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Tears of Blood

Summary:
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.


Notes:
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!


5. Port Angeles

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We practiced for another week and we had mastered all the songs. I made a few changes to some of the songs but I don’t think the band noticed. Or cared. I didn’t tell them about these changes cause I didn’t want to fight about it. They sound the same but it just mattered to me that I made these changes. We were set to have our concert this Friday at Jessica’s parents’ café.

This last week went by fast and I was excited that our hard work was going to pay off. Everyone at school was excited too.

We had posted flyers on Monday after we mastered the songs and knew that we were going to hold the concert this Friday starting at 6:30 p.m.

With just one day away till the concert, Jessica and I made plans to go to Port Angeles to shop for the perfect outfits for tomorrow.

Jessica followed me home while I grabbed my barely used purse, took my wallet out of my backpack and put it into my purse. I put a bowl full of canned soup in the microwave and left a note for Charlie telling him where I was and how long to cook the soup for. I also grabbed my check book and jacket on my way out.

When we got to Port Angeles it brought back the memories of the last time I was here, with Angela and Jessica dress shopping. I clutched my chest as the hole started to grow again. It hasn’t even been a year since the last time I was here.

I had gotten lost on the way back from the bookstore when I was being followed by something sick minded men. That’s when Edward came and saved me. The Hole grew even bigger when I said his name and I could tell I wasn’t breathing.

“Bella, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I must look like I am having a heart attack, ‘because Jessica started to shake me. “Bella! Dammit! What the hell is wrong?”

“Sorry,”-I said gasping air- “I don’t know what happened, sorry Jess.”

“It’s okay, are you sure your fine? ‘Cause we can go back.”

“I’m fine. I don’t want to ruin the night for you. I’ll be fine. And if it happens again just try to snap me back into reality, okay?”

“Has this happened before?”

“Yeah, but never this severely. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Ok. If you’re sure.” I could tell that she didn’t believe me but I didn’t care I didn’t want to ruin the night for her and I was in desperate need for some girl time.

“100%.” We were out of the car and making our way to the nearest store. I didn’t know the name of it but it looks familiar. Oh, yeah this is the store we came in last time when Angela and Jessica were getting dresses. I sat down in the nearest bench and clutched my chest at the pain I was causing myself.

“Bella, Bella! Snap out of it!”It worked! I snapped out of it and suddenly I was back in reality!

“Thanks Jess. I’m sorry if I’m scaring you. I’ll try not to let that happen again.”

“Bella, are you sure you want to continue shopping? I can take you back.”

“No, don’t be silly Jess; I wouldn’t want to miss out on shopping!” I tried to sound excited but I think I failed.

We spent about an hour there and I bought everything that fit. When I was checking out the total was 120 dollars but I didn’t care. I was writing a check that was going to come out of my college fund.

College Schmollege. I thought to myself. Besides it wasn’t like I was saving up for anywhere special-it’s not like I want to leave Forks anyway.

Jessica was naturally surprised by how much I was spending. She had only bought a few tops and some jeans for 40 dollars. We both got tops that were similar but still different for us to wear to the concert. I was glad that we were spending time together, just us.

Jessica continued blabbing away and I just tuned her out and was looking around and nodded whenever she paused. I didn’t have another ‘episode’ for the rest of the night and I could tell that Jessica was as glad as I was for that. We didn’t have enough time to sit down in a restaurant so we just walked over to the closest fast food restaurant. That’s when I saw them.

Across the street there was a bar and outside, standing by the doors, four men were standing outside. I knew these men. These were the men who followed me the last time I was in Port Angeles. I would have expected the hole to wretch open but nothing happened. I stood there staring at them and they turned to stare at me. We were close to the restaurant and I hadn’t realized I had stopped walking till Jessica tried to pull me along.

“Bella, come on. What are you looking at?”

“I think I know those men over there.” Jessica couldn’t tell that I was lying. She never could.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, let’s go over there. I really think I know them.” Something unfamiliar beat through my veins. Adrenaline. It drummed faster and it was fighting against the lack of sensation. It was almost like an echo of the last time I’d stood like this, on a dark street in Port Angeles with strangers.

I saw no reason for fear. I was halfway across the street when I felt a tug on my arm.

“Bella! You can’t go into a bar!” Jessica hissed.

“I’m not going in; I just want to see if I know them. Don’t worry Jess.” I could see that she thought I was crazy but I didn’t care.

“Are you Crazy?” she whispered. “Are you suicidal?”

“No, I’m not. Jessica, please don’t worry, I won’t get hurt. If you came with me you would know for sure.” As I said this she knew I was crazy, there was no way she was going with me. “Please Jess? I just want to get close enough to see their faces. I won’t talk to them unless I know them. I promise.”

It took her a minute to analyze this. “’Kay. I trust you.”

We turned to go and walk in the direction of the bar, to the men who were watching us with curious eyes, when I heard a velvety voice that wasn’t Jessica’s.

“Bella, stop this right now!”

My muscles locked into place, froze me where I stood. Jessica stopped too, eyeing me curiously.

It was his voice-I was exceptionally careful not to think his name-and I was surprised that the sound of his voice did not knock me to my knees, did not curl me onto the pavement in a torture of loss. But there was no pain, none at all.

I looked around myself in shock.

“Go back,” the lovely voice ordered, still angry. “You promised- nothing stupid.”

Jessica was standing a few feet from me, staring, and trying to figure out what I was doing. Against the wall, the strangers stared at me, confused, trying to figure out what I was doing, standing there, motionless in the middle of the street.

I shook my head, trying to understand. I knew he wasn’t there, and yet, he felt close. The anger in his voice was concern.

“Keep your promise.” The voice was slipping away, as if someone were turning down the volume.

I began to think I was having a hallucination. Jessica was right, I’m crazy. I was grateful. The sound of his voiced was something I feared I was losing.

I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I was very strict about. I waited for the pain now. I was not numb but the pain held off. The only ache was that the voice was fading.

I took another step.

“Bella, turn around,” he growled.

A few seconds had passed and I sighed in relief and looked back up at the men, who watched, curious.

“Hi,” one of them called, his tone sarcastic and confident. He was fair haired and fair skinned and probably thought of himself as good-looking. “Can I help you with something? You look lost.” He grinned and winked as he said this.

I took another step toward the men.

“No. I’m not lost.”

Now that I was closer I could see that this was not the man that tried to hurt me almost a year ago.

The short man noticed my stare. “Can I buy you a drink?” he offered nervously.

“I’m too young.” I answered automatically.

He was baffled-wondering why I had approached them.

“From across the street, you looked like someone I knew. Sorry, my mistake.”

“That’s okay.” The confident blonde said. “Stay and hang out with us.”

“Thanks. But I can’t.” I looked back to Jessica who was a step behind me. Her eyes were huge wide with confusion.

“Oh. Just a few minutes.”

I shook my head and turned to rejoin Jessica.

“Let’s go eat,” I suggested, barely looking at her.

“What were you thinking? You didn’t know them-they could have been psychopaths.”

I shrugged, hoping she would let it go. “Sorry, I really thought I knew that one guy.”

“It’s okay, I was just worried.”

We walked the rest of the way to McDonald’s in silence. I tried to start up a few conversations with her but she wouldn’t corporate. I must have really had her worried. Whatever. She would get over it.

And she did. By the time we got back to the car, we were talking as if nothing had ever happened.