Pictures Of You
When Jacob pulls Bella out of the water after she jumps off the cliffs in La Push, she has amnesia. She doesn't remember anything except what people tell her. So when she finds an old picture that brings back a faint memory from the back of her mind, everything begins to change. I have this story almost finished so I will try and update every other week. I mostly need ideas so if anyone has any, please review and let me know what ideas you have when you read the story!
I got the idea for this story from a dream. It was crazy, I woke up at 3 in the morning with this story in my brain. I hope you enjoy it! =-]
2. Chapter 2
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"Yes" I said, almost in tears. He stood up and hugged me.
We were walking through the front doors as I fingered the beautiful ring on my fingering the beautiful ring. The ring was a simple gold band with a diamond cut into the shape of a heart on it. I was so happy, but there was a part of me that was worried. I had that feeling of butterflies in my stomach, the nervousness that gnawed at me, the kind that makes your head ache. How was I going to tell Charlie?
Charlie knew that Jake and I were together and he loved the Blacks, but he had never fully forgiven Jake for not taking care of me enough to prevent ‘the accident'. Charlie was still grateful to Jake for saving my life, and I knew that he still blamed himself. It was just one of those "if I had never done this, that never would have happened"; I guess he thought that if I never moved to Forks to live with him, I never would have jumped off the cliffs in La Push. He knew I would never be the same, but I was about as close as I could get.
It was funny. Through all of my childhood, I had imagined my engagement proposal to be on a cruise or the ring given as a Christmas or birthday present. Something big and out of the ordinary, but this, I realized, was better. Just splitting a pizza and going for a walk.
Now I understood what Jake and Billy had been talking about earlier, the engagement ring.
It was a little awkward to think of. Jacob, first my best friend, then my boyfriend, now my fiancée, and soon my husband. It was strange, but wonderful.
We were walking in the doors of the hospital when the cruiser pulled up. "Jake" I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. He leaned down a little so he could hear me. "What do I tell my dad? I mean, don't get me wrong, I want him to know about us, but I have to figure out how to tell him. He doesn't approve of early marriages."
"I know," he breathed back as the cruiser door opened. "I thought about that too, just your hand in your pocket or take the ring off until we figure out a way to tell him."
"Okay" I replied as Charlie saw us and waved. I very carefully waved back with my right hand and then shoved both into my sweatshirt pockets. Charlie walked to the door of the hospital and put his arm around my shoulders.
"Hi Bells, Hi Jake," He greeted us as we led him through the hospital toward Billy's ward. When we passed, I didn't fail to notice the sharp glare the woman at the front desk gave me.
As we walked in the door to Room 412, a nurse was in the room tending to all of Billy's tubes and IVs. She glanced up and saw the three of us.
"Only one visitor at..." She broke off as she looked up again. "Oh," she said, embarrassed as her face turned red as a tomato "Oh dear, I'm sorry Chief Swan, stay here with the others as long as you like." She excused herself and we all chuckled.
"Hey Billy, how're you feeling?"
Billy rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Been better,"
Charlie and I stayed for a few hours, then we went home, promising to bring food the next day. I drove my car, following behind Charlie. I thought and thought about what and how to tell him about me and Jake. I was beginning to think once he was feeling better, maybe Billy could tell him. I fingered the ring; it was so beautiful, but not big or flashy. Jake knew me, it seemed, more than I did, which was probably true. He knew me before the accident, which is something I didn't. She was just a stranger to me. I sighed, no use crying over spilled milk.
I walked into the door and saw Charlie turning on the big game. We had been watching it at the hospital, but since it was almost six and we were hungry, we decided to come home.
"Hey, dad" I said to him from the stairs.
"I'm going to go call Angela and ask her to email me the homework from today so I can at least get started on it."
He didn't reply, but I understood, the game was on, and he didn't want to miss a second. I ran up the stairs two at a time, tripped on the last stair, and stumbled into my room and shut the door. I dialed Jake.
"Hey," he answered. "Think of anything yet?"
"Do you think Billy would tell him?"
"I already tried that, he said no and went into this long lecture about how ‘marriage is a long ride and there are bumps in the road' and we have to ‘work through them as a test of our compatibility.'"
"I have no clue."
I laughed. "I have an idea, lets run to Vegas, get married there and go to Hawaii or some other warm place and never look back." I joked, only half serious.
"No, I know that you probably think we should do a real wedding with flowers and a cake and me in a big white dress in a church because you don't want me to miss anything because I'm marrying a werewolf, right?"
"No, I'm flexible on the church part." He laughed.
