I'm on a freaking role! I've been itching to write this chapter ever since I figured out how I wanted this story to end. I hope you like it, because I cried at one point while I wrote. But I've been working all day while I've been 'getting well', so I'm pleased that I wrote it this fast.
Thank you to all of you who have been reading and reviewing! I'm so close to 100 reviews (which doesn't sound like a lot, but I think I have to complete this story before I get more).
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Bella's POV
On my eighth birthday, I was upstairs playing in my bedroom with my brand new paint set. I remember very vividly trying to make the blob of red paint on the easel become a rose bud.
I also remember the feeling of panic that flew through me, the feeling that something was wrong.
I remember dropping the bottle of red paint on the carpet when I felt the urge to run downstairs. Something was wrong. I took the stairs two at a time, and when I burst through the front door, I saw that Renee had fallen down the front steps of the house. She had hit her head, knocked unconscious. I'll never forget that feeling that filled me that day in my bedroom. It was as if every nerve in my body came alive, and was screaming at me to go downstairs.
Sitting in the Cullen's living room with Alice to my left and Rose to my right, every single one of my nerves came alive, screaming at me to get off that couch. I gasped and jumped to my feet, Alice falling over now that her support cushion was gone.
"Something's wrong," I whispered. My chest ached as I said this, and I looked around the room in panic. Jacob was sitting on the recliner in the corner of the room, reading the user manual for the game he was trying to play, Rose was reading a book and Alice had apparently been asleep.
"Bella?" Jacob looked up in confusion at my rigid stance. I looked up at the large window that covered the wall. We had come to a consensus about leaving the curtains open even though it was raining out. We wanted to see the moment the guys came home. My eyes were glaring through the night, looking for the slightest hint that they were already there, waiting to come in the door with smiles on their faces.
There was nothing but a blurred curtain of water, falling from the sky.
"Something is wrong!" I screamed. Everyone jumped up, and Alice leaned over to grab her cell phone. I knew she was calling Jasper.
"Bella, what's going on?" Rose asked. I tried to focus on her face in front of me, but I could hear a humming noise in my ears.
"Edward," I whispered. Alice was on the phone, and Jacob was speaking softly into his radio. My mind was racing with thoughts. I knew this wasn't going to end right. I knew I shouldn't have let the guys try this idiotic plan. I shouldn't have let Jasper and Emmett put him at risk, I shouldn't have let Edward put himself at risk!
"Jasper!" Alice yelled into the phone. My eyes darted to her, and I realized she had a look of panic on her face. Did I make her look like that? What if I was overreacting? Alice had her finger in her ear, straining to listen to what Jasper was saying on the other end.
"What happened?" I yelled. I ripped my arm out of Rose's grasp and rushed to Alice's side. My face was about two inches from Alice's face, and I could hear some the static filled conversation she was having with Jasper.
"I'm sorry Alice, I am so sorry," Jasper was saying. "He's gone. We don't know where he is." I grabbed the phone from Alice, silencing her with a look. Shoving it to my ear, I noticed the sound of several people talking and even sirens in the background. And then I heard my father. My police chief father.
"Dad?" I whispered. "Jasper, is that my dad?" I could hear Jasper's breathing stop.
"Bella?" he asked. His voice sounded panicked.
"Jasper! Is that my fucking dad?!" I screamed. And the sound of Jasper crying is what made every bit of my strength dissolve.
"Bella, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jasper's voice was broken; no longer the strong and gentle tone that would soothe me when I needed comfort. "We didn't get there in time, and they figured out how to get around the metal thing. They took him before we got there, and we don't know where he is!"
The phone fell from my hand, ricocheting off of the floor before hitting my foot. Alice's pale hand shot out to pick it up, and then I was being lowered to the couch. Jacob was in front of my face, forcing me to focus.
