Okay. Before you read this, and hopefully review, know this;
I know the chapter is written badly. If I stay home from school tomorrow, I'll rewrite it and all. Otherwise, deal with it.
Oh my god, I haven't updated for a week! I'm so lazy... Sorry!
I sat, shaking, as I looked at the text. The message was simple, an ordinary come-here-or-she-dies sort of text. Ordinary to Charlie, anyway. But I was less used to it.
Yesterday, after Rosalie had finally been released from hospital, Alice had gone to see her. I admit, I was jealous, and asked her not to go. Well, more told her. I regretted it the second I told her not to go, but by then, it was too late.
Alice had been furious, and I felt like I was in shock. Why on Earth had I said that? I was still berating myself today, even after she had gone and there was nothing I could do about it. God, I'm an idiot.
Understandably, she had stormed out after running upstairs and grabbing her clothes. All ones she had made herself, I noted. She had been so angry, she hadn't even remembered to take her cellphone.
I had called several times, trying to apologize. After the fifth time it had rang through, I had gotten the message. Alice didn't want to talk to me. And so, depressed, I had gone to bed.
And now, this morning, I had woken up to find the text waiting for me. It had sent chills down my spine as I read it.
I have your girlfriend. Meet me on the Western Highway at ten o'clock tonight. Come alone. If you do not come, or if you bring others, then she dies. Edward.
Charlie had walked in, taken one look at me, staring at my phone, and had grabbed it off me. One look at what it said, and he had taken out his own phone, and was calling in every police officer available.
And I hadn't moved. Not one inch. I hadn't even tried to move. My thoughts were going into overdrive. Was Alice alright? If he hurt Alice, I'd never forgive myself. Was Rosalie alright? What would happen?
My cellphone still lay next to me, waiting for someone to call. Hopefully Carlisle would call soon. He had called yesterday. The doctor was still mulling over whether to accept Cynthia into his house.
Speak of the devil... My phone rang. I had been hoping so hard that it would ring, that when it did, I didn't even realize for a second. I scrambled to pick it up, and was disappointed.
"Bella!" Cynthia sounded as enthusiastic as ever. I was feeling shaky, as if I couldn't hold myself together. Truth be told, I'm not sure I could. Everything just seemed to be swirling, and I couldn't hold it in.
"Sis." My voice cracked as I said the word. It reminded me of everything I stood to lose, if I didn't hand myself over to that bastard. I thought stuff like this only happened on soaps...
"What's wrong, Bella?" she asked, sounding concerned. Well, that didn't help in the least. If anything, it made me feel worse. Why was everyone being so kind to me? I had basically condemned Alice!
"Alice." My traitorous mouth just wouldn't shut up. Shut up, mouth! Not one more word! "She's gone." Goddamn it...
"What?" Cynthia sounded more alert now. I could just imagine her pacing. "Did you two have a fight, or something?"
"We did," I replied softly. "But that's not it, sis. He took her. The bastard took her! And she's gone, and it's all my fault. I feel so bad, and no one else blames me, but I know it was all me-"
"Slow down," Cynthia instructed me. "Who took Alice where?"
"Edward," I mumbled. "Edward took Alice. He's insane. He took her, and he's going to hurt her unless I go to him. I'm scared, Cynth."
"Can I talk to your father for a bit?" She was still being gentle, but now I was feeling more depressed than ever. Why were they all so kind to me? Why didn't Cynthia want to talk to me? Everything was going wrong...
"Sure." I signaled Charlie, who came over and took my phone.
I listened in on the one-sided conversation. I caught only snippets, but even that was enough.
"Yes, he took her."
"Harry Edward. He's a kid from Bella's school, tried to rape her. I think he's a bit unstable. He took Alice to make sure Bella does what he says."
"I know. She's very torn up about it."
"Yeah, sure. I'll send someone over to get you now."
He snapped the phone shut. "Cynthia is at the airport now," Charlie said quietly. "Apparently, her parents moved quite suddenly. She says she couldn't get a hold of you until now, and wanted to know if Carlisle was ready."
"He's not," I mumbled. "Let her stay here."
"She can stay here," he agreed. "Now, listen, Bella. I know this isn't good timing and all, but I think we've come up with a plan to take down Edward without getting Alice hurt. It's risky, but. It might work."
"I'll do anything," I whispered hoarsely. "Anything."
"Good," he said, pleased. "Now, here's what I need you to do."
Honestly... I'm getting bored with this story. I'm going to wrap it up in 4 chapters. 3 more chapters, and an epilogue. Don't like it? Tough.
Ummm... Don't abandon my story...