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Tears of Blood

Bella never turned to Jacob for comfort and support; instead Bella tries out for the singing role in Jessica’s band. DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns the characters; I just gave them something else to do.

This is my first story I have posted and I NEED feedback! This chapter is just to get the story started! It will get better in the other chapters!

3. Familiar

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We had band practice every other day after school. We had the weekends off. I work after school on the day we didn’t have practice and on the weekend. I tried to keep myself as busy as possible so I had less time to think about him. I researched songs for the band and we all had to come up with some songs for our next practice so in my free time I basically did that.

Band practice was interesting. Mike was good on the guitar and Tyler was good at drums even though he was off beat sometimes. Eric on the other hand was not so great. We decided that he would get lessons on the days we didn’t have practice. I could tell this helped a lot because he was getting a lot better.

It’s around six in the morning on Saturday and I just got up to made the coffee for Charlie. He was ecstatic that I joined the band. I had been trying my hardest to be happy for Charlie so he wouldn’t have to worry. I cried only at night after he had gone to bed and after he left for work. The rest of the time I was putting on an act or during something to keep me active so I wouldn’t have to think about him.

I could tell Charlie was happier and that’s all the matters. As long as the people I loved are happy then I’m okay. It hurt a lot and even though it had been almost a month since I had joined the band it seems I’m not busy enough to keep my mind occupied.

I heard footsteps on the stairs as Charlie came down fully dressed for work.

“Morning,” When I didn’t answer I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had a worried look on his face. “Bells, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I was just lost in thought.”

“About what?” I could feel the sting of tears coming as I heard this question. I just blinked them back, I couldn’t cry in front of Charlie. He thinks I’m okay and have moved on.

“Oh, just what I’m should do today. I don’t have any homework and I only have a half day at work so I don’t know what to do with the rest of my time. I have a couple things to do for the band but besides that I have nothing else to do.”

“Oh, well if you want you can come hang around the station later we could get dinner after but give me a call first, Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll think about it. Talk to you later, bye dad.” I went to the stairs and darted up not hearing what he had said in response. As soon as I got to my room I could hold back the tears anymore.

I cried until my alarm went off telling me that I had to get ready for work. I hopped in the shower nearly hitting my foot on the door in the process. I dried off and got dressed in just enough time.

I packed up a bag with some money and tissues and locked the door. I walked over to the cab and got in. I looked at where there used to be the radio and laughed a tiny laugh at how damaged it looked but then remembered why there was damage in the first place. I started up the cab and headed for ‘Newton's Olympic Outfitters’.

I walked to the back to put my stuff in the locker not noticing what was going on around in the store. I was almost the when Mrs. Newton stopped me. “Bella business is slow today so you don’t have to work today.”

“Are you sure? ‘Because I don’t have anything else to do today.”

“You can stay if you want to but you don’t have to.”

“Okay, thanks but I think I’m going to stay.” With that I went to the back and put my stuff in the locker and put my apron on. I walked back out and Mike was waiting for me by the nearest display of hiking shoes.

“There isn’t much to do today, so you could sweep or you could greet people at the front.” He said as he joined my side.

“I think I’ll greet up at the front.”

“Okay, suit yourself.” I walked up to the front and waited for people to come in. I knew that sweeping was better because you didn’t have to stand in one spot and wait but I didn’t feel like sweeping today.

Several people pulled up by noon and most of them were getting hiking and fishing stuff. Next weekend was supposed to be nice while this weekend was rainy as usual.

Around one someone in particular walked in. At first glance I stiffened. He had unusually white skin and his eyes were golden. Vampire. I greeted him as I would anyone else and he smiled a very familiar smile that made my heart skip as I talked. I smiled back and he continued walking. He had a baseball cap on hiding his hair and he wasn’t wearing anything fancy; jeans and a t-shirt.

This is when I realized that he looked too familiar. I started feeling the sting of tears and I couldn’t hold them back as I usually did. I quickly ran to the back where I put my stuff when I realized that everyone in the store was looking at me. I couldn’t breathe. I had to grip my chest as I ran to keep myself breathing.

I heard Mike shout my name as the doors to the staff lounge closed. I quickly went to my bag and pulled out me tissues and tried to dry my tears as Mike came in.

“Bella, what’s wrong?” Mike’s voice was as concerned as Charlie’s when he told me I was going to go back to live with Renée.


“Bella, nobody just runs through a store crying over nothing. It had to of been something. Did you get hurt?”


“Then what is it?”

“He looked just like him.” I said in the middle of sobs. I couldn’t take his questions, knowing that he wouldn’t give up until he knew. I couldn’t control what I was saying and it just all came out. This only made it worse. I cried even harder as Mike approached with caution.


“That guy. There was someone who walked through the doors. He looked just like Edward.” His name brought more tears. By this time I couldn’t control the amount of tears. Mike came over trying to comfort me and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Bells, you gonna be okay?” I could hear the sympathy in his voice but he had no idea what it feels like.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to go home?”

“Yeah, that would be best.” I stopped my crying now with the thought that I could go home and cry there.

“Okay well I’ll go tell my mom. Bye Bells.”

“Bye, thanks Mike.” I got up and went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. I grabbed my stuff and walked out. When I was almost out of the store I could feel eyes digging into my skin, I turned around only to see the eyes that look too familiar. I stared for a minute trying to figure out why this guy was staring at me and I turned right back around and half jogged, half ran out the door trying to wait till I got to me truck to cry.