I put emphasis on 'again'. Adam's parents had a tendency to move closer to the school they wanted him to attend.
"Once my 'rents saw I was always late to first period and always late getting home, they decided to move." He explained.
"Wait, what are you doing out? Isn't it supposed to be 5th period right now?"
"Nope. We had a half day. I think the teachers had some sort of board meeting. I don't know. You know I never pay attention in Math. That's why I'm barely passing with an average grade."
I laughed. In the end, we decided to go to the park to hang out. I never noticed that it was overcast in the sky…
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
We ended up talking on the way to the park and in the park. We decided to sit on the benches. Soon, it was 3 p.m. and it was still overcast.
"Hey, I've been here for a long time. I have to get to Phoenix by tomorrow morning. I'll see you on - my rebound trip." I hugged Adam and started getting up from the benches.
"Okay, see you in how many days?" He wondered.
"About a two weeks or something around there. I'm glad we caught up." We hugged one last time and we parted ways.
On my way to my truck I passed a tree. Behind that tree, someone put their hand over my mouth and pulled me back into them. I recognized the touch. It was one of the Cullens since their hand was cold. Crap…they found me again. This is just my luck.
"Fucking ass!" I screamed once I was able to wriggle out of their grasp. I saw some old people passing by and looking at me ashamed, and some little kids looking at me weirdly.
"Sorry!" I yelled in apology. Then, the mystery Cullen laughed, a booming laugh. Emmett.
"How the hell do you guys keep finding me? I deviously blocked Alice's visions and Edward's mind reading thing!" I grumbled under my breath after I hit Emmett upside his head; of course I didn't hit him hard enough to hurt me.
"What happened when Edward found you? I heard he was furious." Emmett said rubbing the spot on his head, pretending it had hurt him.
"Well, I had drunk-"
"You drunk?! No wonder Edward was pissed as hell…" Emmett so kindly interrupted me. I ignored him and continued talking.
"-a margarita and almost a whole bottle of tequila…so when he came I still had a hangover so I was on edge. I had been so kindly woken up by a horn of a passing car. I was in a piss-y mood and it didn't help that Edward kept on growling at me for drinking… never said I didn't drink…" I muttered. We had arrived at my car.
"Wait, Emmett." I said.
"Yeah, Bells?" what's up with him calling me nicknames?
"Not to be rude but, what the fuck are you doing here?" I said in my colorful language.
"I'm here to take you back to Forks. Whether you like it or not." He said the last part seriously. Okay, now I'm scared… Emmett and seriously never, ever belong in the same sentence…
"You'll end up carrying me to my car if I took-" I stopped and sprinted down the sidewalk.
"Gottcha." I felt him wrap his arms around my torso as he put me over his shoulder. "Did you think I would let you go?" I rested my elbows on his back so that they would support my head.
"Eh, it was worth a try. I've always wanted to do that but the situation was never right." I gave his a cheeky smile as he continued to walk to the truck.
"Bella!" I heard my dad yell when I got out of my tuck. Since Emmett drove my truck from that tiny town in LA to Forks, it took half the time. I wanted to take a detour by driving to Florida, then going up to Maine, then driving back to Forks. But no, it'll take too much time. Idiot; I was trying to take up time!
"Hi Daddy." Please, please, let the Daddy card soften him up! Damn them for finding me. Damn me for not picking another damn route! Damn Adam! Damn everything!
"I missed you so much, Bells. I'm glad your okay." My dad said while hugging me. I was only gone for two weeks. Well, it seemed like two weeks. I lost track of time.
"You're not mad at me? I mean, I was in another state. Aren't you supposed to be mad at me?" I whispered.
"I understand you needed your freedom. After what happened with-"he hesitated before continuing. "your mother. I know that must have been hard for you, sweetie. I'm just happy your home. I couldn't bear to lose you, too." Shit, guilt trip. Why did he have to bring up my-my-my mother?
We pulled away from our hug. I started heading inside and noticed my dad wasn't following me; he was heading towards the cruiser.
"Hey, daddy? "
"Hm?" he turned around.
"Where you going?"
"Sorry, sweetie but my shift starts soon. I hope you'll be fine until I come home." I nodded and headed inside. Waiting in my living room were Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and lastly Edward. When I looked up to meet his gaze, he quickly averted my eyes. I frowned mentally at that. I ignored it and kept on walking upstairs towards my room.
"Should you have told her that-" I heard one of the guys say downstairs.
