BPOV
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
These eight words have been running through my head for the last fourteen months.
Rose's words from so long ago in our old apartment, before I made one of the worst and best decisions of my life.
I glanced out of the window witnessing the massacre still occurring outside.
Words were being screamed and items smashed as I stay frozen to the spot.
Clothing scattered the road and gardens, the old vinyl's where smashed to smithereens on the pavement.
I couldn't take it anymore, watching this unfold and knowing that I had paid a part in it, a huge damn part.
The walls are bare from when he left, nothing but me and a few personal items that I still have from home and my college days.
It's easy to look back and say how those days studying and nights partying where the best of your life. It's true, I did miss it but I thought I had found something much better than that, something special.
You know the type of thing you read about in books or have that one off dream and spend night after night trying to have it again.
I was wrong.
I should of listened to my Mother all those years ago "If anything seems too good to be true then it probably is, especially when it comes to the opposite sex darling".
Another loud crash comes from outside.
She's taken a baseball bat, the one he uses at the old field behind the close in the summer when all the kids are out and is repeatedly smashing the front windscreen of his car.
The car.
He looks mad, madder than I have ever seen him.
Worse than that time when his brother threw a party at his house when he was out of town. Worse than when he found out the truth, that I had lied to him.
I can't take it anymore.
I turn away from the bay window and walk to the kitchen, again seeing nothing but bare walls and shelves.
Nothing in this house was mine, it never said 'Bella Swan Lives Here'.
It was all his, every single thing.
Suddenly the shouts and screams from over the road have stopped, it was too quiet now.
Slowly I walked back towards the window only to stop dead in my tracks as I see a silhouette through the glass of the front door.
"I know your in there!" she screams and starts hitting the panes of glass with her fists. They violently shake, I wouldn't be surprised if they broke any second.
I slide towards the stairs and awkwardly make my way up them backwards while she continued to shout and bang.
"Don't think you can hide in here forever!" I sat on the top step staring at the door "Your regret the day you messed with me Swan!"
I buried my head in my hands and let the tears fall after trying to hold them in as she continues to shout abuse directed at me.
The bedroom door down the hall creaked open and out popped Rose's head "If I was in any condition I would smash her head through that door" she muttered under her breath.
I looked away and took some deep breaths begging these tears to stop.
Rose waddled over to me and dumped two holdalls containing my clothes, one at each of her sides.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked repeating her words from months ago "Maybe you should wait and talk to him"
I took another deep cleansing breath and shook my head.
"If he wanted to talk and sort things out he would have been over by now" Rose sighed and bent down picking up the bags once again "It's time to go home"
A/N
This it the preface for 'Those Little Things' the first full chapter will be up soon
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