Hello, new chapter...
nothing new to talk about really..... Did you hear that Brittany Murphy died? She was only 32. What a bummer.
"Okay, before we do anything else, let me warn you advance. You tell anyone I'm back and your head will roll," Caroline growled.
"What did you do?" I said through my teeth, anger pulsing through me.
"Why, whatever do you mean?" she smiled.
I threw my cell phone as hard as I could in her direction, which she neatly dodged, and it flew behind her and hit the wall, breaking. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" I screamed.
"Who?" she said calmly.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO!" I yelled. She just looked me. "EDWARD! THAT'S WHO! What?" I said, breathless.
"He never met you. He thinks you're some kind of stalker or something. That reminds me. I'll have to go to Forks and make Carlisle forget that conversation you guys had," she said.
"Why?" I said pressing my hand over my eyes then moving it up to run my hand through my hair. "Why did you have to come back and ruin everything with your disgusting, unwanted presence?" I said. She stood, her eyes furious.
"Bella, you just don't understand anything, do you?" she said. Tears burned my eyes and I walked over to her. I did something daring. I grabbed her shirt and looked straight into her eyes.
"No, YOU don't understand. You're going to turn everything back to the way it was before. NOW." I said. She put her hands on mine and pried them from her shirt.
"Don't touch me," she said in a flat, even voice. Then she threw me backwards through the air and sent me crashing against the wall. I landed on a dresser and broke a glass bowl thing. I felt my head bleeding and my vision was fuzzy. I heard her laughing before everything went black.
Edward cradled me against his chest. I felt like I was floating as he held me close, stroking my face and murmuring that he loved me over and over. I was content here, no pain, no interruptions, no confusion. Just us. Slowly, I began to remember and I could feel pain.
Edward didn't know who I was, and Caroline was back.
I opened my eyes to a dark hotel room. I sat up and slowly slid off the dresser I had passed out on. When my feet touched the ground my stomach turned, and I stumbled to the toilet.
I looked in the bathroom mirror. My lip was busted and there was a deep, long gash from my forehead to my temple. I wet a washcloth and pressed it gently to my cut. My back hurt, and the side I had landed on was cut up from the glass. My shirt was torn. I groaned in realization that I didn't have any clothes to change into.
I walked into the other room and sat on the floor against the bed. A sob escaped my chest and I peered up at the hotel phone on the nightstand. I picked up the receiver and dialed the number. I got an answer on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Jacob? It's Bella," I said, not bothering to hide my crying. "Please, you gotta help me."
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