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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

Summary:
The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


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3. Chapter 3: Choice

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Only too soon, we were back at Charlie’s house, and Edward set me on my feet, and said, looking towards the house, “I better go.” He had an expression of guilt and regret on his face. That made me nervous, but I dismissed it.

“What?! No; that’s not necessary. Please stay.”

He looked back at me and smiled, his crooked smile, “I’ll be back soon. It’s past curfew.”

I rolled my eyes in protest, “You know what, we’re engaged now; we shouldn’t have to follow a curfew. If Charlie can’t accept you, then tough. He can suffer.”

“I’ll meet you upstairs.” He promised.

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was already gone. I scoffed and trudged back into the house, my feet squishing with the sound of water as I walked.

I removed my shoes and socks, leaving them by the doorway. I tried to sneak past Charlie, who was, as always, watching TV in the living room, but I walked too loud to avoid him.

His voice sounded angry, as he said, sharply, “Isabella Swan, don’t you try to sneak past me. Get in here RIGHT now.”

I closed my eyes, half-upset because I got caught and half-confused because I had no idea what I did. I walked in grudgingly and said, “Yeah, Dad?”

His eyes turned on me, pain and anger written in them, as he gestured towards the chair, “You sit down, young lady.”

Uh-oh. 'Young lady?' Young lady was never a good sign. “O…kay. What’s up, Dad?”

He turned the TV off: another bad sign.

“I take it this isn’t for small talk.” I asked, my nerves growing more and more.

“You take it right.” He said, struggling to keep his voice steady. “Where were you?”

“I went for a walk in the forest. Alone.” I said, defensively.

“Funny, considering the last time you ‘went for a walk in the forest’ you came out with about as much life as a wall.” He said, bitterly.

I gritted my teeth angrily and struggled to not raise my voice, “What do you want?” I asked, acidly, angry that he would dare to bring that up.

“I want to know why Jacob Black came by today and you blew him off.”

My heart skipped a beat. It was Jacob. Which explained Edward’s expression. I immediately sobered up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about you blowing off your best friend to go be with that SCUM you dare to call your boyfriend!”

“DAD! Knock it off! First of all, he is my fiancé; second of all, I was alone; and third of all, I honestly had no idea that Jacob was here, okay? And, by the way, most people would see walking into people’s houses without permission as breaking and entering.”

“Don’t you sass me!”

“Sass you?! You’re a cop! Doesn’t that bother you?!”

“Of course not! Jacob is family, Bella…or have you forgotten…he’s the one that kept you alive for that traitor.”

I screamed wordlessly out of rage and pain. “Of course I haven’t forgotten! Why do you think I have been kicking myself everyday for losing him—for laughs?!”

We glared angrily at each other and I said, “You know, if Edward had done that, he’d be in the back of the cruiser going downtown before he could get an apology in edgewise. You treat him so unfairly.”

“He DESTROYED. YOUR. LIFE! Of course I’m not going to be nice! You are my little girl and I promised myself I would never let him hurt you again.”

“AND HE WON’T! Dad, Edward loves me. And I love him. We refuse to live without each other. Nothing you say will change that.” I was so angry, I was having a hard time arguing properly.

“Dad, in one week, I am walking down that aisle and I am marrying Edward, whether you like it or not. I would appreciate it if you attempted to be civil to the man I love. Even if you won’t, I already told you—your approval is not necessary and will not change the outcome.”

Charlie’s bottom lip trembled and I approached him, “I’m sorry, Dad. For hurting Jake, for hurting you…but I cannot apologize for marrying Edward. I won’t. I need him to survive and I do not regret my decision. I’d sooner die than back out on him.”

Charlie didn’t answer; he just stared blankly at me. I rolled my eyes and said, wearily, “I’m going to bed.” I was up the stairs before Charlie could respond.