"No. she'll be perfectly fine." A tinkling voice cut off the other voice. What the heck are they talking about?
I walked into my room and I dropped my thing while my face got tainted with shock. Then it got tainted with furry. I marched downstairs and glared at them.
"Who the fuck redecorated my fucking room?!" I put emphasis on the word "my". Everyone was deathly silent.
"Well?! I want a fucking answer!" when no one answered I marched back upstairs and then made a dash for my room once my feet were off the staircase.
How dare they. How dare they! My mom decorated my room! She decorated it before that fucking drunk ass idiot killed her! The room was the last thing I had to remember her by! Wait. If they touched anything that I have in that special box, well, let's just say it's going to get a bit nasty.
I practically ripped open my closet door and started looking.
Acoustic guitar? Check.
Electric guitar? Check.
Bass? Check.
Box filled of mementos? Ch- oh hell no. Hell no. They fucking didn't.
"Ah!" I screamed in furry as I kicked the closet door once and then punched it. They had no fucking right to touch my things! I never gave them fucking permission!
"Bella? What's the matter? Don't you like your room?" I heard Alice say from behind me. Fuck this shit. I'm starting to see red.
"You." I said in a deathly voice while pointing an accusing finger at her. I know she was the one who had to redecorate it. She loves to shop and to put things in a modern fashion. Her fault.
"Me what?" she said innocently. As if she didn't know what she did!
"Why the fuck did you mess up my room?! Who even gave you permission to touch my things?! Answer me!" I was yelling now. When I start to see red, whoever messed with me would be wishing they were in hell than facing me right now.
"Well, I thought that you needed to stop living in the past-" I cut her off.
"Well you thought wrong!" I retorted back to her.
"Don't yell at her!" I looked behind Alice and saw Jasper was the one to yell at me.
"Then why did she fucking mess up my room and touched my things?!" I yelled back at him while approaching him. I don't fucking care if he's a vampire, no one has the right to touch my things!
"She wanted to do something for you to make you happy." He tried to explain.
"Does it look like I'm fucking happy?!"
"Then don't take it out on her or I'll end up attacking you for attacking Alice!"
I pointed a finger accusingly towards him.
"Listen here bud, I don't fucking care if you're a vampire. I wouldn't care if you were a human, but when people touch my things without my permission, I attack you!"
That was his last straw. He lunged at me. We fell on the ground with a thump. It so happened that one of my new crowbars was in arms length and I reached for it during the fall. I whacked Jasper on the head when we landed on the floor. He was surprised I had hit him and I managed to get out from underneath him. His family was just staring.
I dusted myself out, crowbar in hand ready to use in case I needed to defend myself again.
"Get. Out. Now." My voice was deathly as I said each word with venom.
"But Bella-" I don't know who I interrupted but I didn't care.
"Get out!" I yelled.
"Bella-"
"I said out!" I screamed again, pointed to my bedroom door with the crowbar.
"Bella, we're so sor-"
"I said get the fuck out! Out of my room and out of the house!" I was clenching my fist so hard that my knuckles were turning white and my whole arm was shaking with furry. They seemed to notice my arm and sadly walked out. I heard the front door close. I slammed my bedroom door close and locked it. I got the new lamp that was on a side drawer and threw it at the wall. I started going around the room and throwing things at the wall that didn't belong. Finally, I saw a picture of the Cullens on the night stand. I picked it up and smiled. Then, I threw it against the wall with all my force. The glass made a clinking sound as it fall on the floor and the picture frame made a thump as it hit the floor along with the glass.
I still had furry in me so I did the next best thing: I punched the wall. Hard.
"Ah!" I screamed as I punched it.
"Fucking shit!" I screamed when I heard something crack. I was also bleeding from my knuckles. There was a light throb that was getting painful by the second. I ignored it. I've been through worse.
Then, I broke down.
I fell to my knees then; I fell towards my right side, cradling my left fist against my chest as I fell towards the shattered glass from the picture frame beneath me. Sobs started racking my body while tears poured shamelessly out of my eyes.
I miss her. I miss my mom. I miss her so much.
I love you mommy. I thought to myself.
I barely realized what day of the week it was: a Sunday. Sunday bloody Sunday. Then, I let the darkness consume me.
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die, yeah
I wipe the tears from your eyes
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your bloodshot eyes
(Tonight, tonight)
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
(The real battle just begun)
Sunday bloody Sunday
(To claim the victory Jesus won on…)
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
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