The courses of true love never did run smooth
--William Shakespeare
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight. Sorry. Sorry for any typing/grammar errors on here. I'm trying to fix that.
I drove back home, blinking back tears the entire ride home. I wouldn't stay here any longer, watching them be happy with their lives. I didn't know what I would do. I couldn't think it through either.
I made back too soon. My tears hadn't stopped and I looked horrible. Charlie would be asking questions tonight. Would I be able to answer them? Oh, you know, Charlie, that Jake is a werewolf, right? Yeah, see he kind of imprinted on this girl and can't stay away from her. So now, I'm going to sit on the sidelines watching their happily ever after.
I turned off the engine off my truck before it could give me away. I needed some time to plan a response for Charlie. I didn't know how long I was out there, but shadows began to grow and the sun began to set. My sun had set. It began to get cold in my ancient truck, so I reluctantly opened the door and went in too make dinner for Charlie.
How could I pretend that everything was fine when it wasn't? I went through normal actions, trying to fool my dad. He wasn't the most observant person out there, but he wasn't stupid either.
Dinner was finished, chicken enchiladas. Charlie had perfect timing, a nose for food. "Dad, dinner's ready." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.
"Smells good, Bells." I didn't know how Charlie could have lived for the seventeen years before I got here. All he ate was pizza and take out Chinese. I thought he would end up having a heart attack like his good friend Harry.
"Bella, you okay? I've called you almost five times. Something on your mind?" I was in the middle of planning my escape tonight. I wasn't staying any longer that necessary. I wasn't going to put myself through any more pain this week.
"Dad, I want to leave. I don't want to stay here anymore." I felt bad, using the 'I-don't-like-it-here-anymore' line my mother used, but I was desperate. He wouldn't let me go if I told him the real reason. No father would. But my father, police chief of Forks, would go and get every officer out there after Jake if I told him the real reason. I didn't have Jake anymore, but that didn't mean I didn't want someone else to have him.
"Why? I thought you liked it here. What about Jake?" I involuntarily flinched when he said Jacob's name and he jumped to conclusions. "What did he do to you? Are you hurt? Tell me what he did and I swear he'll regret it!"
"Dad! Calm down! He didn't do anything! He found a girlfriend, that's all." Girlfriend, more like lifelong soul mate. "I just don't like it here in Forks as much as I thought I did. People can change their minds."
"But not you! I know my own daughter. You stick with your decisions, even when you hate them. You're so stubborn that no one can sway you! Why do you want to leave all of the sudden?" He looked at me, expectant.
"I'm not sure, Dad. But I can't take it here anymore. I don't want to settle down here. It's not me. Dad, I'm leaving, tonight."
"Isabella! You will do no such thing! It's late and getting dark. At least wait until tomorrow and think it through. You don't mean it right now!"
"But I do mean it. I meant all of it. I love you, Dad, but I don't love it here. I don't see how you can either." He knew what I meant. How could he keep looking around, seeing the memories of what should have been if he just went after her?
"Bella, you can't leave." His resolve was wearing down. He knew he was losing. I was leaving without or without him, and if he wanted a proper good bye, then he better agree with me. "You can't leave with nothing."
"I have some things, Dad. I have my truck, and my savings. I know you'll always be here and I'll come back as soon as I need, or want, to. I promise I'll stay in touch and you'll know where I am, but I can't stay here!" He looked defeated.
"Okay, Bella. I can't stop you. I need you to know that I'll always be here. You can come home any time and make sure I know where you are. If you go missing, Ill have everyone out looking for you."
"Thank you, Dad. I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me, too." I rushed while I was putting the plates in the sink and clearing the table. Me, being me, tripped multiple times and took even longer than usual to get everything done. I raced upstairs to pack what little things I had brought with me; a picture of the three of us when I was younger, my iPod, a few pairs of clothes, and my sock that was always filled with some amount of money.
I threw my things in the car and walked back inside to say goodbye to Charlie. It was awkward to say the least. Charlie and I were never ones for expressing our emotions. "Bye, Bella. I'll be waiting for you to come back." Those were the words that haunted me, along with all other goodbyes, on my car ride to nowhere.
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I drove. That's all I did. I didn't think, didn't remember, and didn't plan. Just drove. What else was there for me to do? I hadn't kept track of time. I only stopped when I the car needed gas and when my hunger got the best of me.
I called Charlie everyday on the cell phone he had given me for emergencies. He knew I was safe, well not dead at least. I wasn't dead in that sense. I still moved, breathed, ate, slept. But I wasn't Bella. I was robotic, answering to no one, not even myself.
I slept in my car, not wanting to waste any of my dwindling supply of cash. Sometimes, when I thought I was in control, I thought about the times when life was so much simpler, when I only had to worry about what I would eat in the morning.
My control wasn't that great though. Often, I ended up having to pull over because I couldn't see through my tears or the hole that used to be my chest was throbbing much to painfully for me to even consider driving.
I didn't know how far I'd gotten. I knew I'd been driving north the entire time, but I had no idea whether I was in Canada or about to drive off the edge of a cliff. The further I drove, the colder it got. I don't think my heater could take much more of it. My Chevy, which should be used as a tribute to all other ancient trucks around the world, was just about worn out.
I couldn't focus on driving. My mind had other things to think about, unpleasant things that I shouldn't be thinking, but at the same time didn't want to stop thinking about. Multiple times I had to swerve out of the way of on-coming trucks that were about to run me over.
The clock in my car let me know it was 3:30 in the morning. No one was on the road, so I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been. Granted, no one should be up at 3 in the morning, let alone driving around the world, well as far as a I could go in a truck. I didn't see it coming when a small, silver Volvo came out of nowhere and crashed into me.
Glass was everywhere. Both of our cars were totaled. My vision was blurring, but I didn't want to let the darkness win yet. I couldn't move, everything hurt when I did. We both should have been dead. I was lucky I was still breathing. The person from the other car was up and rung towards me, a worried expression on their face.
He was saying something. I didn't know what. I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't feel anything either. Come to think of it, I can barely see any either.
The blackness was winning, slowly creeping over what was left of my vision. I last thing I saw was the Greek god helping me in whatever way he could.
SONG: State to State by The Goodnight Anthem
Thanks to Sendmeonmyway for letting me use her idea for a crash. You guys should check out her story, My Favorite Accident. It's really good. But wait until after you review, of course!