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Bella's Second Chance

Summary:
There are many big decisions when it comes to planning a wedding. Maid of honor, Best man, who comes, who doesn't, what happens whens certain people show up,all things that this time you get to decide. In the end it'll be your story, not mine. I NEED YOUR VOTE!!! YOU VOTE COULD BE THE ONE THAT CHANGES MY STORY!!!!!! MY FATE IS IN YOUR HANDS!!HELP!!!!!!!! I NEED YOUR HELP!!!!!!!!!!


Notes:
Don't forget to vote!! VOTE AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!


5. Chapter 5

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"Jacob I can't, I- Edward-" I glance to where Edward is standing, I can tell he's listening in oon our conversation through Jacob's mind.

"Forget about Edward for a minute." He says, "Just close your eyes and think about what life with me would be like."

I do. I close my eyes and wonder. Life with Jacob. I picture myself having a house in LaPush. I see Jacob and me having kids. My lips form a smile, not at life with Jacob, but at the fact that the little kids all look like Edward.

For a brief moment there's something on my lips. Something warm. I open my eyes to see Jacob's face inches from mine, with our lips touching. He's trying to kiss me!

I try to push him away but he just grabs my arms and holds them at my sides. I pull away from him long enough to breathe and to yell.

"JACOB!" I catch my breath. "I said no!"

"Bella, please" He whispers, not letting go of my arm. I try to escape his grip. He only holds on tighter.

"Jacob!" I yell. I can see Edward in the corner watching the struggle intently. I can tell the look in his eyes. He wants to slap Jacob as much as me. NO,he wants to kill Jacob. He looks at me and I give a nod. I want him to break me free.

He comes to my side and says to Jacob,

"No means no!" He grabs Jacob's wrist and pulls it away form me. Jacob struggles, but then lets go. Edward doesn't. He squeezes harder. I can tell Jacob's in pain. Edward thrusts Jacob hand to the ground,Jacob stumbles.

"Leave." Is all Edward says.

"Can I just ask you one thing?" Jacob says turning to me. "Alone" His eyes say he's hurt, not just physically, he's emotionally hurt to.

"No" Edward answers for me.


"I won't try anything I swear." I can tell Jacob is discussing it with Edward in his mind. They both stare at each other. Edward gives him a hard look and returns to his corner.

"Bella," Jacob takes a step forward. So does Edward. "I need to know....Why?"

"Why?"I ask. "Why did I choose Edward?"

He looks at me with a painful expression. He nods ever so slightly.

"Jacob, Edward is my life. Nothing can compare with him. I love you but, Edward I love more than anything. I love him more than the sun and the stars. It's sounds lame and cliche like, but it's true. I wouldn't care if the earth and the sun and the moon and the stars all dissappeared, just as long as Edward was there."

Jacob looks down. He's truly defeated now.

"I'm sorry." I whisper as he turns and leaves, forever.

"That was very nice." Edward says smiling. He clearly heard me.

"Now you know what the vows are going to be!"

"I already knew, love, I already knew."

By the time we get all the candles lit. It's an hour later. By the time we get the reception all figured out( a new band had to be found because the old one coudn't do it an hour later) it two hours later.

Everyone has left. Everyone except the Cullens. Charlie had to run someone home, Jessica I think. The chirch is doing mass in 30 minutes so unfortunately se must start again, without Charlie.

The rest of the wedding is great. It's just how I wanted it. I'm actually glad that no one else is here. I like that it's just us. But I can't help but wonder where CHarlie is.


After the wedding Rosalie comes up to me and says, 'your phone rang. I don't know who it is though.' She gives me my purse which she took captive earlier today. She wanted the whole day to seem unrealistic. She thought that being called twelve times a day by people trying to sell you things would ruin the experience. Whatever.

I look into my call log and call back the mysterious m=number,

"Miss Swan?" Someone answers.

"Yes, well actually, Mrs. Cullen, now." I blush and resist the urge to giggle a little.

"Mrs. Cullen, you may want to-sit-this" She cuts in and out and the line fill with static.

"OK" I say loud, hoping she'll hear me.

"Mrs.-someone-know-...died"

"Who?!" I yell into the phone.