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Chapter 5

I was grateful to see that Alice had calmed down by the time I returned to the house. I had to admit I had been tempted to grab my shit and disappear with the money that Jasper had given me, but I knew it wouldn't last. I decided to save for a few weeks instead, and if things didn't get any better than I was out of here.

"Bella," Alice smiled, as soon as I walked in the door. "I made chicken fajitas for dinner. Is it still your favorite?" she asked, setting the table.

I shrugged, dumping my bag by the door. Her cooking my favorite meal wasn't going to make me forget everything she had said earlier.

Alice frowned. "Listen, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was upset, but that's no excuse. This little one," she said, rubbing her small baby bump, "has caused us a lot of stress and worry, and I admit that I am worried what your presence here is going to do to this pregnancy. You don't exactly have a good track record of late. That said, I do still want to help you, but I'm gonna need you to work with us. Do you think you can do that?"

I shrugged, uninterested in anything she had to say. "Did you see where Jasper put my clothes?" I asked. I was still wearing the clothes from last night and was beginning to stink.

Alice sighed. "He put them up in your room. Up the stairs, and take the door to your right."

I nodded and left without another word.

My room was small and basic, but I didn't care. The bed was comfortable enough and the window looked out onto the beach. I couldn't expect much more.

I showered in the bathroom down the hall, and changed into a black tank top and black shorts, before donning my military boots and painting my eyes black again. My hair was still soaking wet, but I knew it wouldn't take long to dry in this heat.

I headed downstairs, pausing halfway down them at the sound of unfamiliar voices. I didn't know they were having people over. I contemplated turning back and heading to my room, but before I had the chance to move, Jasper walked in the front door, spotting me straightaway.

"Bella," he smiled. "Come and meet our friends," he said, urging me forward.

I reluctantly proceeded down the rest of the stairs and let him guide me towards the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I spotted Edward, the football ball guy, as well as a few others.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Jasper asked, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room.

I shrugged his hands off me. "I just remembered I don't like fajitas," I said, grabbing my bag and hurrying out the front door.