Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

A Fresh Start

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 04:

BPOV

“Bo, how damn long a drive is this?”

“About four hours. Your butt getting numb?”

“A little bit,” I laughed.

“There is a barbecue place up the road we can stop at. Want to grab some food and we can hit the road again. Only got about an hour left.”

“Nah, let’s get there.” I replied without thinking.

“Nah? Not No but Nah? Really Mary? I’m proud of you. You may
learn to speak like a Texan yet.”

I cringed. “I can’t help it. Listen to you and your sister talk and even Hunter, I spend most of my time trying to decipher what you are talking about at first. But lately I have been understanding what the both of you are saying without having to think about it. It has me frightened that I am losing my good grammar.”

“It’s alright. Texans are kinda like the Borg. We bring you in and
make you like us. Resistance is futile.”

“Who the hell are the Borg?”

“Never mind.” Bo laughed.

“You know this truck has a nice seatbelt here in the middle. If you
wanted to scoot over and hold my hand I wouldn’t throw you out the window.”

“But… okay.” I shrugged my shoulders. Why the hell not? I moved
over to the middle of the bench seat and his hand instantly went to my thigh. Not in a sexual way. Just comfortable. Like it belonged there. It felt like it did. I placed my hand over his and we interlocked fingers.

This was a much better way to spend a long ride. I wish I had worn
shorts though.

When Bo told me Houston I thought of skyscrapers and traffic and I don’t know… the mark of a large City. I could kind of see one off in the distance. But the small dark road we pulled off on was definitely not in Houston.

“You sure it’s out here? Looks like nobody could live here. The road isn’t even paved!”

“It’s out here. Guy like this probably has cameras in the trees so he
can hide his stuff if a sheriff’s car rolls down this road.”
We pulled up to a rather nice, if small house. It was surrounded by
oak trees. Hard to see especially at night if you didn’t know what you were looking for. Bo pulled his shirt out of his jeans.

“Hand me that handgun from the glove compartment Mary.”

“You are going to shoot him?!”

“No. Of course not. You have to be careful about guys that do illegal work in the middle of nowhere. They can be a bit jumpy. That makes me a bit jumpy. I feel a little better when I am jumpy if I have something that can make him jumpy. That’s all.”

I handed Bo the gun. He told me it was a 9 centimeter or something. He checked the safety and stuck it in the back of his jeans and placed his shirt over it.

“What if he sees it?”

“If I didn’t have a gun on me he would think I was a cop. He knows I will have a gun. Only a dumbass would come out here without one. Don’t worry though. It’s just a precaution. But if I tell you to hit the floor, do it. Now let’s go get you a life.”

I got out on Bo’s side and followed him to the door. Without knocking a beautiful barely dressed girl opened the door. She had a slim figure, long blond hair and huge cleavage that she wasn’t afraid to show off apparently. She was wearing shorts that looked like they crawled into some very uncomfortable places and a mid-drift shirt that was three sizes too small for her. She was also pale. Paler than I was. Her eyes looked tired. Like she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Something about her made me uneasy besides the fact that she was dressed like a whore around my boyfriend. Her eyes were a weird color. Muddy brown, almost black. Didn’t fit her hair at all.

“Can I help you folks?” Her voice sounded off. Weird. I guess Bo
noticed too cause he pulled me closer to him and put me slightly
behind him.

“Yes ma’am. I’m here to see if Peter Whitlock could do some work for me.”

“Peter know you?”

“Ma’am from what I have heard about Peter Whitlock he don’t exactly know everyone he does business with. You are more than welcome to check me. I ain’t wearin a wire and I only got one gun on me. No, I ain’t given it up. I got cash. If he can do the work, great. If he can’t, I apologize for wasting your time and we will be on our way.”

I’ll be damned if she was going to check him for a wire.

“How do I know she ain’t wearing a wire?” Shit. I needed to be tough here.

“Now…”Bo began.

“Seriously? Go ahead and look. But do you really think the police
give a damn about your operation enough to get a wire in here? If
they wanted they could just come raid the place with a search
warrant.”

That sounded good. Don’t lose eye contact with the freaky girl Mary. Don’t lose eye contact.

“Let them in Char. They are okay.” A voice from the back came
floating down the hall.

The woman stepped aside. “Right this way.”

We followed her to the back. The house really was nice. I expected a rundown shack. Instead we walked into what looked like an office and photo studio. A strange looking man stood up and seemed to glide over. Like the girl he was… beautiful. Unnaturally beautiful. And just like we had been told, he had red eyes.
I was instantly nervous. Something about this guy made me want to run. It wasn’t necessarily the red contacts. More the unnaturalness of him. Bo squeezed my hand and I could feel the tension rolling off of him.

