A/N: A proper full-lengthed fic is in the works for this, but for the moment I'll leave it as completed. Please bear in mind, however, that my muse tends to control me, and not the other way around. So, I'm not sure when this fic will be continued, but I'm fairly certain it will be at some point.
"Bella,"
I began. She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, several
yards from me. The look on her face stopped me from continuing on. It
could only be described as sheer horror. I took a step towards her,
reaching my hand out to touch her arm, but dropped it immediately
when she shied away from me.
"What have you done?" she
asked me softly. She turned her gaze up and stared right at me. I
didn't answer her. She shook her head slightly from side to side.
"What have you done?" she asked again, louder. Her
voice was shaky this time. I stayed silent and listened to her
heartbeat accelerating. Her eyes were firey; her pulse was racing;
her cheeks were flushed. She was angry. She was brimming
with disbelieving, righteous anger.
I stepped towards her again,
intent on cornering her in the kitchen. I reached out to her again.
She smacked my hand away.
"Don't you touch me!"
She seemed to come to some conclusion then, and she stared up at me
intently. "Get out," she said, quietly. My mouth dropped
open.
"W- What? Bella-".
"I said get out!".
She was almost screaming. She was screaming at me. I had to
make her understand. Understand what? There was no
explanation for what I did. No possible explanation for what
I'd done. I deserved her screams, her looks of horror. Why had I come
here? How could I have thought that Bella would be the right person
to turn to? That she would understand? That she could
possibly forgive me? I'd done the unforgivable.
She was staring at
me with absolute hatred. Isabella Swan, my blood and soul, hated me.
She loathed the sight of me. What punishment could be more
appropriate? I closed my eyes.
"Bella, I'm sorry." As if
that made amends. I felt a small hand collide with my cheek. I'm sure
it physically hurt her more than it hurt me, but the implication was
there. Bella had slapped me.
"How dare you?" she asked.
"How dare you!" she repeated, shrieking. "Get
out, Edward!" With the last she shoved me with all her might. I
reeled from her and ran for the door with only the slightest of
backward glances. I ran. I heard her break into sobs once
the door was closed, and hesitated. And then I ran for home.
I'll never
forget what Emmett said to me after I'd explained it all.
Well,
look on the bright side. The Jacob problem's been taken care of.