With Seth, we drove to Brooklyn. I’d called
Charlie and he was coming with me to Rochester. Seth used his police
connections to find out where Bella and Jake had been transported after their
car accident. Jake was airlifted back to the same hospital where Rosalie had
her baby. He was in stable, but critical condition. Bella was also taken there,
but in an ambulance. Her injuries were not life-threatening, but still serious.
What worried them the most was the fact that
she wouldn’t wake up after she was extracted from the rental van. She was still
unconscious. I prayed she was okay. I needed her. She was my other half. She
was my soul mate and the woman who would rule by my side. I was nothing without her.
I couldn’t lose her. I refused to lose her.
Arriving in Brooklyn, Seth ran up to get
Charlie from Linda’s apartment. They both came down. Charlie was disheveled.
His hair was messy and he was a bit confused. “You okay, Charlie?” I asked.
“My daughter is in some hospital in Rochester.
I’m far from okay,” Charlie snapped as he got into the car, struggling to
buckle in.
“Do you need your medicine?” I asked, feeling
the sting of Charlie’s anger. With steady hands, I helped him buckle up and he
grumbled under his breath.
“I’m waiting for it to kick in,” he said,
giving me a sheepish look. “Sorry for being grumpy. My baby girl was in an accident
and there’s nothing I can do about it. And thank you for helping me with the seatbelt.”
“We’ll be in Rochester by morning. I wanted to
fly, but with the weather being as crazy as it’s been, Luc couldn’t get
clearance to land. It’s still snowing. We’re driving,” I explained. “You can
get some more sleep in the car.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep until I
lay eyes on Bella,” Charlie said, his hands shaking and shifting uncomfortably
next to me. “Do they know why Jake was in the accident? What happened?”
With a sigh, I handed him my phone. I showed
him the various articles from the tabloid sites, online magazines and local news
media. Pictures of Bella’s engagement ring were clear as day as she was
photographed with Jake as he hugged her, consoled her and protected her. The
past few days had wrung my fiancée through the emotional blender. Jake was
being a friend – only a friend. In the pictures, there was no obvious affection,
only friendship.
An unnamed
source said that they’d heard Jake and Bella ‘go at it’ in a broom closet.
There were even a few photos of Roger Hale from the back. The article said that
when Bella wasn’t with Jake, she was flirting relentlessly with an older man.
“It’s all lies,” I sneered.
“Damn right, it’s all lies,” Charlie spat.
“How can people print this bullshit?”
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