I just noticed, the first three chapters have gone green and the fourth chapter is rated 4! I am so happy right now, the next chapter is being written!
Have posted a few smallish chapters, probably another couple of small chapters before I start with long ones again
It’s also nearly 3am andtook me so many tries to actually get the entire chapter uploaded so you’d better thank me for it!
Long time no talk/update, sorry about that. I’ve recently started university so I’m finding it a little difficult to update and write while studying! I have started the next chapter though, not too sure when it will be up but it is underway!
As Edward viewed Bella’s lifeless body in her casket, he made an immediate decision to request a closed casket funeral when his time came. Bella had requested an open casket, however she had never expected to die in a horrific car accident.
As he took his seat in the church pew, his mind wandered back to her death.
Edward, Bella and their friend James had been out for a night on the town and James had taken the liberty of remaining sober enough to transport them all home. His intentions were two-faced though, an incident like this was impossible to be accidental.
Bella had been in the passenger seat of James’s car and the only one wearing their seatbelt, however that decision was unable to save her life. We had been blissfully unaware of what James was planning.
Instead of turning off into suburban Forks, James continued on the highway. Bella had been too drunk to notice, but Edward picked up on it within minutes.
“Hey man, where are you going?”
“Just taking a little shortcut,” was all he replied.
Edward opened his mouth to question him, but he froze when he saw the bright beams staring back at him.
James’s car veered off the road and smashed into the nearest pine tree surrounding them. Edward and James had prepared themselves and were far enough from the tree that it had minimal impact on them, but Bella’s seatbelt couldn’t hold her in her seat as her head cracked on the windshield.
A foul stench filled Edward’s nose and he recognised it as gas. Edward’s instincts told him that it was dangerous and his lack of seatbelt allowed him to move quickly to get Bella out of the car while James saved himself.
Edward had just pulled Bella’s limp body from the car as smoke began to spew from the engine and the vehicle caught fire.
Their close proximity to town had allowed the paramedics to arrive quickly, but by then Edward knew that Bella was dead and if she wasn’t her injuries would be enough to kill her.
Her death was ruled as an accident, but as soon as the funeral had taken place further investigation was going to be made.
After the funeral, Edward exited the church, not feeling any closure that it should have given him. He had noticed that James was absent from the service and wondered what could have kept him from the funeral of one of his best friends.
Charlie Swan, Bella’s father and police chief of Forks approached Edward once outside and Edward opened his mouth to offer his condolences but Charlie interrupted.
“James has been taken in for questioning, they believe he had a plan to kill her all along.”
“Why would he do something like that?” Edward questioned, wondering if his earlier hunch had been correct.
“It seems that James had been admitted to a mental hospital several years before he moved here, supposedly for attempted murder. If his records prove correct then he’ll be charged with murder, considering this is his second attempt it will likely be life without parole.”
As James was tried and found guilty, Edward found his closure, but the bright beams of light haunted his dreams and as he woke in terror every night, he swore he could hear Bella’s heartbeat, just as it used to sound.
Edward lay in bed, hot tears running down his cheeks. His life had emotionally ended. Bella had moved on, to Jacob Black of all people.
However, even Bella knew that no-one could compare to Edward. She was in a similar position to Edward in her new bed in Ocala, Florida. Her choice to move out closer to Jacob came after her sudden split with Edward.
But she couldn’t change the feelings she still harboured for Edward and he couldn’t quite shake his for her either.
One scenario kept running through Edward’s head, the night he discovered Bella’s relationship with Jacob.
Edward brought his glass to his lips, draining the scotch to drown his sorrows. His emotions had been all over the place as the only thing that could numb them was alcohol.
A flash of mahogany brought him out of his reverie and he focused on his former flame. Her eyes shone as she was attracted to something across the room and Edward followed her gaze to find it pin-pointed on Jacob Black.
His eyes narrowed as he saw Jacob smirk and saunter across the room to where Bella was sitting and hold his hand out to her.
“Care for a dance?” He asked.
Edward could see Bella’s slight hesitation before a sparkle returned to her eye and she took his hand.
“I’d love to.”
Edward looked on in a jealous rage for the rest of the night as Jacob twirled Bella around and held her close before capturing her lips in a tender embrace and exiting together.
The next day Edward had called Bella and confronted her about the Jacob situation.
“What are you doing hanging out with Jacob Black?” He said bluntly.
Bella grew defensive. “What’s it to you? We’re not together anymore, you have no right to interfere.”
“Bella, I know you better than you do. He’s not your type and he never has been. Why now?” He asked, his voice softer than before.
Bella was quiet for a moment. “I know, but I need to move on, I can’t be with anyone that reminds me of…”
“Me,” Edward finished her sentence and took her silence as a yes. The phone call ended right there and then.
That was a week ago and Edward had since returned home to Seattle and an empty apartment. He had been practically awake for three days now because every time he closed his eyes images of Jacob’s lips on her cheeks replayed over and over in his mind.
Edward picked his phone up from his bedside table and typed out a message to Bella.
“Let’s not pretend like you’re alone tonight, I know he’s there. Because these words were never easier for me to say or you to second guess, but i guess that I can live without you, but without you I’ll be miserable at best.”
Sorry updates have been incredibly, er, lacking, but I’ve just finished school and I’m working a lot so please bear with me. I haven’t had much creative inspiration but I had a spark last night which resulted in a couple of one-shot song fics (apologies, they are Twilight — I’ve been reading old fics I read in ‘09) so I’ll post them on here just as something to tide you over
Titled ‘Brother Dearest’, go check it out now!