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Jasper is on the hunt for Bella. This time, Edward is by Bella's side - but there is no telling for how long Edward can keep her safe... Don't read Inexplicable until you've (In order) read:
1.) Tears Don't Fall
2.) Unforgettable DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, or content taken from the twilight series belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.

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2. Chapter 2

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I didn’t remember falling asleep. When I awoke, I felt myself crushed into Edward’s stone cold chest. It was not exactly comfortable, but definitely preferable. My stomach growled, giving my consciousness away. The last thing I wanted was for Edward to worry about my ‘human’ side. I sighed as Edward pulled into a gas station.

“We need to fill up anyway,” he said to my relief. I glanced at the gas meter and was astounded by the distance we had gone overnight. I went inside the gas station to buy some food while Edward filled up the gas tank. The inside of the gas station smelled of cigarette smoke and rubber.

The attendant looked bored and out of place. Her banana yellow hair was pulled into a smooth ponytail. She handed me my change as she chewed abnormally pink bubble gum. The girl glanced out the window and saw Edward. I watched her face with slight amusement as she stared at Edward - in all his godlike goodness - her gum falling out of her mouth.

“Thank you, come again.” I had the feeling that she wished she were saying these words to Edward, not me. Everyone who saw Edward, myself included, would never be intent with one glance. He had the face that you’d just want to stare at, for hours on end. How glad I was that I could.

“I’m ready.” I said; my arms full of food. Edward took the plastic bag from me and opened the car door for me. Then he proceeded to go into the gas station to pay for the gas. I watched the attendant flirt mercilessly with him as he handed her a credit card. No doubt that card wouldn’t have his real name. She was still staring at him when he walked out of that cramped little store.

“Where are we headed, anyway?” I didn’t think Edward would tell me, afraid that it would upset me.

“Well, I’ve thought about, and decided to take your idea and go to Mexico.” Edward said with his crooked smile. But something was wrong. It didn’t touch his eyes. I didn’t give this another thought as he took my hand in his icy one and continued to drive. “Actually, I was thinking that we should go to New York for a while.” Edward said as we drove out of Washington.

“Why New York?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Emmett and Rosalie are going to meet us there. They’re going to help me hide you.” Edward said, his lips in a stiff line.

“Emmett and Rosalie?” I asked, finding this hard to believe. Rosalie hated me, for all I knew. She had vehemently refused to help me directly when James was hunting me. Edward sensed my distress and squeezed my fingers.

“Yes. They’re my family, Bella. Why wouldn’t they help?” A million reasons registered in my mind. But I didn’t let them bubble to the surface. “Besides, Rosalie grew up in New York. She’d take any opportunity to cling on to her human existence. And besides. Rosalie loves Emmett, and Emmett wants to help.”

“I guess you’re right.” Edward laughed softly.

“When am I ever wrong?” He asked jokingly.

My anxiety bubbled over as we edged closer and closer to New York. My mind replayed my near death experiences, the time with James. I remembered the expression on Edward’s face when I woke up in that dance studio. His pain caused me pain. It had been a worthless sacrifice that I made, going to meet James, thinking my mother was being held captive. She wasn’t even in the same state. I risked everything I had by leaving Edward.

Then, right there and then, I vowed to myself, that; as long as I could help it, I would never leave Edward. Not until the day I die.

Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
-Paris - Romeo and Juliet