"Bella, what is happening? What were they doing?" I couldn't answer him. I could only think of Edward. The way he held me, the way his smile became lopsided when he knew he was caught doing something adorable. The way his right eyebrow rose when he trailed kisses down my stomach, and he heard a moan escape from my lips. The way his fingers glided over the black and white keys of his piano, playing for me as if I were the only one in the room. The way his gold eyes stared at me with all the love in the world. The way he told me he loved me. The feeling of my arms around him as we rode on his bike.
"Oh my God," I whispered. Alice and Rose continued to talk and cry into the phone as they spoke with Jasper. Only when Jacob grabbed the phone from them did they sink onto the couch with me.
"I'm so sorry guys," Rose said tearfully. Of course; why should I be the main one freaking over Edward? It's Alice's brother.
"Alice, I'm sorry," I cried. We sat there, holding each other, tears pouring down our cheeks. Shock? Is that what this was? Patrick and Kaiden had Edward… actually tookhim. Was he dead? Were they torturing him somehow? Would we ever know?
Rose's cell phone started to ring then, and she shifted only for a second to grab it before she leaned back into me.
"Hello?" she answered. I felt bad for whoever was on the other end of that call. Rose didn't cry. Ever.
"Daddy, no, I'm sorry. It's a long story, but Edward's been… what?" Rose's eyes shot up to meet mine. She looked panicked. "No, Emmett didn't tell me he called you. I'm sorry, I'm at Alice's with her and Bella. We're waiting for news on Edward." Rose squeezed her eyes shut and started to shake her head.
"No! I'm not leaving! We're safe, dad, I'm with the others and one of the officers is here to watch us. I'm not fucking leaving!" Rose listened for only a second more before she slammed her phone shut and threw it across the room.
"Fucking ass hole!" she yelled. Jacob was standing in the corner of the room, staring at us as if he didn't know what to do. I didn't blame him one bit for standing so far away. Three emotional females in the same room sounds very scary.
"He's coming to get me," Rose whispered. He was taking her away? I ran my hand through my hair, pushing the strands that had come loose from my ponytail away from my face. Rose needed to be here. I needed her. I looked over at Alice. She needed her too.
"Please don't leave," I whispered. We sat on that couch, molded to each other until the headlights of a truck pulled into the driveway. We didn't move an inch; we knew who it was. Jacob answered the door, and a tall man walked in. His face was pale when he stared at Jacob in his uniform. I had to admit, the six foot six monstrosity he was would intimidate anyone… especially in uniform and with a gun.
"Rosalie," the man spoke. His hair was the same blonde color as Rose, and he was about the same height as Edward. Edward. He was clearly uncomfortable about everything that was going on, and didn't know what to say.
"I told you dad, I'm not leaving," Rose snapped. She was clinging to me as if I were a lifeline. Her eyes were glued to me, almost begging me to somehow make her stay.
"Please don't take her away from us right now," I said softly. I knew Rose's father could hear me. He looked pained to hear me, and he even had the decency to close his eyes.
"I am so sorry about all of this, please believe me." He opened his eyes and looked directly at Alice. "I hope they find him, Alice. I know Edward is a good boy. But I can't put Rosalie in this position. I need to make sure she's safe." And just like that he was stepping forward and pulling Rose off of the couch. We were all crying, and I saw the anger in Rose's eyes. I couldn't believe this man was making her leave. After everything that was going on, after he heard that her best friend was taken, he was still making her leave. He was taking her away from me, from Alice, from us. When Emmett got back, he would be livid.
In a blur, Rose was hugging us bye, telling us that she would be calling us every five seconds to check in. And just like that, she was gone, her fathers' truck was backing out of the driveway.
And then there were three. Three clueless people, waiting on news. Jacob kept checking in with my father, asking if they had anything new. And I would hear Charlie's gruff voice tell Jacob that they were still looking—no news yet.
"Tell Bella I love her," Charlie told Jacob at one point as the sun sank behind a mountain. I knew that the chance of finding Edward in the dark was slim to none. How was I going to get through the night without him? He'd been there for me so much, and now he was alone out there with the two psychopaths.
Was he hurt? Did they hurt my Edward?