“Now you guys are going to have to relax if we are going to do
business.” He laughed. We didn’t.

“Of course. My name is Bo Walker, this is Mary.”

“I’m guessing you ain’t here for a fake ID to get your girlfriend in your 21 and older favorite dance hall.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Cause I have seen those types. You two ain’t like that. You are here for a little something more serious right?”

We both nodded.

“I need an identity.” May as well get this out. I wanted to get out of
here already.

“What did you do? Knock over a bank and now you need to take the blackbird trail to Old Mexico?” he smiled.

“She had amnesia. I mean she has amnesia. She has no
recollection of her past. I found her on the side of the road a couple months ago. No ID. No nothing. We don’t know who she is or where she came from. It’s lookin more and more like we never will. But she can’t do anything without an ID of some kind. So we need the works. Birth certificate, Social security card, driver’s license, high school transcript. Anything else you can think of.” Bo explained.

This Peter guy stared at us for a few seconds and then nodded his
head.

“I’ll take her picture and get the IDs ready pretty quick. Now getting her into the SS database and the DPS system is gonna take me longer. Probably morning. Hell I’ll give her a good credit score just for the hell of it. Anything else you can think of?”

“Nope. I brought cash with me. Name your price and if I don’t have
enough on me I will get the rest in the morning when we pick up the documents.”

Peter laughed. That couldn’t be good.

“Son, this kind of thing I usually do for criminals. I charge about
$50,000. This is complex stuff you are talking about. I am giving you actual documents. Not forgeries. When I am done she is going to be a real live identity.”

Oh fuck.

“We should go, Bo.” I whispered.

“No. I need to get a mortgage on the house. It will take me a couple
days. How about I come back in two days to pick the documents up.”
“Nah, don’t sweat it. I’m doing it for free. Ya’ll go home or get a hotel or something. It will be ready by 9 AM.”

I looked at Bo and it seemed neither of us could believe what we just heard.

“Why are you doing this? Not that I am complaining but why?” Bo
asked. I was kind of curious and kind of suspicious too. I didn’t want to owed a guy like this favors. He really spooked me.

“Well like I said, most of the time, hell all of the time, I do this kind of work for my brother or criminals. Ya’ll ain’t neither. I can see your dilemma though. She needs an ID and you don’t look poor kid but you don’t look rich. You aint a crook. I know you ain’t got $50,000 laying around. Plus you are willing to mortgage your house for a woman you found on the side of the road not long ago. I gotta respect that. Beside it would be nice to help someone for the right reasons. And I just know that I am supposed to.”

“What do you mean, you just know?” I asked, more curious than
afraid now.

“You may not believe in psychics and I ain’t claiming to be one. But sometimes I know things. Things I am supposed to do or places I need to be. I don’t always know the reasons why but I tend to follow my instinct. Something told me today that I needed to be here tonight to help someone who was… I guess you could say worth it. I don’t know what that means but you two show up and I guess that is all I need to know. So what do you say we get your picture taken little lady and you pick a birthday and a name, and I will handle the rest.”

Bo nodded his head. “Thank you.”

“Hey no problem man. I’m a big believer in fate. Are you?”

Bo nodded his head.

“What about you Mary?”

“I don’t remember if I was, but I have become a believer since I met Bo.”

“Good. I like a good romance. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy
inside. Makes Char warm and fuzzy too. That means I get to be
warm and fuzzy with her more often.”

Peter took me to the camera and snapped a few photos. I picked a
birthday of July 4th. It would be coming up in a few months. I knew Bo would want to throw me a party even though it wouldn’t be my real birthday. That was just the way he was. So if I picked a holiday it could double for a party.

“Okay. Question of the day. What do you want your last name to
be?”

“I want to be Marianne Katherine… Dashwood.” I had no idea where that came from. It just hit me. I was thinking Jones or Smith on the way up here but… Yeah Bo was looking at me with a weird face.

“Marianne Dashwood huh? You a big Jane Austen fan?” Peter
asked, grinning.

“Jane Austen? I don’t know.”

“Marianne Dashwood is one of the characters from Sense and
Sensibility. She was kind of bitch to those she didn’t like and
extremely loyal and loving to those she did. You must have loved
that book to bring up that name from your subconscious. You won’t ever get your memories back but the small things buried in our soul remain.”

I looked at Bo, who shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t look at me Mary. I ain’t read Jane Austen.”

“What do you mean I won’t ever get my memories back?” I asked
suddenly realizing what Peter said.

