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2. Chapter 2
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I looked quickly around, still shaking from the horrible oblivion of the dream. I gazed down and grimaced at the sweat-soaked sheets. Glancing quickly around the room, I found a note on the pillow—a mere scrap of paper made so much more because it was graced with Edward’s elegant scrawl.
Bella,Something came up. I apologize for being vague—I’ll be back as soon as possible. In the meantime, please, please, don’t do anything rash. Be careful.
“Something came up?” I asked myself quietly. “He’s going to get it…that sounds almost like the excuse used to break up!” I shook my head. I had enough faith about our relationship now, because of my epiphany, obviously, that I know he would never do that. Even more so after our last conversation with Jake. At that thought, my attention turned towards my current/ex best friend, and my mood took a turn for the worse.
I contemplated him for a while, just lying there in bed, when I realized that Charlie hadn’t come and checked on me, like he normally did after a nightmare. That was weird. Maybe it was just earlier than I thought. I checked the clock. Nope. It was ten. I got quietly out of bed, thinking to go and see if he was either awake yet or still asleep, exhausted from exerting himself by yelling at me so much yesterday.
Charlie’s room was empty. What was going on? I searched the rest of the house. It was a weekend; even if Charlie had been mad at me, he would have mentioned if he’d been planning on leaving. Edward’s note flashed through my mind again.Be careful.
No, I was probably just being paranoid. But still…maybe… I searched the rest of the house again, checking to make sure I hadn’t missed anything…a stray note, a missed phone call. I looked into the driveway. His cruiser was there. So was—I winced—the bike. A knock on the door interrupted my silent contemplations. I went to look through the window to see who it was, then I threw open the door.
“Edward! Where have you been? Something weird’s going on—I can’t find Charlie anywhere! I’ve looked all over the house, and his cruiser’s here, and I don’t know where he is. And what did your note mean? What did you me—” I stopped as soon as I saw the grim look on his face. Then he said seven words that changed my future.
“Bella…I have some really bad news.”
“What? No. What—what happened?”
I had never seen Edward this hesitant. Something was definitely very wrong.
“There’s—there’s been an accident.”I stared at him incredulously, in shock. No. No.
“Bella…Carlisle called me for a conference, around six or seven this morning. I tried to wake you, but, for once, you didn’t wake up so I left you a note. I left, and went home. He’d discovered something, Bella. Victoria is back.”
I clasped my hands over my mouth and repeated my denial silently again in my head. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be telling me what I thought he was going to. No.
“It’s worse. Charlie was outside, about to go to work, not long after I left. He was outside of his cruiser. Victoria probably suspected that I would be here with you, so she tried a different tactic. Bella, she—” he broke off, watching my reaction.Tears were streaming silently down my face, and I was shaking my head vehemently. No. The rejection was the most strenuous thought that would come to mind. No.
Edward continued in a rush, feeling a need to finish. “She—she…killed him, Bella. Because she knew that it would hurt you, and she knew she couldn’t get anywhere near you. Alice doesn’t know why she couldn’t see this happening—it’s got us all worried. We have no idea how she knew when to strike, but she did, and—and he’s gone, Bella. I’m sorry…”
He saw my shock, and my immediate reaction of denial. He instantly wrapped me into his arms, holding me as close to his cold, hard body as possible. “If there was anything—anything—that I could do to fix this, Bella, I would. I know you’ve every right to blame me, right now, but you have to listen to—” I interrupted him.
“I didn’t get to say goodbye…” I said sadly. “The last thing…I said…I never told him…I loved him, before—”
“Bella, listen to me. We have to go. We have to leave, because the family suspects that unless Victoria has amazingly gained some interesting powers all of a sudden, she’s joined up with a powerful clan. We have to leave. I’m sorry. You won’t be able to see this place again.”
“What—what are you going to do?” I asked him shakily.
“Dearest, I don’t have a choice. I’m going to set the house on fire…it’s the only way to effectively have you disappear and explain Charlie’s absence. But, darling, we have to hurry.”
I nodded. “Just—just for the record…I don’t blame you…”
He smiled at me sadly. “I’m glad to hear that. You—you shouldn’t watch…I don’t think you’d like to witness this.” He walked me quickly outside to his car that he’d parked down the street a ways. He ran back to the house. A few minutes later, a small explosion rocked the car slightly. My back was to the house, and I felt no need to turn and watched the house I had loved so dearly and lived in as a child burn to ashes, with all my memories of my father in it.
The next thing I knew, Edward was in the car and driving off down the road. We rode silently for a while, but then I realized that we weren’t heading to the Cullens’ house. Instead, we were taking a different road that eventually lead to the Interstate heading south. I immediately knew that I should concentrate on my grief later, and focus on running away from whoever Victoria had joined up with in the present.
“Where are we going?” I heard my voice was slightly steadier, and I sounded a little saner. I could cry for Charlie and the house later, when there was more time and I didn’t have vampires chasing after me. Well, one, at least.
Edward looked at me, not even glancing at the road occasionally. That usually made me nervous, but I had other things on my mind right now. I could see the relief in his eyes that I had returned to being myself—the Bella who took bad news in stride, hiding my reactions carefully so I could focus on more important things.
“We don’t have many options. I told Carlisle we’d meet up with them in California, after I took care of things. We’re going to talk over any decisions there.” I nodded, understanding the reasoning.
“Why don’t you go to sleep? We won’t be there for an hour or so yet, even with my “insane driving” as you tend to call it.” It was a lame attempt to make me smile, or at least remotely react to a little bit of humor. I tried to fake a smile to make him feel better, but I think I may have failed horribly. I was still shaken by events, no matter what I tried to ignore for the time being.
I moved closer to him on the seat, leaned my head on his cold shoulder as he wrapped his free arm around me, and dropped off.
It had been a tremendously exhausting morning.