"No." But he sped up as he spoke, as though he knew he was right but wanted, in his heart, to believe that he wasn't.
My plan suddenly didn't glow so brilliantly anymore.
I was staring back at Alice's headlights when the truck shuddered and a dark shadow sprung up outside the window.
My bloodcurdling scream probably curdled blood all the way from Forks to Phoenix before Fredward's hand clamped down on my mouth.
"Iiiiiiiiit's... Emmett!" He announced like a game-show host, releasing my mouth and winding his arm around my waist.
We raced through the quiet town toward the north highway.
"I didn't realize you were still so bored with small-town livin'," he said conversationally, and I knew he was trying to distract me. "It seemed like you were adjusting fairly well—especially recently. Maybe I was just flattering myself that I was making life more interesting for you."
"I wasn't being nice," I confessed, looking down at my knees. "That was the same thing my mom said when she left him. You could say I was hitting below the belt, so to say."
"Don't worry. He'll forgive you." He smiled a little, though it didn't touch his eyes. Big though his smiles were, they weren't that big.
I stared at him desperately, and he saw the naked panic in my eyes. That brought the smile to his eyes.
"Bella, it's going to be alright."
"But it won't be when I'm not with you," I whispered.

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Chapter 19

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