He subtly shrugged his shoulders. “Sometimes I know things. I know you won’t ever get your memories back and I know that’s not a bad thing. Enjoy your new life. Ya’ll be back at 9 AM. I got work to do.”

“So that was kind of strange.” Bo mentioned as we left.

“Yeah. At first I really wanted to run from the guy but…”

“Yeah I know.” It was strange. Almost like when he said I wouldn’t
ever get my memories back that was it. We believed him. I know I
believed him. He had no way of knowing that. But still… strange.

“So where to now?” I asked him, afraid that we had a long drive
home.

“Downtown Houston. I promised you a city and I am going to give
you one. I got us a room downtown at the Hilton next to the
convention center. You are going to love it. I thought we could walk around Downtown and enjoy the scenery.”

That sounded really good. Wait. He got us a room? Of course he did. Don’t be silly. Why wouldn’t he? I’m 18. He is 22. It’s not like we are kids. We are dating. But still. I didn’t want to rush this. I mean I did but I didn’t.

“If you are worried, I only planned to hold you tonight. I know you
don’t want to rush this and I don’t either. I’m just glad you are mine. I wouldn’t mind if you wore my T shirt and panties in bed though.”

I felt a little relief and a little disappointment. I wanted him. I really, really wanted him. But I wanted it planned, I guess. Maybe not planned but not… fuck I don’t know. He drove me crazy.

“Of course. I love your t shirts. They are my favorite night gown. Oh and thanks. For offering to mortgage your house. I wouldn’t have let you do it but the offer was so sweet.”

“You couldn’t have stopped me.” He winked.

“Yes I could. I could totally stop you.”

“You say so Dashwood.”

“Speaking of the name, do you think…”

“I know there is a Borders up ahead. Already on the way there. We
pick you up some Austen and anything else that looks like it may
catch your fancy.”

“Thanks.” I smiled. He knew me so well. At least the me that woke
up from the side of the road. I suppose that’s the only me that
matters now.

“Besides now we know what kind of books to get you.”

“We do?” I asked. I wasn’t sure about that.

“Of course. If you like stuff like that book we will just find the oldest most boring romances available. You will probably eat that shit up.”

“Eat that shit up?” I asked him laughing.

“Yeah I know. I got a way with words.”

Charlie POV

“So that’s it Charlie. That’s everything. That’s why Bella left. She left to protect you.”

I can’t believe this shit. I had just seen Jake turn into a big fucking
wolf. I made him do it twice to be sure I wasn’t seeing things.
Then he brings me in and tells me everything Bella has gone through since she moved here.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see this. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me.”

“If I hadn’t turned into a wolf just now, would you have believed a
thing I said?” I wouldn’t have. I would have talked to Billy about getting the boy serious help.

“So if it was a big secret why are you telling me now? What is
different now?”

“I told Sam I was taking my rightful place as Alpha of the Pack. My
decision. The Elders don’t like it. But you deserved to know Charlie. I wasn’t going to stand by and let you beat yourself up over something that wasn’t your fault.”

As strange as this was, it answered so many questions. Why Bella
acted the way she did when she went to Phoenix. Why she was so
depressed afterward. Being left alone with that knowledge and no
one to talk to. I still didn’t understand what made her go after Cullen in Italy. But maybe I did. That was Bella. She would never want someone to die over her. Then he promised to turn her and told her he wouldn’t the minute they got back. Said he could protect us. Like she would trust him.

Of course she ran.

Then it hit me.

“It doesn’t change a fucking thing Jake. That wasn’t a vampire that
took her. She is still gone. Gone against her will. Taken by
someone.”

He was quiet. He knew this.

“I’m going to talk to the Cullens. You want to come?”

“Yeah. I think I better. This Victoria leech. We think she is gathering vampires to attack La push and Forks. She thinks Bella is still in hiding here. You are going to have to be careful Charlie. She could come after you instead to try to find Bella.”

“Jake you honestly think I give a damn if I live or die. My baby girl is dead. I failed her. It’s over.”

“It’s never over Charlie. Not till we know for sure.”

“Yeah. It is. I don’t even have a body to… she is in a ditch
somewhere! A shallow fucking grave, Jake!”

Jake was quiet. He knew I was right.

We drove to the Cullens in silence. Carlisle was waiting at the front.

“Charlie…”

“Shut the fuck up Carlisle. Where the hell is that little shit?”

“He is inside.” Carlisle stepped aside and Jake and I entered. We
walked up the stairs to the main living room. I was familiar with this house due to the searches I had done.

“You.” I glared at Edward.

“Charlie…”

“You should have left the moment you met her. You should have left the moment you saved her from that truck. Instead you played the hero and got her farther in.”

