“Wow Bella, it’s been four whole days and you no one’s out to get you…” Edward teased. He was right, it had been four days since the whole Thomas escapade and since then I hadn’t gotten in any trouble. It was a record.
“Yup—and I’m working on five!” I answered. We were upstairs in our room, playing scrabble and listening to Edward’s massive sound system. I looked up at him, a sudden thought hitting me. “Edward, what does Charlie think happened to me? I mean, I haven’t been home in like—two weeks.” Edward didn't look up as he answered.
“He thinks you are going hiking with us. I think, though, that we will have to leave. Soon. We will stage yours and my death scene, and then we will go to Alaska. From there we will relocate.” Edward looked up at me anxiously, gauging my reaction.
My eyes widened and I did my best to control my fear. “So soon? Why can’t we wait a little longer?” I thought of Charlie and Renee and despair slowly filled me. How could I do this to them? Take away their only child? Then I thought of Jacob, and how much I would miss him… Even though i had been changed, and that that only added to the hatred that was slowly eating away at our friendship, i couldn't help but miss him...
“Well, Bella, you can’t really see them. How would they react if you showed up pale, and sparkling with a temperature that should mean you were dead? So, that being said, sooner is better then later.” I could feel the anxiety that rolled off of him as he said this, he knew I would be upset.
I did my best to control the despair that wanted to take me. Edward was quickly by my side, his arms wrapped around me.
“Oh Bella, I am so sorry…I wasn’t going to tell you, but you asked…” Then he kissed me, and I forgot all about Charlie. I still felt bleak and moody but his kissing me sure proved a killer distraction...
After a minute, I pulled away. “You know, I haven’t got to play baseball yet…” I recalled watching Edward playing baseball, the loud crash they made each time their bodies collided.
“It’s not raining, silly.” He said, looking at the door. Alice was already there, having heard our conversation.
“Yet, but it is supposed to tonight. I am not sure whether or not there will be thunder, but I do know it will rain…Bella had perfect timing!” Alice’s naturally happy personality bubbled out of her voice and I caught on, my bleak spirits turning merry. This would be fun!
An hour later, we were in the clearing. Edward had explained the rules to me in the car: “Esme is always right.”
Seemed simple enough…
We split up into teams—Edward, Carlisle, and I, against Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and Rosalie. Not equal teams, but we had Edward and Carlisle so I figured we had pretty good chances.
We were up to bat first, and Edward insisted I go first. So I stepped up to the plate, swinging the bat. I had never played baseball before, so I didn’t really know what I was doing. But I would give it my best shot. Alice was pitching, and by the time I realized that her wrist had flicked out, Esme was calling out “Strike One!!”
“Wow. That was fast.” I muttered, preparing for another swing. Again, the ball whizzed right past me.
On the third pitch, I actually swung the bat. And, surprise, I actually hit it!
“Run, Bella!!” Edward called as I watched the ball zoom over Emmett’s head. I took off running, watching out of the corner of my eye for Emmett. Just as he appeared, I slid onto first base.
“Nice one, Bella!” Edward called, and he stepped up to bat.
Then, Alice froze, wrist poised in mid air. It was déjà vu all over again—Alice gasped, obviously having a vision.
“Victoria…” she muttered.