Alice's cell phone rang then, but she didn't move to answer it. Instead I was the one that cringed when I saw 'Dad' light the screen. I looked down to tell Alice her father was calling, but saw that she was asleep. Sighing, I answered the phone for her.
"Hey Carlisle, it's Bella." I could hear noise in the background, and I wondered if he was still at the hospital. Just then my stomach sank. No one had called their parents to tell them.
"Bella," Carlisle breathed. He sounded rushed, and I tried to find the words I needed to tell him. "Bella, I'm at the police station waiting for your father to get back." My hand flew up to my throat and I started to cry again.
"Oh my God, Carlisle, I'm so sorry I didn't call you. I swear it didn't hit me until just now that no one called you…" Carlisle cut me off through, hushing me.
"Don't worry, Bella. Jasper called me right after he got off the phone with the police." Thank God. "I'm waiting for your dad to come back with Jasper and Emmett, and then we're all going back out to look." I listened closely and heard tears in his voice, something I never expected from such a strong man as Carlisle.
"I'm here with Alice and Jacob, so we're fine," I said. Jacob was listening intently from his chair in the corner, nodding at my words.
"Good, good," Carlisle said. Someone shouted his name in the background, sounding urgent.
"Bella, your dad is here, we'll check on you in a while." The call ended too quickly, and I was back to the silence.
"Jacob," I whispered. He looked up at me, and I realized then that we never got the chance to talk to him. We never got the chance to find out what he knew. I glanced down to Alice and saw that she was still asleep, and took this as a cue to keep going.
"Yes Bella?" He was staring at me, eyes reading my face like an open book.
"What do you know?" There, I asked. The sound of the clock was the one and only thing sounding through the room as Jacob and I stared at each other. I counted to seventy-two before Jacob opened his mouth to speak.
"He moves things," he whispered. My face paled, but I shouldn't have been surprised. I remember years ago that Jacob was very intuitive. Things didn't pass by him too often, and I wondered why I had dumbed him down in my mind.
"Yes," I whispered. Jacob shook his head and stood, starting to pace in front of the large window.
"I knew it!" he hissed. He was careful to be somewhat quiet because Alice was sleeping, but I knew that he was angry. "I knew there was something off about him!" Jacob turned to me and I held my hand up.
"There is nothing off about Edward," I snapped. "He is fucking normal, so don't think any differently. Just because he has an extra ability doesn't mean he's abnormal." Jacob just stared at me, shocked.
"Bella, he moves things with his mind. That's not normal!" Okay, time to come clean.
"No, Jacob. He doesn't move things. He can only move metal." I watched him as he registered this information, clearly thinking back to the car mirror, and to the time that Kaiden walked into the station to tell him about the car being held into the air.
"So Kaiden was telling the truth?" he asked. I shrugged.
"I guess. I mean, yes. There was an accident, and I was in the car. But Edward saved me. He stopped the car from crashing." Jacob ran his hand over his face and I saw that his eyes looked tired. When was the last time he had a full nights sleep? He was either at the station or 'protecting' us.
"Jacob, please try and trust him. Trust us. We aren't bad people. We all love Edward, regardless of his extra ability. So please, please try to understand." A minute passed before Jacob nodded.
"The secret is safe with me." Seriously? My eyes went wide, and I felt relief wash through me.
"Yeah?" I whispered. Jacob nodded, and I reached over to adjust Alice so that her head was on the couch cushion and not on my shoulder. I lifted myself off of the couch and launched myself into Jacob's arms.
"Thank you so much," I said into his shirt. Jacob's arms surrounded me, and I took comfort in the hug. I missed Jacob. I remember the days I spent with him back during my summer vacations. Why couldn't we be friends again? Why did we ever stop?
"Bella, I hope you know what you're doing," he said into my hair. I did. I just wished I had Edward there with me to lead the way.
Just then the lights in the house flickered, and I pulled away from Jacob to look around. The lights in the living room were already dimmed slightly, and only the light above the stairwell was on. I watched again as the lights went off, and then on again.
"Jacob?" I whispered. He shook his head and stepped around me, looking confused.
