Guys, I am very excited about this story! This has the most complicated plot line of anything I've written and I'm confident that it will be my best! I'm thinking this one will be a good read…. Hehe, pay attention to the details! They're gonna matter in this story…
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"Look at me, Bella!" Charlie said grabbing my shoulders firmly but gently, "I'm worried about you. It's painfully obvious something is wrong, and frankly I'm concerned for your health. You haven't been eating, and I know you haven't been sleeping much. Bella, I need to know what's wrong with you. Oh God, Bella, can you even hear me right now?"
I could hear him. But I didn't respond. What could I say to that? Why did he need to keep dragging it up? He knew about…them…Why was he making me say it out loud? My throat tightened and tears welled in my dry eyes. My heart beat like my blood was mixed with shards of glass. It gave a particularly painful throb and the tears spilled over my cheeks.
Charlie sighed, "That's it. You look horrible Bella. I'm calling a doctor." He picked up the phone. I looked at him and protested.
"Aah," I croaked. It was supposed to be 'wait' but my voice was thick with misuse.
He whirled toward the sound and set the phone down. I looked at the floor. My shoulders ached so bad it crept up my neck.
"Please, sweetheart, just tell me what happened."
My sigh morphed into a sob mid breath.
"Th-they left, Dad." I rasped out with as much volume as I could, which wasn't much. My throat was sore. One of the glass shards in my blood had pierced my heart, but still it beat dedicatedly, perseveringly. Where did it get it's will to keep going like that? I wondered absently.
"Who? Who left?" He asked, stunned I was speaking, and got down to his knees on the floor in front of the chair I sat on.
I looked at him, miserably, begging him to not make me say it…
"Please, Bella. Who left?"
"The," The piece of glass in my heart twisted, lodging itself deeper into the tissue, "Cullens." I whispered.
I looked at him through my thick tears. He looked confused.
"Who are they?" He asked slowly.
I only stared at him. Was that a sick joke? He looked at me sincerely, concerned.
"Ugh," I chocked, disgusted. I couldn't take talking about this any longer. It would break me.
"I need to know. Who are the Cullens? Where did they go?"
I shook my head, too pained to speak.
"Damn it, Bella…write it down! I need to know who did this to you. Who are the Cullens? What did they do?"
I looked at him, stunned, as reality sank in…He was serious.
"Alice Cullen was my best friend. Carlisle worked at the hospital; Esme was his wife. And…" I couldn't speak his name, "Their son, has been my boyfriend the passed year. They went to Forks high…" I wasn't sure how much of that he got; it was so hard to speak. I couldn't breath. My breath was ragged and it stung as I inhaled. My head pounded. How could I go on without them? I wondered miserably.
"What? I've….never heard of those names… you had a boyfriend?"
I was suddenly filled with concern for Charlie, "Y-yes…Are you alright?"
"Mm…" he looked deep in thought.
"I'm going to finish getting ready for school." I murmured, dismissing myself.
I gathered my books robotically and headed for my truck. I had just sat down in the driver's seat when I remembered my math assignment I had left on my nightstand. I got up and pressed our front door and climbed the stair to my room. There was the homework, right where I had left it. I grabbed it and headed down the stairs. I slowed when I heard Charlie's voice,
"Yes, thanks, I was just wondering, did a, ah, Cullen, ever work there?...okay…"
I stopped breathing and concentrated on the hearing the voice through the receiver,
There was typing then, "No sir, we have no record of a Cullen ever working with us. I myself have been here for a while and that name doesn't ring a bell. I'm sorry."
I was so stunned. Blood whooshed behind my ears and I was overcome with a spell of dizziness. Impossible…
"That's what I thought, thank you for checking."
I raced out the door, slamming it unnecessarily, and hopped into the tuck, slamming that door too.
At this point there was only one thing I could know for certain,
I was not crazy.