The next day, I picked Bella up from her job out at the Newtons Olympic Outfitters store. I parked out front and waited for her. I could hear the sounds of someone inside complaining about some massive creature roaming the woods...the Wolves. With how they were being described. Bella got in the cab and muttered to me. "I don't want to go home yet." She said. I nodded and started to drive. The rain was pretty loud. I drove aimlessly, through empty side roads and weird routes that would take us anywhere but home, I could tell Bella didn't want to be there right now. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Bella clutch her chest. I glanced over at her woridly. I've been alive for long enough to see the signs of distress from a mile away. I pulled over. Bella curled into herself, tears running down her cheeks. I sighed, unbuckled and scooted over, pulling her into me. Bella cried, clutching my shirt so hard I thought she'd tear a hole in it.
"Just let it out." I said softly. "I know it hurts, but it'll be ok. I'll be right here. Bella soon started to breathe easier, and she sat upright. Through the rain, we could see two motorbikes sitting on the curb. Bella pulled herself from me and got out of the car into the rain. I groaned, putting my head in my hands. I exited the truck, pulling my hood over my head as I followed her. The bikes were sitting in front of the Markses' front yard, a lovely old couple who babysat Bella (and who thought they babysat me as well) when Bella was younger. "Are you really thinking what I think you're thinking?" I asked.
"Dad doesn't want me to be reckless or stupid, why not be just that." Bella strode to the front door. I followed her, folding my arms against my stomach. She rang the doorbell and one of the Markses' sons answered.
"Bella and Alex Swan?" He questioned.
"How much do you want for the bike?" Bella asked him.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I am."
"They don't work." Bella huffed.
"How much?"
"If you really want one, just take it. My mum made my dad move them down to the road so they'd get picked up with the garbage." Bella glanced back at the bikes.
"Are you positive about that?"
"Sure, you want to ask her?"
"No, I believe you."
"You want me to help you? They're not light."
"No, we don't need any help." I but in, leaning over to address the son.
"Might as well take both. Maybe you could scavenge some parts."
"Alright." The boy closed the door. I turned and strode over to the bikes. Making sure that no one was looking, I loaded both of the bikes onto my shoulders and loaded them into the bed of the truck. "Hey, I'm gonna head home, head to the Blacks and get Jake to fix these up."
"Are you sure you don't want to come with?" Bella asked.
"No, it's fine." I assured. "I'll see you later." And with that, I sped off.