A/N: And now for chapter number three, which is done.
A Special Thanks To: laughingsadness, Golden Eyes Silver Fangs, Bec, Emma, and Suma Susaki. Thanks you guys, I was kind of disappointed with the turnout (amount or reviews) of my chapter 2, but the ones I did get were so wonderful. You guys are so awesome, you don't know how much it means to me. I sometimes wish I could go back and change the whole Bella seeing things, but oh well, so far I still think its working out quite nicely. Thanks once more.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor shall ever, own the plot or characters of Twilight, which belong solely to the wonderful Stephenie Meyers.
Genre: Romance/Drama/Supernatural/Mystery/Adventure/slight Action/some Angst, sorry not very good at this part, my stories usually have about everything in them.
Rating: PG-13(T)
Summary: They say your senior year is the beginning of something new, the end of your childhood, and a great change in your life. Bella will find out how true those words are as she is forced to face things she only dreamt about.
Heart's Pain
By: Dark Huntress
Chapter 3: Jacob Black
The wind blew through the shattered glass, sending a shiver along the pale skin of the injured girl. Her features were pale, death like, her lungs taking in great amounts of oxygen faster that need be. A thrumming drove out the song of crickets, taking her several moments to realize her heart was gushing.
Looking up into the night air, Bella found her muscles barely able to support her small body weight. Shards of crystalline tears cut into her hands as she gripped the driver side door, slipping through the window, tearing her clothing. Crimson rivers stained her alabaster skin, marking a trail of tears that would someday fall. The truck groaned, a last minute sign of death as it crumbled, wanting to give up in the mighty struggle.
Bella felt her arms shake as she fell hard to the ground, mud caking her scrapes, biting her with rage. She stood then, testing her weight, knees buckling , her body crashing. Each image from the nightmare reality flashing brightly once more, bringing forth the torment. Cold eyes, gleaming orange, dark body, silver claws.
No one had come, though in the back of her mind, she hadn't expected any less, fully understanding that perhaps no one was paying attention. The ground seemed to quake under her feet, rolling and moving as she placed a hand to her head. Bella knew the possibility of a concussion, but had no way to reach help.
"Bella! Are you okay?" Jacob Black strolled from the coverage of the shadowed world, a quickly sliver of something crossing his eyes, but gone to quickly for Bella to see.
He gently pulled her away from the damaged vehicle, his features etched with concern, his mouth set grim. Each line that betrayed the youth were defined, standing out ahead of the rest of his chiseled face. He was quite handsome, for a human, and Bella knew that soon girls would flock to his side. But the throb soon edged everything away, the constant ache of her skull much more prominent than her useless thinking. Only one thing stood out above all the rest, what was Jacob doing at night on the Cullen's acreage?
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"Well, Miss. Swan, you seem to be a regular visitor," a young woman, not over the age of twenty eight, checked a few things off her list, glancing at the schoolgirl periodically.
"Yeah, well, I seem to enjoy your company," Bella didn't know why she was being so cynical, the woman was kind, and teasing, but the gleam of orange still was there.
"Ok, well, just a few more questions," she sat down at this point, discarding her shoes in frustration. "Do you use any kind of IV drugs?"
"No."
"Do you take any meth, crack, speed, ecstasy, etc.?"
"No."
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"How about chew?"
"No."
"When was your last period?"
"I...don't remember."
"You don't?"
"No, my head hurts."
"Very well, then I must ask when you last were sexually active? Were you ever?"
"No."
"Ok, that's it for now Miss. Swan, Dr. Cullen will see you soon."
Bella lifted her head up at that, surprised to hear the vampire was coming, hadn't he been at home? It didn't matter, all she could figure was that he was worried, because there were other doctors who patrolled the night watch. Things were slightly fuzzy, bringing her further into a world that twisted as one.
Orange shot before her eyes, the haunting memories turning things into a glowing remembrance that didn't exist. Each tick of the wall clock made her fingers cling harder onto her jeans, small indentions working into her thighs as she desperately clung to sanity. The world was moving too quickly, spinning and tilting too fast for her body to handle.
