Chapter Ten: Out With the Old, In With the New

“Hey Seth,” Edward’s face instantly brightened up.

It was still a little weird to me that they talked. After the fight with Victoria, the two of them had become close. They didn’t hang out together, because we all knew how much of a problem the werewolves and some of the Cullens would have with that. They still managed to call and keep in touch with each other though.

I liked Seth so I didn’t mind really, but it just reminded me of the pack every time they did speak. Thinking of the werewolves always made my mind wander to one in particular. Jacob. So, you can see how that might be a little bit of a tough thing to dwell on.

Thinking about Jake gave me anxiety so bad that for the umpteenth time I felt myself becoming nauseous. Bathroom time! I came out after a few short minutes to find Edward was already off the phone, and having a very heated looking discussion with Alice.

The both of them swiftly became silent as they saw me, and I felt vastly confused looking at their faces. Edward’s was very reserved and undecipherable, while Alice’s was a plethora of emotions. The anger was what scared me the most. When she got riled up there was no hope for you.

“What’s going on,” I almost didn’t want to know.

“Love, why don’t we go upstairs and talk,” he whispered grabbing my arm.

I was pulled softly up to our room, and set on the bed. He was pacing back and forth clearly at a loss of what to say. What could Seth have said that was so bad? Unless . . .

“Edward,” I could actually feel my heart rate accelerating. “Did they . . . is Jake . . . is he dead . . . did they find him?”

“Oh no sweetheart,” he kneeled in front of me. “Jacob is fine.” He circled his arms around my stomach hugging me to him, probably listening for my heart to slow, which eventually it did.

“So what’s the matter,” I was close to tears now. Why couldn’t he just tell me?

“Bella, please don’t get upset. Everything is fine.” I could nearly see the wheels in his head turning. He was looking for a way to tell me without doing much harm. Screw that.