My Dream Is You
Bella is about to jump off the cliff, but someone stops her... someone she thought had forgotten her a long time ago. “Bella,” growled a voice. It wasn't the voice in my head, not at all. My head whipped around. I was startled to see that someone had been watching me.
Okay, so I deleted my other story. I'll put it back up later. I have to figure it out. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going with this one though, so here ya are.
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The Cullen family, the werewolves, and I were seated at the dining room table. It was a table for show, not for use. I sat next to Edward, and he grabbed my hand.
“That's for us to decide, isn't it?” snarled Jacob.
“Jacob,” warned Sam.
“I wouldn't have had to break the treaty if you were keeping better tabs on Bella,” said Edward nonchalantly.
“What do you mean? I've been watching Bella like a hawk!” exclaimed Jake. He was shaking.
“Obviously not. I stopped her from jumping off of a cliff, something you probably wouldn't have let her do if you were keeping tabs on her.” Edward's face was cool, composed.
Jake turned to me, his mouth dropped open. “Bella, what were you thinking?”
“I was bored. I didn't want to wait for you,” I whispered.
“You were bored?” asked Jacob incredulously.
“You weren't there!” I yelled.
“Sorry for looking out for your life!” he spat back.
“You were going to take her to jump off a cliff?” asked Edward, his calm demeanor broken.
“Everybody does it,” scowled Jacob.
“The fact that you would even let her jump in the first place proves that you aren't responsible enough to handle taking care of Bella,” said Edward. I hoped that meant he was going to stay.
Jacob sat up straight. “At least I would never leave her.” I was just waiting for him to stick out his tongue.
I didn't want anyone to fight. I was still so happy that Edward, that the entire family, was back. Any fighting ruined the mood.
I glared meaningfully at Jasper. He took the hint and I instantly felt the atmosphere become less tense.
“I think there are negotiations to be made,” said Carlisle, changing the subject.
“Yes,” replied Sam.
“We were afraid for Bella's safety. We wouldn't have broken the treaty if it weren't for the danger. It was, I think, a good decision. Bella would be dead, Alice saw that. If we hadn't stepped in, Bella would not be breathing at this point,” Carlisle explained.
“We understand that, but the fact that one of you stepped over the boundary line is almost unforgivable.” Sam kept his face clear of any emotion.
“Perhaps we can overlook this one mistake. We were scared for Bella, and we acted irrationally. At that point, there was nothing else we could do about it.” Carlisle leaned forward, crossing his hands on the table.
“You should have a little more faith in us,” said Embry quietly.
Suddenly, Edward snarled so loud that it hurt my ears.
“What?!” I exclaimed.
“Victoria...” he growled. “Why didn't you tell me about Victoria?”
“I didn't feel it was time yet. But, since you can read my thoughts, I guess it's too late,” said Jacob. So, Jacob had thought about Victoria, and Edward heard it.
“We will give you this one, you did it to keep Bella safe. But, if you even step foot near the border again, mark my words, we will be there,” said Sam.
“It will not happen again,” promised Carlisle.
Sam motioned to Jacob and Embry, and they moved swiftly out the door.
As soon as it closed, Edward stood us up and had his arms around me.
“Our leaving didn't do you any good at all,” he whispered.
“You think?” I asked. My voice shook, I was going to start crying again if I wasn't careful.
“First, you make friends with a werewolf. Not even an experienced one, but a werewolf that's only been that way for a few weeks. Then, Victoria decides to pay a visit. I'm so sorry, Bella.” When he said my name, his voice cracked. The pain in that one word made my knees buckle.
He caught me and lifted me into his arms.
“Let's get you home,” he murmured. I nodded.
I heard a chorus of goodbye's from the Cullen's, and then we were gone.
While we were running, I rested my head on Edward's shoulder blade. I snuggled into him, cherishing him while he was still here. I knew that once I woke up, there would be no question. I would have to be put in a home for the absolutely insane.
He slowed down when we got to the front of my house.
“Bella, I don't think Charlie is going to be too keen on the idea of me being here. Do you want to walk to the door by yourself?”
My heart stopped. He would leave if I went by myself.
“Please, come with me,” I moaned.
He set me on the ground, and wrapped his arm around my waist. He supported all of my weight as we walked to the door. I was so emotionally drained.
He opened the door. Charlie was lying on the couch, his feet propped up on the arm.
“That you, Bella?” he called. He looked over the back of the couch, and his eyes widened.
“What are you doing here?” he gasped. He got up off the couch and marched up to Edward and me. “If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of my house right now!” he yelled.
“Dad! Stop it!” I screamed back. It was very, very rare that I ever yelled at Charlie, but he needed to butt out.
“Bella, what he did--”
“Dad, stop,” I whispered.
“I'll just get her to her room, then I'll go,” said Edward.
He led me up the stairs and into my room.
“Don't go,” I begged.
“I'll be back before you know it,” he said, sitting me down on the edge of my bed. He left the room.
I fell back and curled into a ball. I couldn't believe it, the Cullen's could not be back. It was beyond impossible.
After the door closed, the hole in my stomach started to come alive. The edges burned, it was like a knife was cutting it's way through my insides. I shuddered, and a sob escaped my lips.
A second later, there were cool hands on my face.
“Bella, Bella, look at me,” whispered Edward. His voice was panicked.
I opened my eyes, searching for his face. I looked into his eyes, they were black as pitch.
“You're hungry,” I murmured in between my cries.
“It's nothing unmanageable,” he said. He pulled me to lie next to him. His arm wrapped itself around me, and I hugged myself to him as tight as I could.
“Please, don't leave me again,” I sobbed.
“Shh,” he whispered. He stroked my hair, his hand moving from the top of my head to my waist. “Sleep now, Bella. We'll talk after you wake up.”
“How do I know you'll still be here?”
“I would promise, but I don't know if that would have any merit to you,” he sighed.
“It would,” I murmured.
“Then, I promise, I swear, I will be here when you wake up.”
“Thank you.” I closed my eyes and let the lethargy wash over me. I was asleep in a matter of seconds.
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