I walked into my bedroom and leaned against the door. I sighed shakily and Edward’s voice said, from the bed, “I am so sorry, Bella. I should have told you about Jacob, but—”

“You knew he was here and you didn’t tell me. I can’t believe this.” I was struggling through my words, but he was suddenly pulling me into an embrace and shushing me, while stroking my hair.

“I saw how much pain you went through when you lost him the first time. I didn’t want an encore performance. I can’t stand to see you hurt and letting him see you would do just that. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“But, you could hurt him, right? Edward, I didn’t exactly want an audience this evening. He saw us. How do you think that made him feel?” I was so confused. I was angry at Charlie’s attitude about Edward, I was angry at Edward for letting me hurt Jacob again, and I was angry at myself for hurting Jacob.

“Bella—”

“Jake deserves his happily ever after.”

“I agree.”

“No, you don’t.” I accused, “You hate each other. You two would beat the crap out of each other—maybe even kill each other if I allowed it. Why do you care about his happiness.”

“Because you do.” Edward said, softly, “Bella, when you get hurt, I do too. Your pain is my pain. I didn’t want to put you through that again. Losing Jacob hurt you so much. Do you think seeing him would’ve made that hurt go away?”

I didn’t answer; so he continued on, “ I’m so sorry. I was so focused on protecting you from getting hurt—I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

He traced my facial features with his fingertips and it took everything I had to not succumb to him.

“Please go away,” I whispered.

“What?” His voice was strained and I couldn’t look into his eyes, hearing enough pain to make me feel bad enough.

“I need to sort things out. Please, Edward, please! The last time I was this confused about Jacob, I wound up sobbing hysterically in your arms over him. I couldn’t do that to you again. You don’t deserve it. I just need to think.”

He pulled away and forced me to look at him, causing me to feel guiltier than before. “Bella, I—”

“Please don’t blame yourself. This is my problem; don’t make it yours.”

“If it affects your decision, it sure as hell is my problem.” He retorted.

“I assure you, my decision remains the same. Nothing will change that. No matter what I do about Jacob, my heart will always be yours. I just don’t want to cause you anymore pain as a result of him. Jacob Black has caused us enough problems. Just…let me be alone tonight. Please?”

He still looked hesitant, so I used the one weapon I knew would make him go, hating myself for even considering it, but I had no other choice: “Edward, I don’t want you with me.”

Tears immediately filled my eyes, because I knew the pain I was causing him without looking at him, and I buried my face in his chest and let the tears flow freely, feeling so awful for the pain I was bringing to him.

Edward hesitantly returned my hug for a second, released me, and cleared his throat, before saying, without expression, “Okay. If you don’t want me…then…I’ll leave.”

He made to jump out the window, but I sobbed, “No, wait!” He turned around and I ran over to him and kissed him as deeply as I could manage to assure him that I would stick by my word.

When I opened my eyes, he was gone. I internally kicked myself for being so weak and I collapsed recklessly onto the bed, curling up into a ball, pitying myself.

It took all night to make up my mind. I never slept once. I was staring blankly at the wall as the sun rose, touching the windowsill. Damn. That meant I couldn’t see Edward today. And I really needed him. I would give everything to have him hold me in his arms right now. My alarm clock sounded: 12:30.

I sighed, pressed the snooze button, and staggered towards the bathroom. I took a shower and got ready for the day.

Then, I went downstairs to find Charlie already gone. I did find a note on the counter in his handwriting, so I picked it up and read it:

“Bella, we need to talk ASAP. You need to go down to La Push and see Jacob immediately. He needs you. Don’t leave him hanging. Remember, he was there for you when you needed a friend. Don’t abandon him in his time of need. Be back around 7:00 tonight. Love you. –Dad.”

I closed my eyes, crumpled up the paper, and tossed it into the trashcan, but it bounced right back out. I didn’t even bother picking it up.

I rubbed my temples wearily with my fingers and sighed. He was right. I did owe Jacob that much.

I hesitated before grabbing my keys and walking out to my truck. I got in, turned it on, rested my head against the steering wheel, and exhaled shakily before backing out and driving to La Push.