"Bella?" looking up in surprise, Bella met the concerned gaze of Carlisle, his blonde hair slightly disheveled.
"Hey, guess I got into trouble again," he seemed to smile, slightly relieved that she wasn't at Death's Door anytime soon.
"I can see that, do you remember what happened?" Bella found it hard to concentrate as the doctor probed her head, feeling for bumps and bruises.
Hissing as he ran across a very tender area, she was surprise to find his fingers covered with blood. Watching him as he furrowed his brow, Bella felt like retching as the sickening scent of the metallic salt reached her nose. Closing her eyes as the room spun faster than ever, she tried counting a few sheep, hoping that it would distract her enough from the scent. Instead, it only brought her back to where she had been before, for following every sheep was a great wolf with glowing eyes.
"It seems you have some glass embedded there, you'll need stitches," wincing at the gruesome word, Bella awoke from her head, staring at him with reluctance.
"Yeah, I remember what happened," she answered his earlier question, trying to speak as he slowly cleaned her wound. "I was driving home, still fuming about Edward. I stopped on the road for certain reasons. I was thinking, and I saw a shadow moving outside. Then a big wolf was at my windows, he pushed my truck, he had orange eyes."
Wincing, Bella relived the moments in her mind, watching with horror as it replayed over and over again. He had numbed her head slightly, but she still could feel each shard of glass being removed from her cut. She could feel the blood caking her hair, and she internally shuttered at the fact she would have to wash it with her own fingers.
"Wolves aren't native to this area Bella," as if she needed reminded of that detail, she thought sarcastically, but didn't say out loud.
"I know, but it was, and he was huge, like coming up to my chest huge," he quirked an eyebrow at her, clearly trying to figure out if she had a concussion or not.
"Bella, you did hit you're head," Carlisle seemed very reluctant to except anything she was saying to him, which made her even more upset.
"Yes, but this was before all that, if you can be real, then this monstrous beast can be too. Beside that would explain the scrapes along Mr. Thompson's van," once she had mentioned this she realized instantly that this was not what Carlisle had wanted to hear.
"That could have been caused by the brush Bella, there was quite a bit of it there," scowling at his persistence, Bella found herself bulling up even more, determined to prove she was right.
"This was what you guys were keeping secret wasn't it? You knew something was in the area," Bella felt ecstatic, but quickly came off her high as a slight tug on her stitches made her cringe.
"Bella, I think you better go," his voice was pleasant as he steered her towards the door, telling that Chief Swan was waiting for her.
Looking back over her shoulder, and pondering the more recent turn of events, she silently made up her mind to figure out everything one way or another. She knew that they were trying to protect her, and Edward was trying to let her go, but she would have none of either. She would have to question Jacob, perhaps he had seen the great animal as well. If he did, then it would be one more word to her cause.
Charlie was sitting in the waiting room, twirling his officer hat in his hands, looking down at the ground in fear. His body was slumped, making him look years older than his true age. Biting her lip, Bella touched her father's shoulder. He jumped beneath her touch, looking up at her, relief washing through his worn features.
Standing, they walked out the doors, and for one of the few times in her life, felt good to enter the cruiser. It smelled of leather and old soda, the cans having been discarded on the floor at her feet. Looking at the junkyard, she smiled wistfully as she felt the comfort once more wash over, her earthly angel may not be watching over her, but her heavenly one was.
Charlie started the vehicle, and turned onto the highway, mumbling under his breath about totaled and insurance. Bella sighed, knowing that her wonderful truck hadn't made it after all, it had saved her life, but would not be returned to her anymore. She could just imagine the insurance skyrocketing until she was in her mid twenties, it wasn't even her fault. But try explaining to those people that a human sized wolf had attacked her in the quiet countryside of Forks, Washington. The only thing that would gain would be a trip to a psychiatrist and some heavy drugs.
Smirking, Bella thought of a make believe session with the psychiatrist, those times would have to be very dull, especially since she couldn't tell the doctor almost any of her life. And she was a horrid liar, so it would probably consist of herself remaining silent and the other writing notes and staring at her. Ridiculous.