"Alice?" I called over to my sleeping friend. She groaned and lifted her head as well. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and I felt guilty. Her twin was missing, and I wondered what was going through her head.
"What's going on?" Alice asked thickly. Again, the lights went off, and back on.
"You guys stay here, I'll be right back," Jacob said. And with that, he was walking towards the kitchen.
"Does he really think he's going to find something wrong?" I asked. Alice shrugged and sat up straighter. I moved to sit next to her, and we sat holding hands while the grandfather clock behind us ticked away the seconds. Only when the seconds became minutes did I feel a twinge of uneasiness in my stomach.
"Do you think we should go look for him?" Alice asked me. I let out a shaky sigh.
"I was thinking the same thing," I muttered. We stood together, hands locked in a tight grip.
"Jacob?" I called out. The lights flickered again, until finally they went out. The security lights outside shut off, and suddenly we were encased in complete darkness.
"Bella?" Alice whispered. I could feel her shaking. I didn't blame her—I was shaking too. What the hell was going on?
"Jacob!" I yelled.
Bang!
Alice screamed and pulled me to the floor.
"Oh my God, was that a gunshot?" I whispered frantically. Alice whimpered beside me, and I knew that it was indeed a gunshot.
If was a fucking movie, a fucking nightmare. Where was Jacob? Why did he have to shoot his gun?
Patrick. Kaiden. Fuck!!
"Alice, we have to get out of here," I whispered. Her eyes were wide, darting around the room. "Where's the best place to hide?" She didn't move. Alice was a small ball of fright next to me, hiding behind the couch. I didn't know this house very well, but I knew where we were right that second was not the best place to be.
"Alice!" I half shouted into her face, shaking her. Her panic wavered for just a second, but that was all we needed. "Alice, we need a place to hide. I think Patrick and Kaiden are here!" Alice peeked over the couch and then back to me.
"There's a nook near the back of the stairs. It's like a hall that my parents use to put projects they're working on. The only way you can see it is if you stand right in front of it. They won't be able to see us if we hide there." I nodded, trying to picture it. She was right though, I had never seen it, so therefore it must have been very well hidden.
"Lead the way," I whispered. I could hear her swallow hard, but she nodded. Alice moved around me in the dark, sliding towards the back of the couch. I went right after her, darting my eyes around the room while we moved. I thanked the voice in my head that told me to wear all black today. Looking at Alice, I smirked at the fact that her outfit matched mine. We were dressed as if we were in Mission Impossible.
We snaked our way towards the kitchen, and I listened for any sign of Jacob. Or the other two. Anyone. But there was silence, so I nodded to Alice. She looked around the corner of the kitchen, and I suppose that we were clear to continue on.
It didn't take long to make our way to the staircase.
"Alice," I whispered. She motioned for me to follow, and I did. There was no one in the front foyer, and I had no idea which direction Jacob had gone, therefore I didn't know which direction the gunshot had come from. We pushed our way along the wall, and I looked up to the window that covered the back wall behind the stair case.
Just then Alice grabbed my hand and pulled me into the nook she had spoken about. Instantly we were out of sight, and I breathed a sigh of relief. She was right- there was no way anyone could see us unless they were looking dead on. A few books lined the wall next to me, but basically it was a ten by ten space that was completely hidden from prying eyes. Straight ahead was a tan colored wall, with a single painting of a glacier. Sticking my head out just a bit, I looked to the left. There was the window, no curtains, where I could see directly outside. It was still raining, and now that there were no security lights, I could see nothing. Lightning flashed across the sky, and I sighed when I saw an empty yard. To my right was the front door. It was still closed, and I wondered briefly if we ran for it, could we get outside to a car.
"My cell!" I gasped. I reached into my pockets, but came up empty.
"It's next to mine on the coffee table," Alice said tearfully. I looked at her and saw that she was panicking. Breathe, Bella, breathe. I was surprised to find that my eyes were dry, and besides the irregular thrum of my heart beat, I was somewhat calm. I had to be. Alice needed me to be. Edward needed me to be.
