Tier in Geist
Outtake 1: Jessica Stanley
The tale of how Jessica Stanley got arrested.
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Jessica was worried; she hadn't heard from James or the others in some time, and she hadn't expected it to take this long; it was well into morning, almost eleven.
She had sat all night, both nervous and excited. Excited, because after the job was carried through, she would finally be able to be with Edward, and he would no longer have to pretend to be the mate of that horrible, little creature, Isabella Swan. Where does she get off, anyway, Jessica thought angrily, convincing MY guy to act like her mate; she must have a lot of money, or be willing to do ANYTHING to get him. She's probably just letting him in her bed whenever he wants. Well, I'll offer him that, as well, and more.
Excited, because no matter how much she knew that James wouldn't let her down – or, more importantly, her father's daughter down – she couldn't help but wonder if something would go wrong. What if Edward and Isabella really are mates? She asked herself, before shaking her head free of the thoughts. Don't think like that, Jessica, you know he belongs with you, and not her.
She was relieved when the knock came in the door, knowing that the job must have been completed since they had returned. It may have taken a little longer than they had first estimated, but at least it was done.
She stood up from the seat she had been in all night, straightening out her clothes and her hair before calmly making her way to the door. Even though she wanted to run to it, to receive the news that Edward Cullen was finally hers, she knew she couldn't do that; she had to appear that she had all the time in world.
With her hand on the door knob, she took a deep breath. She opened the door with a smile, which quickly dropped into a wide-eyed look of fright as she saw who was in front of her.
"Hello, Miss Stanley. May I come in for a moment?" Chief Swan asked her, moving her to the side and stepping through the doorway without waiting for her answer. She gulped, before taking a quick glance around outside – making sure nobody else had seen him arrive – and closing the door softly, whimpering slightly before turning around and making her way back to the kitchen, where she could hear the Chief making a cup of coffee for himself.
Pausing at the doorway, she prepared for a conversation she had hoped she would never have.
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As young Jessica entered the kitchen, Charlie Swan was just sitting down in one of the chairs that circled the oval shaped table in the middle. He had made himself a good, strong cup of coffee – with one cream and two sugars, just the way he took it at home – and watched the girl sit across from him.
He continued to stare at her, watching in vague amusement as she fidgeted in obvious discomfort. The few times that she looked up to meet his eyes, he saw blatant fear in them – she knew why he was here, but knowing her, she would most likely play innocent.
And that's exactly what she did. As she watched the Chief finished the last mouthful of his cup of coffee, she cleared her throat, trying to appear as collected as possible in front of this man – the father of her enemy. "Don't think that it isn't a pleasure to see you, Chief Swan, but is there a reason you are here? I wasn't expecting anybody." She asked politely, and sweetly, wanting to make him forget about what he was most likely thinking about. She was hoping, against hope, that maybe he was here for a different reason. Maybe he wanted to talk to her parents, and if that were the case, she would tell him they were out of town – they had gone to Seattle for a business trip – and he would be on his way.
"Well, Miss Stanley; I received a phone call early this morning. Do you know who it was from?" He asked her, enjoying her squirming. She shook her head, no, looking down at a scratch on the table. "It was from Dr. Cullen. Can you think of any reason why I would receive a phone call from him, today, very early in the morning?" He asked again.
"No, sir," she mumbled; her fears had been confirmed. Something had gone wrong last night, and James wouldn't be coming. If the police knew that she was involved, he was most likely already in custody.
"Well, it seems that late last night, while all of them were just enjoying a night together with their mates, three people had walked up the driveway and knocked on their door. Now, not used to having visitors, Dr. Cullen let them in, thinking that it may be some hikers who had gotten lost in the woods and needed help. The three people weren't lost hikers, though, Miss Stanley. They ended up attacking Dr. Cullen and his family, seeming to center around my daughter, Bella, and her mate, Edward." He was watching her closely as he spoke, and delighted in the way she grew tenser with every word he spoke.
"Excuse me, Chief Swan, but what does this have to do with me?" She asked him, continuing the innocent act. It nearly drove him to lash out at her, but he remained calm – well, as calm as he could in this situation.
"Well, it seems that the leader – a James Tremblay, the very same James Tremblay known to be associated with your father, Miss Stanley, and a known street fighter and wanted man – told the Cullens a little about why he was doing it. He said something about a girl wanting Edward to herself, and wanting to get rid of Edward's mate, my daughter, in order to be with him." He smiled stiffly at her, letting her know that he knew exactly what he was doing. "He also said the name of this girl – the one who had planned to kill my daughter. Do you know who could have done this?"
She didn't answer him, only continued to look down at the table and gulp. Tears were filling her eyes, knowing there was no way she could get out of this one. Why did I trust that idiot, James, to do this? He wasn't supposed to mention me at all! She knew that he had appeared a little too confident, and she would be the first to admit that she had never asked anybody to kill someone before, but he should have realized that if something went wrong, he shouldn't mention anything about the plan, or her connection to the plan. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. She recalled from a movie she had seen once, with Lauren.
"No, sir," she mumbled, having the feeling that he wanted this to continue.
"He said it was your idea, Miss Stanley. You wanted somebody to go out there, and kill my daughter; all because you wanted Edward. You knew that they were a mated couple, and you knew that Bella was the daughter of the Chief of Police. You must have known, also, that you wouldn't get away with it; I would have never stopped until I have discovered who was responsible for taking away my daughter." A lump had rose to his throat, and he had to pause for a moment, to keep his voice from breaking, and to remind himself that Bella was alive and well, in the arms of her mate, where she belonged. "You know what's going to happen now, right?" He asked her, knowing what her answer would be.
"No, sir," she spoke to the table top.
He smiled slightly, standing up and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He walked around her, taking her trembling hands in his own, and pulling them roughly behind her back, clipping them together. "Jessica Stanley, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of my daughter. You have the right to remain silent; everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." He spoke professionally.
He brought her outside, and to her credit, he thought that it was smart of her not to fight him off and to take the advice of remaining silent – not many people did that. Waiting for them outside were two of Charlie's officers, who were going to bring her in. They put her in the back of their cruiser, and just before closing the door, Charlie leaned in and smiled.
"Don't mess with my daughter." He whispered, continuing to smile as the tears rolled down her face.
Jessica's last thought before the cruiser took her away from her home was: My parents are going to kill me for this.
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Okay, first of all, I know Charlie may have seemed a little harsh at the end, with the whole 'continuing to smile as the tears rolled down her face' thing, but imagine if you were looking at the person responsible for a plan to take away your only child? You'd be a little mean, too, don't you think?
Anyways, outtake number 1; I have to say, this is the outtake I looked most forward to writing, hence why I wrote it first. Hoped you liked it!
Review, please! And if there is anything you would like to read about that wasn't in the story, be sure to tell me, and I'll plan an outtake for it!
'Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad.' - Author Unknown