Chapter 2

EPOV

Alice thought she knew everything. Why else would she want to call me every five minutes, begging me to go back? She knew I missed Bella; she wanted me to see her. In truth, she wanted to see Bella too.

They were best friends, she told me, it was more than rude to order her such distance.

But how was I supposed to allow her to see my angel? If Alice went back, I might want to also. I was afraid of taking such chances.

My phone rang just then. I ignored it, like I had before. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

The dust that settled around me seemed to grow thicker, my phone continued to ring.

Oh, how I missed Bella. The thought ran through my head and I groaned. No, I didn't want to think about that.

Oh, Bella.

My cell phone rang again. I growled and grabbed it out of my pocket, swirling up the dust beside me.

"Listen to me," I started through barred teeth. "You call me one more time and I might rip your head off!" I snapped the phone shut before I could hear her response.

I wasn't surprised that my phone went off again.

I brought my fist to the floor, causing splinters to fly.

"Alice," I said, trying to loosen my grip around the plastic I was bound to break. "I told you to leave me alone. Bella's better of without us, so stop calling me!"

I was about to close the phone again but Alice shrieked, "Wait!"

"What?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Edward, I had a vision."

"About?" I urged, though I didn't really care.

"About Bella." She whispered the name very quietly, but it still had the same tearing effect as it would have if she'd screamed it.

I sat there silently for a few moments.

"Edward, are you still there?"

"Yes," I croaked.

"Edward, you should go."

"What are you talking about Alice?" I whispered. "What did you see?"

She didn't respond.

"Alice!" I warned.

"I think she's in trouble."

Trouble? Well that sounded like Bella. "What kind of trouble?"

"I'm not so sure," she admitted.

"Well what the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"I couldn't really tell Edward!" she shouted. "But I'm scared," she said in a small voice.

Scared? Alice was scared?

"Alice, what's wrong with Bella?" I asked desperately, her name burning slightly on its way out.

"I saw her, with a guy" – my throat constricted, a guy? – "she looked like she was drunk."

"Drunk?"

"Yes."

No. That couldn't be right. That was simply impossible. Alice had gotten something wrong; Alice made a mistake – a horrible mistake.

"Alice…." I didn't know what to say.

"I know," she murmured.

"Maybe I can go to Forks," I said to myself.

"She's not in Forks," Alice told me.

"Well where the hell is she if she's not in Forks!?"

"New York."

New York? What was Bella doing in New York?

Hanging out with another guy, the voice in my head answered. I leaned over in pain.

"I may be able to catch the next plane," I murmured.

"I want to come too."

I was going to tell her no, but she hung up.

I stared at the floor.

Another guy.

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