The house came into view, the forest receding to show the small home she had belonged to for just one year. No matter what happened in the future, she knew she could never call the house with her mother her home anymore. This house was filled with such memories, such happiness that she couldn't bear to part with it anymore than necessary.
Shutting the door behind her, Bella felt the cool air hit her full force, the scent of damp earth reaching her nose. A slight mist had begun to fall, something that wasn't at all unusual, for the town was constantly shrouded in gray as the clouds covered the sun from view. That was the only thing she missed about Phoenix, was the hot sun and warm beaches.
"Bells, you might want to call Renee," turning on her father, Bella felt her heart speed in rhythm, he had called her mother!
"Dad, how could you!" rushing into the house, Bella felt herself reluctantly heading to the wall phone, knowing what was to come.
Sure as she expected it to be, Bella was on the phone for the next hour reassuring her mother that all was well. Every other sentence was filled with "I'm fine" and other things similar to that, while she told her mom what had happened, making up a few things along the way. Soon she had wanted to talk to Charlie, probably to rant about how irresponsible he was, but it let her get away to take the shower she so desperately needed.
The water was red hot, steam filling the small communal bathroom she used, yet she couldn't feel the warmth. Maybe shock was setting in, she didn't know, but she felt that her skin was colder than all of her vampire friends' put together. Rubbing her hands along her uppers arms, she tried to shake off the images of those horrid eyes and gleaming moonlit fangs. She was petrified of this animal, scared that it would come again and take her down.
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Bella threw herself on her bed, bouncing slightly as her wet chocolate hair flew up above her. Closing her eyes was a bad idea, each time she was flooded with images, images she didn't want to see. She had had only one automobile accident prior to this one, and that had been the icy day when Tyler's van had almost ran her over, if it hadn't been for Edward's quick reaction, she'd be a pancake. But even then, she had had something to distract herself from the terror, the mystery of Edward, but now, all she had, was terrifying orange eyes.
Rolling onto her side, she grabbed her disc man, putting on the headphones, and putting on Phil's favorite band again. The blaring guitar chords and thrumming drums drove away the outside world, letting her sink into a world free of fear. For now anyways. Singing the lyrics, for by this time she knew them by heart, Bella fell into a world of dreams.
A blinding light flew into her view, momentarily disabling her vision as she tried to move forward. The brakes were jammed, she could hear the engine roar each time she hit it, but the slight squeal of the tires echoed loudly. Turning she tried to undo her seatbelt, fighting back the rising bile that threatened to turn her inside out. All the other occupants seemed to not understand, or didn't care, that they were in horrid trouble, for they didn't try to escape.
The belt wouldn't move, and the doors didn't seemed like they wanted to help either. Turning once more to stare at the white light, she was meant with closeness of it all. Her breath hitched as she struggled, the others finally cluing in and fighting for freedom. A man was beside her, moving his mouth rapidly. The girls in the backseat, screamed, or at least they were open mouthed, in terror each time it drew closer and closer. Mute was the only sound she could hear, besides the growing fear that was building rapidly in her own body.
Bella awoke shaking, running her hands over her flesh as she stared out in the lightning lit sky. The thunder rolled through the walls, bouncing from one point to the next. Each storm brought on another yearning for Phoenix, yet she was irreversibly stuck in this small town til, at least, the end of her days.
Reaching for a few brochures, she let a few silent tears roll down her alabaster face. It was so hard, so hard to have to think about this when this wasn't what she really wanted in the first place. She didn't want to leave, leave Forks, leave Charlie, leave him. But, she knew, that she could not wait for him to make a decision, if he didn't change his mind, no matter the hurt, she had to leave. Even though she only planned to go to Seattle for college, or even Port Angeles, she had a feeling that once there, she would never see this life again. It would be too painful.
Flipping through some of them, she watched as the picture flew before, revealing smiling cheerleaders, and a winning football game. Students sitting on the lawn studying why they smiled apologetically up at the camera. Another was of the very front of the school, many couples smiling and talking, looking like they loved where they were. Maybe they did, but she doubted it.
