Forty-five minutes later, we were all strapped into a
helicopter. I was watching as the urban jungle morphed into the Pacific
rainforest. The ride was smooth and exhilarating. If it weren’t for the fact
that we were flying to Forks to try and save my mom and Bella, I would have
really enjoyed it. However, I was sick to my stomach, worrying about what was
happening to them. I trusted Agent Dean, for some reason. Perhaps it was
because he knew, in some way, what I was dealing with. What I had survived.
“Oh, God,” Rose whimpered. “Why did I agree to get into this
oversized egg beater?”
“You’re not enjoying the flight, Rosie?” Emmett asked,
shooting her an amused look from the front seat. He was seated in the copilot’s
chair. He was a certified pilot, helping the other agent navigate the
helicopter to the landing pad, just outside of Forks.
“I think I’m going to puke,” Rose said, leaning her cheek
against my shoulder.
“You’re not the only one,” I said, patting her knee. “But
it’s not because of the flight.”
“Right,” she sighed. “I never liked flying and that was in a
plane. Now, in a helicopter? Nope. Never again. I’m renting a car to go home.”
She wrapped her arms around my own and buried her face into my shoulder. I was
stiff, but I knew that Rose wouldn’t hurt me. She was freaking out, trembling
from the flight. I sat still, trying calm her down until we began our descent.
“Oh, shit!” She dug her nails into my forearm, making me hiss.
“Rose, be careful. Edward has cuts and bruises on his arms,”
Carlisle chided.
“Sorry, Eddie,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to …”
“I’m fine,” I said, rubbing her hand. Rose gave me a half-hearted smile as the helicopter descended to the landing pad behind the police station in Forks. She gripped my hand until we landed. Once the rotors stopped, the pilot opened the door and were led inside of the station.
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