"Okay, Alice? Listen to me. We're going to be fine." Alice nodded at my words, and I peeked out to look towards the front door. Glancing to the left, I caught my reflection. It scared me, how serious I looked. My skin was white; so pale that I could easily had never stepped outside before. My eyes were wide, and scarily enough, black.
I looked like an animal. A cornered, pissed off animal. Good. Ducking back in to sit with Alice, I held her hands in mine.
"Everything is going to be okay," I told her. Alice had been through so much today, and I needed to make sure I was there for her. "Everything is going to be fine." We sat there, motionless, while we waited. Waited for what? I wasn't sure, but the sound of the gunshot was echoing in my mind. Did Jacob shoot someone? If he did, where were they? Who was it?
Thud.
"Bella!" Alice whispered. I reached over to put my finger over her mouth. I heard it. Just then the front door opened.
"Oh Bella! Come out come out, wherever you are!" I stopped breathing at the sound of Patrick's voice, and I turned wide eyes to Alice. The sound of the rain falling was louder, and I assumed that the front door was left open.
"Bella!" Patrick yelled. I covered my mouth, refusing to let the sob that was building up escape. Footsteps were loud, and only thirty feet away. Several things occurred to me just then. One, Jacob wasn't there. So the gunshot had either missed its intended target, or was not from Jacob's gun. That thought made me shake with fright. Two, if Patrick was here, then so was Kaiden. And most likely they brought Edward. The thought made me sing with happiness; the thought that he was actually okay. Three, Patrick may not even know Alice was here. I looked at my friend, hoping to God that she could be here, unnoticed. She would be fine.
"You're going to be fine," I whispered to her. Alice's golden eyes, so much like her brothers, looked back at me. They were filled with trust, honest to God trust. "You're going to be fine." I closed my eyes, listening to Patrick's heavy footsteps fall on the marble floor.
"Bella, I know you can hear me," he continued to say above the sound of the rain. "I know you and your friends want your precious little Edward back, but unfortunately I can't do that." My eyes shot open in horror.
"I don't care how much your precious boy told you about what happened in Chicago," Patrick spit out, "but he lied to you. He purposely held back on opening that damn door. He wanted to see her die. He killed her!"
"He's fucking demented," Alice whispered. I nodded, knowing she was right. I knew exactly what happened that night in Chicago. I heard it from Carlisle, Alice and Edward. I heard it from everyone. How could this guy have passed the psychological evaluation to get on the police force?
"It was great," Patrick continued, "watching the blood pour out of Edward's head when I hit him. It was surprising though when I found out he could only move metal. The handcuffs didn't hold him, but I had a backup, just in case." Blood? Out of Edward? Was he okay? I let go of Alice's hands and leaned forward, daring myself a glance out to where Patrick was standing. I just hoped that he wasn't staring directly in my direction, or he'd surely see me.
Inch by inch, I let my eyes take in the scene before me. The front door was indeed wide open, and I could see only the rain as it hit the ground. There was a trail of water from the front door to the spot where Patrick was standing. And when I took in the sight of the man before me, it felt like ice water was thrown on me. He looked crazed, disturbed. He was turning in circles, looking around the house as if he would magically see me. Dark smears covered his arms and face, and I wondered for just a second if it was dirt or blood.
And in his left hand was a gun.
I held back a gasp as I stared at the metal object in his hand, seeing it move around in the darkness. Suddenly from outside, a bright light appeared. I realized it as car headlights, and I was instantly happy that there was more light. In the spotlight the car had created, I saw two other figures move towards the house. I leaned back the fraction of an inch, not wanting to completely pull back, but wanting to move in case the people coming in saw me.
"Ahh, the guest of honor!" Patrick yelled out. I winced at how loud his voice seemed, but my eyes were trained on the door.
"What's going on?" Alice whispered. I waved my hand behind me, hoping she got the hint to be quiet. Slowly, the two figures came into sight and I bit back a scream.
Kaiden. And Edward. I shot back, nearly colliding with Alice. My tough-guy front was gone. I was a scared mess.
