Race the Clock

Race the Clock Race the Clock

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Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

Picks up after Edward has left Bella, only things happen a little differently, and when Bella wants to jump, a freak turn of events change the course of her future Completely. This is a darker fic. beware.

Summary

Picks up after Edward has left Bella, only things happen a little differently, and when Bella wants to jump, a freak turn of events change the course of her future Completely. This is a darker fic. beware.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Race the Clock

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Picks up after Edward has left Bella, only things happen a little differently, and when Bella wants to jump, a freak turn of events change the course of her future Completely. This is a darker fic. beware.

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Submitted: November 30, 2010

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Race the Clock
Chapter 1
BPOV
Slamming my hand down on the bar, again, I demanded another round from Sam. Who cares that this shit was the nastiest, most foul tasting crap I’ve shoved down my throat, this week. I certainly wasn’t complaining. My life felt equality as shitty.
“Give me another Sam!” I scream at him over the loud music, slurring every other word.
Sam leaned down to my level and screamed back to me louder, “Bells you know I can’t. I’ve called Jake, he will be here in a few minutes!”
My blood started to boil. Why the hell did he go and do that for? I wasn’t even to the point of falling off my barstool. In the middle of my one sided rant at Sam, Jessica slid up next to me hollering her orders at him, and giving me the evil eye. Speaking to me in her fake “nice” voice, which she thought covered her constant facial distaste for my return to Forks.
“So, Bel~la … are you going to drink down half the bar again tonight?” At first she’s all smiles then she digs in deeper before you have a chance to realize her claws are ripping you to shreds. “It’s a great way to spend daddy’s blood money.”
All I could see was red. “Why you fucking bitch…”
I lunged at her, and she reached for me. The bouncers found us rolling on the floor attempting to claw each other’s eyes out.
The next thing I know I’m flying though the air. First it was his arms I felt pulling me from my cat fight with Jessica “the Bitch” Stanley, again. Then his voice came, the voice of reason, when did our relationship become so backwards.
Oh, ya. The day your dad tried to save you and DIED!
“Ah, damn Bells. Look at you, sweetie.” He soothed me while tracing the hair away from my face.
We stopped just outside the door. The tears rolled down my checks, but I couldn’t figure out why. I wasn’t tired or upset, and I wasn’t hurt, not physically anyway. The alcohol was taking over more now that I had spent the last of my energy kicking Jessica’s ass, or having mine kicked. I can’t be sure Jacob wouldn’t let me knock her out, and he said he wasn’t going to do it for me.
We walked to my truck and Jake took the keys from my purse. Presumably I wasn’t in any condition to drive I had to be half carried out of the bar, and then I stopped twice in the parking lot because I thought I was going to hurl.
Lost in thought of a time when being with Jake like this would have brought about one of my delusions of … he that will NOT be named … I winced at the attempted forgotten pain and relished in the memory of when I found that alcohol makes him go away, for good.
Jake broke though my spirling thoughts of, he that will NOT be named, and brought me back to the present. A time when my mother hated me, my father had left me, along with my forever true love, and Jake the one who loved me now, was nothing more than my caretaker.
My tears started coming again, only this time I knew why. Because I felt … sorry … sorry for myself.
“Are you going to be ok for the drive home, I can roll the window down and take a few short cuts.” Jake told me while putting me in the passenger’s seat and closing the door.
I couldn’t, or wouldn’t answer him. Leaning against the cool doorframe I was able to drift off to sleep Jessica’s words swimming around in my drunken head.
“… Daddy’s blood money …”
She was right Charlie’s life insurance was blood money. He died trying to make his way to me, trying to rescue me, from myself.
The last thing I said to him was that I needed to “end it”.
I needed to end all the pain. I did then and still do.
Until that day everyone thought I was holding it together pretty well. I managed to get though high school and graduate. I decided to go to Peninsula Community College. My dad was disappointed, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to force me anywhere else.
Renee had applied to Florida State for me, unfortunately after the tongue-lashing I gave her about it she told Charlie that he should just let me be, to figure this out on my own. Now, I wish for once in his life my dad hadn’t listened to my mom. He let me go, reluctantly.
I managed to find a job and rented a room from a nice older lady. She worried that I didn’t eat enough and kept to myself to much. She was right. I didn’t eat enough, but as for keeping to myself, well, that was necessary. I plowed into my work. My plan was to go to class, do my work and stay away from everyone I could.
I tried.
I really did try to make it work, but six months after living from day to day, my eyes seeing the same moment over, and over again.
I couldn’t do it.
Now the only moment I can’t forget is the first and last visit my dad made while I was living in Port Angeles.
He called me one day, out of the blue, to ask if he could come for a visit. Luckily I answered the phone on the tenth ring, otherwise he wouldn’t have waited until the next morning to drive over and see me.
He said he had a surprise for me. I imagined a card or letter from my mom, maybe a belated birthday present, or just a daddy checking on his little girl visit.
After hanging up with Charlie I put my book away and turned out the light, I was going to need some sleep and to figure a way to cover my bags if I was entertaining for breakfast.
 


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