"Jake, I'm serious." I said rolling my eyes.
"Bella, I would marry you in sweatpants in a trailer with a country hillbilly with one tooth for a witness, but I know that's not what you want."
"Dang, I was right."
"Right about what?" he asked, confused.
"You know me just as well as I do."
"And not only that but you're using it to your advantage." I said trying to sound angry but to no avail.
"Bella?" Charlie yelled from downstairs.
"Hold on," I said to Jake. "Yeah, Dad?" I called back.
"Can you come down here a minute?" He replied. I heard a sizzle and a cry of pain and knew Charlie was trying to cook something.
"I have to go; I'll call you back in a few hours." I said into the receiver.
"Okay, bye Bells,"
"Bye Jake," I said, flipping my phone shut. I ran down the stairs to see Charlie attempting to make grilled cheese. He had an ice pack on his finger.
"Did you shut your finger in the oven?" I said, dumbfounded.
"No," he said defensively. "The stupid thing jumped out and grabbed my hand and then shoved my finger in the cooker-thingy." He chuckled.
"Here, I'll do it." I said, laughing. I was so happy. Charlie and I were joking around, Billy was going to be okay, and I was en...
I pulled my hand back into my pocket a second too late. In a moment, the jubilance turned to pure bedlam.
Charlie reached to grab my hand as I tried to pull away. He grabbed my wrist and wrenched my hand out of my pocket.
His eyes bulged out of his head.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!" He roared. That was the second time someone had called me by my full name. I would much rather still be at the first one.
"What dad? Yes Jake proposed to me and I said yes. I'm going to be 19 soon, I'm legally an adult, and I can make my own choices!" I screamed back, this was not how I had wanted this to go.
"Well, if you're such and ‘adult' now, then I guess you can fend for yourself, I guess you don't need me in the picture anymore!"
"You know dad, if you're going to freak out like this, maybe you're right!"
Charlie was positively smoking now, his face was bright red. "Either tell Jake no, or GET OUT!"
I stormed upstairs as tears streamed down my cheeks. I called Angela.
"Bella? What's wrong?"
"Charlie's kicking me out of the house, can I come and stay with you for a day or two until I can get a plane ticket to Florida?"
"Bella, you know you can stay as long as you want. I'll see you soon."
"Thank you Ang, bye." I replied, hanging up. I loved Angela, she never pried, and wouldn't ask, but always waited for you to tell her, and she was always there.
I threw all of my stuff into my suitcase and ran down the stairs and out the door. I was in my truck and on my way to Angela's. I didn't look back.
As I reached Angela's, I saw her waiting for me on her front porch. Angela immediately informed me that we were alone for the week. Her dad had left her mom some time ago, and her mom was in New York on a business trip. She hugged me, and even though she didn't say anything, her eyes were curious beyond belief. She saw how red and puffy my eyes were, and knew that I didn't want to talk yet.
Angela led me to the kitchen where we put together our foot tall ice cream sandwich. They had a scoop of chocolate, vanilla, chocolate chip, cookies and cream, and fudge trax ice cream with a chocolate chip cookie on either end and one in the middle. We were lucky if we finished half of it.
After we made the sandwich, we walked downstairs to the extra office next to Angela's room. Angela and her mom had made it into a theatre room. We turned on a TV channel that had a back to back marathon of Bill and Ted movies and settled in for the night. We fell asleep and I woke up around 3 a.m. I woke Angela so she could set her alarm so we wouldn't miss school.
As she settled back into the couch, I said "Okay, I'm ready to talk know."
She looked at me and waited. "Charlie kicked me out because today, right after you called to check on Billy, Jake asked me to marry him, and I said yes."
Angela's mouth dropped practically to the floor. "So, he kicked you out for getting engaged to the man who is the reason you're alive right now?" She was appalled. Another reason to love Angela, no matter what, she was always on your side.
"Yeah, pretty much." I said. I held up my hand so she could see the ring. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth as I began crying again. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and came back. Angela hugged me.
The next morning, I awoke to the alarm Angela had set. It was 5:00 a.m. I groaned. Why did we have to go to school so early? Angela flipped me off the couch, seeing my scheme to go back to sleep.
"Come on lazy! You missed school yesterday, you can't skip today, today's graduation rehearsal!" She grunted trying to lift me up off the floor.
"Angela, I swear once I'm awake enough to get up I'm going to make you pay for dumping me on the floor."
She sighed, "Okay but if you don't hurry up, there's a glass of ice water in the kitchen with your name on it!"