"Bella?" Alice whispered. She looked scared; she should be. I shook my head at her, forcing myself to look back out there. I had to make sure Edward was okay. I leaned forward, quickly this time, and looked out. Yes, it was definitely Edward. Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I looked at him.
There was a large gash above his left eye, no longer bleeding, but I could see streaks of blood on his cheeks and neck. There was even a large spot on his shirt that looked like blood. His eyes were closed, but he was standing somewhat on his own.
"Edward," I whispered. He looked so broken. So tired. Alice moved beside me and I could feel her leaning into me.
"Is it really Edward?" she muttered. I nodded. "Please tell me he's alive!" Again, I nodded. Kaiden led Edward into the foyer, giving him one last shove that brought him to his knees. He looked so pitiful, so broken. I noted that although his eyes were closed, he was able to stay on his knees on his own.
"See, Bella? I didn't hurt your boyfriend yet." Patrick's words were taunting me, and I wanted badly to just lunge at him. But the glint of metal in his left hand stopped me from doing anything to jeopardize Edward or Alice. Patrick continued on with his game though.
"This is going to be very simple, Isabella! If you don't get your ass out here, I will kill him. Easy enough, right?" My heart skipped a beat, and I choked back a sob. There was no life without Edward. Like he said, without the other, we would die. Alice may be his twin genetically, but I was his match as souls.
"I'll give you until the count of three," Patrick continued to yell.
"Noo!!!!" Edward roared. As my eyes concentrated on him even more, I saw that he was shaking. His eyes slowly opened, and I could almost see a glow behind the dark orbs.
"Now, Edward, that's not very nice," Patrick said. Kaiden snickered and I wanted badly to slam something against his head. He was such a follower, such an idiot.
"One," Patrick shouted. My hands started to shake. Edward jerked backwards, knocking Kaiden off balance and sending him flying.
"Don't move!" Patrick yelled, slamming the gun against Edward's head. I gasped and closed my eyes. I couldn't let him get hurt anymore! But when I opened my eyes, Edward didn't seem effected by the object. His shaking became more visible then, and I scrambled around for Alice's hand.
"Alice, Alice!" I whispered. I turned towards her and saw that she was also staring towards the three men. She looked furious, as if she were debating whether to wait for me to run out there or if she would do it instead.
"Alice, what happens when Edward starts shaking?" I asked. Alice looked confused. I shook my head and grasped for the correct way to ask this. "Edward controls his power on emotions most of the time, right?" Alice nodded. "Well, he's pissed off right now. He's shaking, and I can see it from thirty feet away. What's going to happen?" Alice looked at me, deep in thought.
"I don't know… something bad. He was shaking when he held the car in the air with you inside. He'd never moved something like that before, with such control. He has adrenaline pumping through him, and it gives him more energy to move things." I nodded, peeking around the corner again. Edward's face was tilted all the way up, glaring at Patrick with such hatred.
"Bella, do you feel that?" Alice asked. I turned to her for a second and saw that she was staring at the window to the left. I glanced over and looked around.
"What?" I asked. Alice looked confused, so I looked back to Edward.
"Two!" Patrick shouted. He lifted the gun up, aiming it directly at Edward's head. I opened my mouth to scream, but I felt it then. I felt what Alice was talking about.
It was a rumble almost, a vibration traveling through my body. Pausing for a second longer, I realized that it was everything. The walls, the floors, the painting on the wall. The windows. Everything was shaking.
"Edward," Alice whispered. The walls were shaking, the panes of glass vibrating as if they were going to shatter.
"What are you doing?!" Kaiden screamed. I stared at Edward and saw that a layer of sweat was covering his face.
"Don't you fucking touch them," Edward said steadily. The chandelier above him was shaking faster, and I heard several crashes somewhere in the house. Patrick started to laugh, looking around as if he expected an audience.
"Them?" Patrick asked. He looked around the house in a single glance. "Is there someone besides Bella here?" Kaiden's eyes widened and he looked almost excited about the chance of finding more people.
