A/N: Thank you for being so patient while I got this chapter out and a huge thank you to those who didn't demand or beg for an update. The past week and a half has been busy at work with me putting in well over 60 hours. On top of that, my sleeping schedule was all messed up, and I was attempting to write this chapter, the next chapter of MTL, and finish NANOWRIMO (only 5000 words left to hit that 50k word mark, and once this story is done, I'll be posting my nano story). So, thank you again.
BPOV
I was lying on my bed, reading a book and scrolling through my MP3 player trying to find something to listen to. Nothing seemed very appealing, so I stuck the stupid thing on shuffle and what did it do? It played all the songs I couldn't stand. Huffing, I turned the stupid thing off and tossed it on my nightstand.
I was so freaking bored. My book didn't hold my attention, I'd finished my homework, and I had the night off from the diner. Sighing, I headed down the hall and threw myself on the couch and stole the remote from Jasper.
"Hey!"
"What? It's not like you're watching anything," I retorted.
Scowling, he crossed his arms over his chest, but he didn't move from the couch.
I flipped through the channels aimlessly finally settling on some stupid show about beavers.
"Really, Bells?"
I shrugged. "There's nothing else."
We sat in silence, learning about the mating habit of beavers when Emmett came into the room and tossed me my phone.
"Ed's calling for you."
Immediately, I answered the phone.
"Hey!" I said, happy to hear from him, and I headed toward my room, not wanting two nosey brothers listening in.
"Hey," he said and immediately I knew something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"I got run off the road on the way home," he said, and I let out a gasp as tears formed in my eyes.
Just the thought of him being hurt or killed destroyed me, and the tears began to flow in earnest.
"Please, don't cry, Bella," I heard him beg.
"You could've been killed! Or seriously hurt! I'll cry if I want to!" I snapped, wiping at the tears with the back of my hand.
"Please, Bella," he begged again. "It's breaking my heart to hear you crying."
The boy was too sweet. Sniffling, I did my best to quell the tears and after taking a deep breath, I felt a bit calmer.
"What happened?" I asked.
He proceeded to tell me that he was fairly certain that James had run him off the road. He told me how scared he'd been, and how glad he'd been to see Dad when arrived. I was glad that Dad had been there for him.
Once we got done talking, I felt like I was the one who'd been run off the road. I was so upset and furious with James. I realize that we didn't have proof that it was him, but I had no doubt that Edward was right. It would be just like James to go after the people I love. Freaking bastard was going to pay! I didn't know how, but he was. I'd make sure of it.
I heard the front door open and heard Dad come greet Mom. I rushed out of my room toward him.
"Dad!" I cried out as I threw myself at him.
"Hey, kiddo!" he said, wrapping his arms around me.
I leaned into him, inhaling the wonderful scent of the Old Spice cologne that he wore.
"Is Edward really okay?" I asked him, my voice muffled by his shirt.
"Physically, he's fine. He was pretty shook up though," Dad told me.
"What happened to Edward?" Mom asked, coming out of the kitchen.
Soon, the whole family was seated in the living room while Dad explained what had happened. The whole family was horrified that someone had tried to run Edward off the road.
"Was it really James?" I asked.
Dad's face darkened. He'd done his best to have James removed from Forks High, sadly his best hadn't been enough.
"We don't know for sure, but James is definitely a suspect. He drives the same kind of vehicle that hit Edward's, plus James has motive. Mark and I will be going out to the Trakker place tomorrow."
Mark was one of Dad's deputies. I used to have the biggest crush on him and would blush anytime he talked to me. I was glad to say that that was no longer the case.
"Well, be careful, Charlie. You know how unstable that James boy can be," Mom said, a frown on her face.
"I will be, 'Nee. That's why I'm taking Mark with me. I'm not looking forward to dealing with the Trakkers again," Dad said, running a hand over his face.
The last time he'd dealt with the Trakkers was after James had attacked me and from what I understood, things had gotten pretty heated. I had a feeling that James' parents were going to claim that Dad was biased and just out to get their son.
….
I woke up the next morning anxious to see my Edward. I knew that both he and Dad had said he was fine, but I wanted to see Edward for myself just to make sure.
However, I was disappointed when we pulled into the lot and there was no sign of Edward's car.