“Charlie, she would have been raped in Port Angeles if it wasn’t for
Edward.” The blonde, Rosalie said form the corner.

“She wouldn’t have left her friends to go to that damn bookstore if
she wasn’t looking for information about you!” No one said a word.

Not one of the bastards would look me in the eye. “Yeah, Jake told
me everything she told him. I know everything. Edward Cullen you
left her in the fucking woods with knowledge that no one should have to face alone!”

“I meant to protect her.”

“By destroying her! She loved a fucking monster and you couldn’t
appreciate it! You destroyed her you fucker! Then she risks her life to save yours. You put her in a position that she felt she would have to run off in the middle of the night with no money and a truck that never ran for more than 4 days without breaking down. You could have held her off. You had already lied enough. You could have told me the truth. I would have hidden her. We would have gone into hiding together! You could have done a million things to handle this situation better. Instead you hurt her again after she risked her life to save you. You, a worthless piece of undead shit. Jake tells me you and your coven of blood sucking monsters are staying to deal with this red headed vampire who was intent on Bella’s death. Good. I’m glad. I hope you kill her. Then I hope those Italian vampires find you and torture you slowly. I hope they keep you alive for years torturing you. Then you can all go to hell.”

Not one of them said a word. “How dare you Carlisle? You expose teenagers to these creatures all so you can work and have a normal life? You selfish fucking bastard. You think Bella is the only one who could find out? Jasper attacked her over a paper cut and you put him in a room full of teenagers. You know if he kills a kid he will never pay for it! Never! The family will never have closure. Trust me, I know what not having closure is like! I hope those Italians torture you all. I suppose I am in danger for knowing but I don’t care. I really don’t care anymore. I hope you all die. I hate you all. When this is over, with this red head, you had all better be gone or I will burn your house down. I will call the goddamn National Guard to try and kill you. My daughter is dead because of you! Every fucking one of you.”

I turned around and stormed out, Jake right behind me. I reached the car and couldn’t hold it in anymore. I cried. I wailed. I beat the dashboard. I didn’t know what to do. There was nothing to do. It was over. The only damn good thing I had in my life was gone. I couldn’t even visit her grave.

Bo POV

After spending hours at Borders and buying 14 paperback books we finally made it to the Hotel. We dropped our bag off in our room and went straight out. I took her to a steak house to eat downtown. Mary was amazed at the lights. The skyscrapers. The energy on the street. The shops, the restaurants. The theater district. I made a note to bring her back for an Opera or a play or something. If she was into really boring books she would love that.

We ice skated outside the convention center. Mary couldn’t skate very well. That was fine with me. She had to hold on to me while we skated. I go to brush frost off her ass when she fell or brought us both down. We walked until 2 AM. Around 2 AM the crowd started getting a little sketchy.

Finally back at the hotel room we got ready for bed. I set the alarm
for 8. She came in wearing my shirt. She was so beautiful. She gave
me that shy little smile of hers and climbed under the covers.

“Thanks for this Bo. Thanks for everything. I’m glad I have you.”

“I’m glad you have me too. You would have broken your damn leg
tonight ice skating if not for me. Maybe we should rethink this whole mountain biking thing this weekend.”

“I’m not scared. I will never be scared of anything again. I’m
mountain biking, and you are going to hold ice on every sprain I get.” That’s my girl.

“You are the adventure I have waited my whole life for.”
I figured she would ask what I meant. Instead she wrapped her bare legs around mine and lay her head on my chest. I told her goodnight and she lifted her head and kissed me gently. Then she lay back on my chest, pressing her bare legs to mine. I planned to wait till she fell asleep so I could hold her by putting my hands on her ass and bare back and avoid any awkwardness. Eventually she fell into a regular breathing pattern and I slid one hand across her back under her shirt and the other on her ass over her panties. She lightly laughed.

“Bad boy.” She whispered, smiling.

“Want me to move my hands?”

She took a little breath, never opening her eyes.

“No. Just don’t rub my back to much or squeeze my ass too much
and I won’t rub my lady parts against your legs and drive you wild.
No teasing tonight.”

“No problem.” I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

“Hey Bo?”

“Yeah Mary?”

“I’m kind of completely in love with you. I know it’s fast but I can’t
help it.”

I had to smile. It has been a couple months. Fast? I fell for her the
moment I saw her. I know what she meant though.

“Yeah? I’m kind of completely in love with you.”

I looked at her head on my chest. It was hard to see her face through her hair but I am pretty sure she was smiling.

I was going to stop worrying about her memories. She loved me. We loved each other. No matter what or who was in her past, nothing was going to change that. Another 6 to 8 months I would convince her to marry me. I was never letting her go.