"I will kill you," Edward said. Patrick laughed. His laughter brought forth a surge of hatred from deep within me. I wanted badly to grab that gun. If only I could get hold of it.
"Can you believe this? He is threatening me!" Patrick bent his knees, crouching down to look Edward directly in the face. The vibrations throughout the house was creating a steady hum, making it slightly hard to hear anything else.
"Poor Edward. You don't have to worry about anything. You'll never have to worry about living the rest of your life without Bella. Because you're both going to die. You won't have to worry about the love of your life leaving you. You won't have to wonder what you could have done different. You won't have to worry about any of it. You're lucky I'm giving you the chance to say good-bye. If only your bitch girlfriend would get out here. If not, I'll have to go find her. And I'll cut her limb from limb. Her blood will be on you." Silence. The vibrations stopped.
"Bella?" Alice whimpered. I opened my mouth to say something, but was immediately interrupted with the roar that erupted from Edward's chest.
"Noo!!!" And then the vibrations were back, sounding like an avalanche. I looked around as the house began to shake, not even attempting to hide the yelp that flew from my mouth.
And then the explosion happened.
Every window to our left shattered, from floor to ceiling. Every window that covered that wall, three stories up. I heard the same sound echo throughout the house, and I knew then that the same thing had happened everywhere. Thousands of glittery pieces shot in front of our little nook, scattering over the floor. The rain from outside now flew in, soaking the floor.
"What the fuck!" Kaiden screamed. I looked at Alice in horror and she had a smirk on her face.
"All the windows are supported by metal beams," she whispered quickly. "They shook so much that all the windows broke." It was horrible that the first thought that went through my mind was that Esme and Carlisle would have to have someone come in to clean the entire house of glass and water damage.
"Holy shit," I muttered. Alice gripped my knee, and I leaned around to see that Patrick was whipping his head around the foyer as if he would find out who had caused that.
"You said it was just metal!" Kaiden screamed. I looked at Edward, seeing that he was still shaking. His eyes were wide, and I could see that for once something like that didn't seem to take any energy out of him.
"It is!" Patrick yelled. But he didn't look too sure of himself. He looked down at Edward and shook his head. "Fuck this, you don't any more chances." He raised the gun into the air, pressing it to the center of Edward's forehead. Edward looked up, directly at Patrick and smirked.
"You can fuck yourself," Edward spat out. Patrick shook his head slowly.
"Wish you could have said good bye, but oh well." He raised his voice. "Pray for him, Bella!"
"No!" I screamed. I fell out of our hiding spot, lunging towards Edward. I didn't even look at Patrick or Kaiden; I only had eyes for the beautiful man before me. Edward's eyes widened even more, and I could see tears form. His head shook, and I could see that he was upset that I had come out. Mere feet from him, I felt arms grab me from behind, and I struggled against them.
"No! Let me go! Please!" I screamed. I was crying now. The idea of them killing Edward scared me, frightened me more than anything in the world. And seeing Edward so helpless made me act stupid I suppose. But one thing was for sure—I would not let Edward die for me.
"Good girl," Patrick's voice crooned in my ear. I winced against his voice, praying that Alice hadn't come out of the hiding spot behind me. I couldn't look though, in case I would accidentally give her away.
"Put her down!" Edward screamed. He lunged forward, and I noticed then that his hands were bound behind him. Oh how I wish he could hold me, make those beautiful hands touch me.
"I'm sorry, Edward, I'm sorry," I cried. Patrick held me back, not letting me get close to Edward.
"Looks like your Bella loves you," Patrick laughed. He leaned in and breathed into my ear, "I think I'm going to have you watch him die. It'll hurt more." I strained against him, wishing then that I had lifted weights or something. I wanted to be the strong type, not just the straight-A student I was known to be. Why couldn't I be as tough as Rose?
"Please, just let me see him," I pleaded. I just wanted to touch him, hug him once more.
