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A/N: Hello my loverlies! Do not fret, for another chapter of 'Wine' will be up shortly. I just decided to post this and I wanted to see what people thought. I originally had it as a one shot but if you want me to continue, I shall. If you are new to me as an author, I have started putting my favorite quotes at the bottom of my chapters to encourage you to tell me what yours are! So… share!
Warnings: Violence. Sexual themes. Dark and possessive Edward.
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Forgive
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Edward was dizzy.
Very dizzy.
Anger usually made him off kilter.
Hatred usually made him fume.
This was neither of the two.
He raced through the foliage with ease, his misinterpretation of upright hardly hindering his stampede. His feet would have pounded against the forest floor with defaning sound if he had hardly touched it at all. His snarls would have been thunder if he had not let them rumble in his chest. His arms would have snapped trunks if he had not settled for letting them butcher the air.
This shouldn't have happened. This couldn't have happened.
Exiting the forest, he headed for their home.
A surge of dominance rattled his skeleton.
My home.
My wife.
His feet flew faster.
The hinges of the front door were no match to withstand his throw. Plaster crumbled to the ground behind the wood, galvanizing a cloud of white drywall to float about the air. A shriek from upstairs let him know that he had surprised her.
Slowing his pace to a human crawl, he forced his feet to stomp up the stairs, deliberately letting his wife know he was near arrival. Finally, a nervous shout.
"Edward!" Her voice came from the bathroom. "You're home! Give-give me a moment and I'll be right out with you!" Her voice cracked with fear, the shakiness making her words nearly unintelligible.
Standing outside the bathroom door, Edward actually humored her and gave her a moment.
Then swiftly threw the door open.
Bella stood poised above the mirror, makeup scattered all over the marble counter. In her hand she held a bottle of foundation and in the other, what looked like a small paintbrush. The makeup that was on the counter matched the one she held in her hand, basic skin-tone foundation. He knew that she never had acne in her life, affirming what the bottles already told him.
"Edward! I didn't expect you to be home so-"
Silently, he grabbed her arm and yanked her none-to-gently towards him, her soft and fragile body colliding rather solidly with his unyielding one. He turned the faucet on and grabbed a towel, soaking it letting it infiltrate all of the blue cloth's pores.
"Edward? What are you doing?" Fear reeked in her voice.
Pivoting her quickly, he wrapped an arm about her torso and hoisted her onto the counter, shoving the glass bottles out of the way and causing most of them to collide and shatter against the wall. Her sobs of hysteria and pain went unnoticed.
Tearing her camisole off of her delicate shoulders, Edward wrenched the fabric to her waist, leaving her exposed before him. Grabbing the towel, he snaked his arm around her elbows so she couldn't escape him.
Not like she had a chance anyway.
Grabbing the towel, he scrapped it across her seemingly perfect chest, not surprised in the least when the water removed the foundation that covered the bruises.
Lots of bruises.
He didn't stop there.
He efficiently ran the towel across her shoulders and back, rubbing them rather aggressively over areas she tried to turn away from. Small cries and hushed shrieks escaped her delicate mouth when he rubbed it into her tender breasts.
"Edward…please!" Bella was sobbing now.
Edward stopped then. He released the towel from his grip and it fell rather heavily to the floor. It was stained with the makeup, the blue fabric looking as if it had been run through with bleach.
They stayed like that for a while.
Bella's shoulders shook with sobs.
When Edward spoke, his words dripped with rage.
"Were you ever going to tell me Bella?"
She continued to cry.
So he continued.
"I began to wonder why Alice was avoiding me for such a long time. She only ever does that when she doesn't want me to read a thought of hers."
She hiccupped loudly.
"She wouldn't be very good at keeping a thought such as this out of her mind now would she?" He looked at Bella expectantly.
"Would she!?"
His shout was so loud and so succinct, he might have doubted that he had ever shouted at all. Bella only seemed to fade more into her ball of fragility, avoiding the dark eyes that would greet her if she ever dared to look up.
Dark bruises blotted the already pale skin of her torso. Her collar bone and shoulders showed random marks of abuse, only getting worse the further down his gaze traveled. Her ribs were obviously bruised but what bothered Edward more, was the fact that on each of Bella's small breasts, were five perfectly spaced oval marks. Tentatively reaching his hands out, he laid each of his fingers in the swelled bruises around her chest.
They nearly matched.
"Did you tell Alice everything Bella?"
She nodded her head adamantly, avoiding his gaze.
"You know, I don't believe you."
Bella's red-blotched eyes snapped up to meet his hardened gaze.
Fear.
It was nearly tangible.
"I-I told her-"
"That you were attacked downtown and that some men harassed you? That they pushed you around but didn't really cause any damage? That they were just a bunch of drunk fuckers!" Edward shouted the last part.
He would never forgive them.
"Y-yes. That is I what I told Alice." Bella's voice cracked horribly, clogged by phlegm and tears in her throat.
"Do you get this-" Edward grabbed towards her breasts and motioned towards the bruises, "-from being pushed around?"
"Please…" she breathed.
"Please what Bella?" He was fuming now.
"Forgive me…"
Silence.
Forgive her?
Edward's grip loosened against her torso.
Who was he to target his wife for the actions of others?
"Bella."
She responded by sobbing loudly.
Gently snaking his arms about her shoulders and knees, he lifted her off the counter and into his cold, awaiting arms. Retreating further into her ball, she fisted the shirt he wore, burying her face into his chest. Bella took in a stuttering breath.
"I-I'm sorry Edward. I never meant to hide it from you. I didn't want you to be mad if I-"
"If you were attacked." He finished numbly.
Wishing he could read her fragile mind, Edward nuzzled his face into her rich hair, breathing deeply and inhaling her delicious scent. In doing so, she stiffened.
Instantly wishing he had not, Edward reeled back, catching in his brain the forever lingering scent of another who had touched her. Who had violated her.
Edward hurriedly inhaled at her hair again, taking in an unneeded lungful of air to discover that there weren't multiple scents that scattered her body as he had read in Alice's mind, but that there was only a single one.
Only one.
Male pride is a horrible and vile thing to cross.
And that bastard just did.
Forgive me…
"Edward?" Bella noticed that he was acting different; holding her tighter in his arms, his back arching and his gaze falling into a dark intensity. She shifted uncomfortably and slid her hands about his neck, trying to grab his attention without agitating her bruises.
"Edward? Please, what's wrong?"
He mumbled at a frequency to low for Bella to catch.
"What?"
"Only one…"
Bella's stomach dropped. She tried not to give any indication that she recognized what he was talking about. Ignorant was always the way to act if she wanted to portray innocence.
"Edward? Please look at me."
He did.
She wished he did not.
"He did this to you."
She lied to Alice.
There was only one.
No single human man was capable of the damage he caused to Bella.
Human man…
"Forgive me Bella."
Through tears she looked up at him as he swiftly lowered her down.
"W-why?"
He flew out the doors with an incalculable speed.
Because I can never forgive him.
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"It must be nice to have all the answers."
–Cunningham
"It must be difficult to have only questions."
–Mother Teresa
The Last Days of Judas Iscariot (hysterical, by the way)
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A/N: Once again, I'm just getting this out there because I'm tired of it being in my laptop. It's just a brain fart that I wrote in a brief amount of time. If you want me to continue my loverlies than I shall, but if not, then there will be no disappointment.
Don't worry my loves, 'Wine' will be updated shortly. LONG chapter ahoy!
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