Bella looked at her clock then, groaning at the time. Midnight. It wasn't anywhere near a decent time to wake. So much for her plan of an early rising. Throwing the pamphlets in frustration, she immediately stood, shoveling around her now cluttered room. Maybe she could clean up a bit, but hardly before it crossed her mind, she decided not to, it felt more like a home this way.
Her library was scant, hardly anything was on the shelves, and she wondered if she ever would find a bookstore worth her time. Doubtful. Switching on her computer, she listened intently at the thrum as it started up. Clicking on the dial button, she waited impatiently for the thing to connect, hoping that it would.
Pop ups sprung up on the screen, many, many of them. Clicking them closed, Bella clicked on her email, a slight tremor of fear working up her as she realized the size that would have accumulated over her several week absence. She shuddered once more, wondering how many were from Mom, this was going to be bad. And she was right.
There were forty-three emails unread, forty-two of them from her mother, the other from a college that was interested. Slowly sifting through the junk, she caught herself smiling as each one grew more and more hysterical. She felt sorry for her mother, but this was getting ridiculous.
Sighing, she decided to write one long email about how school was going, including all the teachers. Everything that seemed something important to a normal teenage senior girl, it was hard. She tried to think on Jessica's terms, that was hard, and rather dull once you thought about it. She had never really considered it, but didn't her friend have anything better to do than gossip on the latest dirt. That was an easy answer, no.
Turning off the computer in frustration, she sat once more on her bed, unwilling to go back to sleep. The hours slowly strolled by, and she meant at a turtle's pace, until the lightening of the dark black sky, turned gray pale. She watched the dawn arise, and felt worried as another day started anew. What would this day bring?
Standing, her muscles groaning, Bella looked out her window, knowing that he would be there today, for the sun wasn't out. She didn't want to face him yet, even though her body yearned for his presence. They couldn't stay in the same room it seemed anymore, without another fight breaking loose. And when it came down to it, it boiled down to one point, one subject that he refused to face.
Sliding on a V-necked blue sweater, and another pair jeans, she brushed through her long hair, mentally wishing for sunny beaches. She could wear short sleeves and shorts, oh what a dream. Of course it wouldn't happen as long as she stayed in a place like this. Sighing, and brushing her teeth, she headed downstairs, already feeling totally depressed.
Snagging her jacket, along with her bag, she opened the door and shut it behind her. Heading for the rental Charlie had got, she screeched when a white hand shot out to stop her from opening her door. Turning quickly, Bella felt her heart slowly resume to its normal pace, her hand falling to her chest as she breathed in and out slowly.
"Sorry about that," Alice giggled, bouncing from foot to foot, finding the human's expression amusing.
"Yeah, whatever," stooping over and picking up her backpack, since she had dropped in her shock.
"You're supposed to ride with me," Bella looked up in surprise, seeing Edward's Volvo parked behind her truck.
"Why?" Alice turned at her friend's questions, raising one brow, and bringing a fingertip to her chin, deliberating.
"Um, because I was told to," Alice turned, hoping that would end the conversation, but the sound of her friend clearing her throat stopped her still.
"Don't think so, I can drive myself, or Edward could have," Alice turned, slightly scowling as her friend quizzed her more.
"Right after your guys' fight, yeah right," waving her hand to dismiss the human, the young vampiress mentally hoped this would work.
"Don't think so," Bella placed her hands on her small hips, scowling at the small girl. "There is nothing wrong with me driving, unless you guys are worried about that wolf. And if that was so, Edward would want to protect me himself, even if he was still upset. Why are you here?"
"Carlisle told me to come watch you, since you bumped your head, so he doesn't want you to drive. And...Edward...needed to go hunting," Alice smirked to herself, happy at her statement.
"Nope, its Thursday, Edward goes hunting on Fridays so he doesn't miss too many days," Bella glared, catching the worry in the other's eyes.
"Um, well, ok, maybe he didn't go hunting, but he isn't around," Alice smiled, clapping herself on the back, hoping that was the end of it.
"Where did he go Alice?" Alice sighed as Bella persisted, she didn't want to tell her this way, but it seemed she had no choice.
"He's in...Alaska."
A/N: Uh oh, Edward skipped town. Hehehehe. I hope you guys liked this chapter, please R&R!
Dark Huntress