"Nope." Patrick laughed in my ear. He pulled me back a step, his feet crunching on glass. "Kaiden, bring him outside." Edward flew back, shaking his head as he moved along the floor. Struggling against Patrick, I screamed out helplessly.
"Please, please, let me say goodbye. Please." I would beg. I didn't care. But Patrick laughed, pushing me towards the door as Kaiden lifted Edward off the ground. As if I weighed a pound, Patrick pushed me out the door and into the rain. Instantly I was soaked, the rain dripping down my hair. I could hear thunder in the distance, barely covering up the scuffling sounds that Kaiden and Edward made. Just past the front steps, Patrick stopped, pushing me to the ground. My fingers sank into the dirt, my tears mixing with the rain.
How had this happened? How had it gotten this far?
Where was Alice? I hoped she didn't try to come out here, she would only get killed.
"Edward, I'd like you to take one last look at Bella." I looked up and my eyes landed on Edward's face. He wasn't staring at me though; he was looking to my right. I glanced over and saw… a hole.
"What is that?" I asked no one in particular. Patrick laughed though, egging a laugh out of Kaiden.
"That is Edward's grave, Isabella." A grave. A fucking grave.
"No, no, no!" I yelled. I stared at Edward in shock, wanting him to run. Please try to run. What were they going to do? Bury him alive? Bury him dead?
Edward's eyes slid towards mine, almost in slow motion. I stopped breathing. His eyes were saying everything. Love, sorrow, apologies. Tears flew freely, and I wanted badly to reach out and wipe them away. His hair was wet and matted down to his scalp, and I wanted badly to see him run his graceful fingers through it just once more. Just so I could burn it into my memory. I wanted to feel his lips on my own, just so that I could memorize his taste. I wanted to kiss all of his bruises, so that I could take away all of the pain he was feeling. I wanted to turn back time so that he would never have to die for me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. Even if he couldn't hear me, I knew he understood. Kaiden stepped back from him, reaching over to grab something lying on the ground. I noticed it was a shovel, and all the horrible thoughts I was having came crashing down. They were going to kill him and bury him. And make me watch.
"Please, no," I moaned. Edward was shaking his head at me, his body shaking from the sobs that wracked through his body.
"Please don't kill her," Edward begged. Kaiden looked surprised for a moment. Edward wasn't begging for his own life… he was begging for me.
"Don't you worry about her," Patrick taunted, "she is no longer your concern." And with that, he walked over to Edward and pushed him.
Pushed him right into the open hole.
"No!" I screamed. I lunged forward, but Patrick caught me. I could hear Edward just feet away, groaning in the grave these two idiots had created. The sound of my screams echoed through the night, and I stared in horror as Kaiden took the shovel and began to throw dirt into the hole.
"No! Please!" I cried. Kaiden shoveled in two more mounds of dirt before Patrick held up a hand.
"Wait," he said. My shouting stopped, and I looked at him in surprise. Was he really going to stop? Would he pull Edward out of the hole? Patrick walked over to Kaiden and whispered something into his ear. Kaiden nodded and smirked, dropping the shovel before walking over to me.
And then Patrick lifted the gun and aimed for the open hole.
Kaiden grabbed onto my arms, and I knew then why.
"No!" I screamed. I heard another scream in the distance and I knew it was Alice. I prayed just for a second that she wouldn't come outside, and she would stay hidden for her own safety. Patrick looked up at me once more as he smiled.
"Too bad this couldn't end any other way." And he squeezed the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
My world was crumbling around me. He shot Edward. He shot my Edward.
"No!" I screamed again. But it did no good. I fell to the ground, watching in horror as Kaiden walked over to his shovel, picked it up, and began to throw more dirt in over him…into Edward's grave.
*Ducks behind a chair in fear*
Please, please, do not hurt me or send evil thoughts my way. Don't worry this is not the end. I have more wonderfulness to come. I do ask one favor-- please review! I am so close to 100, and I want to see that magical number!
What will happen next? Will they find Alice? Will they kill Bella? How long will it take for the Jasper and Emmett to come back? Dun dun dun.... Love, Ashley